SFS Chapter 112 Your cooking skills are really good.
Chapter 112 Your cooking skills are really good.
After tasting the new flavor, Zhu Ziqing put down her chopsticks.
Looking at Tan Haoyu with surprise and doubt in her eyes, she asked, "Haoyu, are you sure this is your first time cooking? How can you make something so delicious? I can't believe it."
Tan Haoyu slightly raised his eyes, his expression calm, and simply responded with a faint "Mm".
The tone was so brief it couldn't be more concise, and a faint sense of indifference seemed to permeate the air.
Zhu Ziqing pouted, crossed her arms over her chest, shivered slightly, and muttered, "It's so cold."
Tan Haoyu thought she was really cold, so without saying a word, he got up, walked to the side, and picked up the coat that was draped on the sofa.
He walked back and gently draped his shawl over Zhu Ziqing's shoulders, his movements gentle yet carrying an undeniable air of dominance.
Zhu Ziqing seemed to have been provoked. She stood up abruptly, her brows furrowed, and glared at Tan Haoyu, shouting, "Tan Haoyu, are you stupid? I didn't mean the temperature was cold, I meant your attitude was cold! How can you be so idiotic!"
This shout instantly escalated the already tense atmosphere to a point of extreme hostility.
Tan Haoyu remained calm, completely unaffected by Zhu Ziqing's demeanor.
He pursed his lips and stared at Zhu Ziqing for a long time, but ultimately did not lash out.
He sat back down at the table, picked up his chopsticks, placed a large piece of meat into Zhu Ziqing's bowl, and said in a low voice, "Eat."
Zhu Ziqing was full of dissatisfaction, but her stomach was growling with hunger, so she snorted and sat down anyway.
She ate her food in a huff, but her eyes kept sneaking glances at Tan Haoyu to observe his reaction.
At the dinner table, Tan Haoyu maintained a faint smile throughout.
He focused solely on the food in front of him, eating one bite after another, as if everything around him was irrelevant.
Zhu Ziqing opened her mouth, trying to start a conversation and say something to break the deadlock, but the words stuck in her throat.
After several unsuccessful attempts, she had no choice but to give up and eat her meal in silence.
After finishing her meal, Zhu Ziqing put down her chopsticks, took a deep breath, and looked at Tan Haoyu.
With a genuine smile on her face, she said sincerely, "Haoyu, although the process was a bit bumpy, your cooking skills are really good. Keep up the good work in the future!"
Tan Haoyu nodded slightly, still as taciturn as ever, and simply replied, "Mm."
After saying that, he stood up and began to clear the dishes, his movements surprisingly skillful.
His appearance clearly showed that he was willing to do these trivial things for Zhu Ziqing.
As Tan Haoyu tidied up, he thought to himself: I, the young master of the prestigious Sunshine Group, used to be waited on hand and foot wherever I went, but now I am willing to cook and wash dishes for this girl here.
If my old friends saw this, they would be so shocked they'd drop their jaws, and they'd probably laugh so hard they'd be doubled over, marveling at how I'd changed my ways.
However, it seems that I wouldn't be unwilling to do these things for her sake.
Thinking this, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly, and his hands moved more and more nimbly.
Outside the window, night had fallen over Pengcheng City.
Cold air from the north, carrying a chill, surged southward.
The temperature dropped sharply, and a fine drizzle fell, casting a chilly veil over the city.
Inside, warm yellow light gently spilled into the living room.
Zhu Ziqing and Xiaohua nestled lazily on the soft sofa, their eyes glued to the entertainment program playing on TV, occasionally letting out bursts of laughter.
Watching the guests debate back and forth, witty and humorous.
Zhu Ziqing's thoughts fluttered back to her university days like a light butterfly, her eyes revealing a touch of nostalgia and pride.
A slight smile played on her lips as she softly said to Xiaohua, "Xiaohua, do you know what? When I was on the university debate team, I was incredibly famous. Every time I went on stage, I could leave my opponents speechless."
Little Flower tilted its head, looking at her blankly, and meowed, clearly not understanding what she was saying.
A faint sense of loneliness welled up in Zhu Ziqing's heart, as if she were alone in an empty field, with no one to respond.
She sighed softly, wishing there was someone there to truly listen to her memories and immerse herself in the past glories with her.
Her gaze inadvertently swept towards the study, and Zhu Ziqing's ears seemed to perk up, constantly watching for any movement from that direction.
She harbored a hope that Tan Haoyu would emerge from behind that closed door, walk to her side, chat with her, and share the little things about this quiet night.
After a while, Xiaohua yawned, stretched, and slowly strolled off to sleep.
Zhu Ziqing was left alone in the living room, while the television program continued to be lively.
But she had no interest in watching; her mind and eyes were still fixed on the closed door and the person behind it.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Ziqing stood up and limped towards the kitchen.
She opened the refrigerator, took out a carton of milk, and skillfully began to heat the milk.
Soon, the aroma of milk filled the air.
She carefully poured the steaming milk into an exquisite cup, held it with both hands, and slowly walked towards the study.
After gently knocking on the door and receiving permission, Zhu Ziqing pushed it open and went inside.
With a gentle smile on her face, she said softly, "Haoyu, I made some hot milk and brought you a cup. I see you've been busy for so long."
She paused, then shrank back slightly, and continued with a hint of coquettishness, "It's so cold outside, and my injured foot makes it inconvenient for me. It's so boring being alone."
The implication was clear: she hoped Tan Haoyu would pay more attention to her.
However, Tan Haoyu only slightly raised his head, his gaze lingering on her face for a brief moment before finally looking up.
He then placed the document in his hand down and simply replied with a faint "Hmm, put it there."
That attitude was as cold as the rainy night outside the window.
Zhu Ziqing felt a little disappointed, but she was unwilling to leave like this.
She limped slowly as she walked behind Tan Haoyu.
She reached out her hand, wanting to massage his tense shoulders to relax them.
But the moment his hand touched Tan Haoyu, Tan Haoyu seemed to have a nerve touched and suddenly stood up.
Turning her head, a hint of displeasure in her eyes, she said in a slightly angry tone, "Stop messing around, I'm busy."
Zhu Ziqing was stunned for a moment, but looking at Tan Haoyu's slightly flustered and somewhat angry appearance.
Suddenly, he burst out laughing.
She felt that Tan Haoyu at this moment was completely different from his usual calm and domineering self; his angry expression was even somewhat cute.
Before Tan Haoyu could react, Zhu Ziqing pounced on him.
She quickly stole a kiss on his cheek.
After succeeding, he mischievously licked his lips and looked at Tan Haoyu with lustful eyes.
Her expression seemed to be teasing him, saying: I'm going to kiss you, what can you do about it?