“You’re up waiting for me again; aren’t you sleepy?” He lowered his head and gently caressed her smooth, silky hair with a doting smile on his face . “Go turn in for the night first if you’re feeling sleepy . ”
“No, I’ll wait for you to go to bed together . ”
She lifted her head and, standing on pointed toes, gave him a peck on the lips before she smilingly said, “It’s my day off tomorrow, anyway . ”
“Are you trying to make me jealous now?” His good-looking brow arched slightly in jest . His voice, though, was filled with an indescribable indulgence .
Yun Shishi chuckled at that, and when a thought suddenly struck her, she asked, “Have you had your dinner?”
“No . ”
The man removed his coat and hung it on the rack by the doorway as he mildly replied, “The meeting ended very late today, so I didn’t have time for dinner . ”
“I’ll cook some noodles for you, then!” announced the thoughtful woman before turning to dash to the kitchen .
Mu Yazhe stopped her immediately . “No . ”
She turned around quizzically and looked up at him in confusion . “What’s the matter? Aren’t you hungry?”
“I’m sick of eating noodles…” he replied in a resigned voice .
His answer dealt her a huge blow . “…”
She seemed to have a penchant for cooking noodles . It was simple, easy, and just needed to be added into a pot of soup . Furthermore, her best cooking skills could only be unveiled in this aspect . After all, the noodles she cooked were indeed worthy of praise .
The thing was that, no matter how good the food tasted, one would inevitably get sick of it eventually from eating it repeatedly .
Moreover, the man was particularly fussy about his food .
“What do we do then?” she asked dejectedly, suggesting thereafter, “How about we go out for supper?”
“It’s freezing outside . Let’s just stay at home . ”
With that, he got up and, with his head bowed, unbuttoned his shirt sleeves and elegantly rolled them up to his arms .
His actions baffled her . “What… are you doing?”
The man simply succinctly replied, “Settling my meal . ”
“…So you’re intending to cook?” The woman remained in disbelief . “Are you sure your cooking is okay?”
His lips hooked up in a smirk as he headed to the kitchen and took out some ingredients from the fridge and a chopping board .
Feeling skeptical and incredulous, she trailed after him and entered the kitchen .
It was not that she had never seen a man who could cook; rather, Mu Yazhe and ‘cooking’ did not seem to go together in her mind .
Did he actually know how to cook?!
Why did he not reveal his skills before?
“Do you often cook your meals in the past?”
“No, just occasionally . ”
After slicing the onions, he then rinsed the ingredients clean .
The man, who was usually reluctant to do his cooking, was in such a good mood today that he decided to do so . A proposal, which had been on a deadlock for several days, finally reached a consensus with the board of directors in the meeting earlier today . Now that things were progressing smoothly, he was obviously placed in a good mood despite his late return .
The woman curiously watched him from the sidelines . Even though she remained skeptical of his cooking skills, she must admit that his cutting skills seemed very professional…
Did he practice before or was it just a show?
As she silently watched him do his work from the side, she somehow had this nagging feeling that the well-dressed man in his clean white shirt and fitted pants, who had a chopping knife in his hand, was out of place in the kitchen!
She mumbled, “Can you really cook?”
He answered, “A little . ”
They had culinary classes when he was studying overseas . During their classes, they were taught how to make western-style dishes .