Chapter 1021: Chapter 1031: Food Is the God of the People (Part 2)
It felt as if there was the kind of quiet warmth that only existed in childhood, like a scene from a landscape painting, with a taste of fireworks not belonging to this world.
She walked downstairs with her tender bare feet all the way, and just when she reached the first floor, the illusion of ethereal tranquility was instantly negated by a strong sll of cooking smoke. A faint autumn breeze through the slightly open living room window carried a thick smoky scent to her nostrils.
The smoke was so strong—it was almost suffocating!
From the staircase to the entrance, she had to pass by the kitchen and dining room.
The question was, who was in the kitchen now? Was it Yu Zexiao? No, it couldn’t be, Yu Zexiao didn’t know how to cook.
Or—was it that Aunt Wang?
Oh my god, if it was Aunt Wang, she would be in big trouble dressed like this!
Although the smoky sll was quite overwhelming, to soone who had already over-exercised, it still held an irresistible attraction.
With her face flushed red, she was both exhausted and hungry. Her sore body refused to reminisce how wildly Yu Zexiao had drained her energy last night. She walked step by step to the living room, the chilly floor stimulating her smooth feet like a swan delicately treading on thin ice, cautiously gliding across, intending to sneak past,
When passing the kitchen, suddenly she heard a crisp “bang” sound, which startled her, and she couldn’t help but turn her head to take a look.
That one glance nearly shocked her stiff!
It was the sound of a spatula hitting an iron pot, the sound of dishes being cooked, it was—the sound of soone cooking—
And the man cooking was Yu Zexiao?!
Jian Anning couldn’t believe her eyes, she rubbed them and blinked again and again, completely captivated by the scene she saw, and utterly struck by the sight before her!
Yu Zexiao, who was excessively clean freak, who never dressed so “unsophisticated”, was actually in the kitchen cooking?!
In the kitchen stood a tall, handso man with perfect features, slightly tousled hair, dressed simply in casual clothes, wearing a sowhat comical blue apron, holding a spoon and a spatula.
However, a look of confusion appeared on that man’s face, and at his feet, a frying pan was overturned, with sothing charred black inside, resembling—completely carbonized eggs, burnt to a pitiful crisp.
“Strange, isn’t this how it’s supposed to be done?” Yu Zexiao frowned, just about to tidy up the ssy kitchen, when he spotted her standing at the doorway.
The handso face first showed surprise, then turned slightly shy looking aside, perhaps feeling embarrassed for ssing up the kitchen and accomplishing nothing.
“Ze, Zexiao? Are you making breakfast?”
No wonder she was surprised, if it were anyone else like Situ Xuan in the kitchen right now, it would still make more sense than Yu Zexiao!
“I…” He was trying to make breakfast. This morning, Jian Anning was too “tired” to get up, while he was feeling completely refreshed. After waking, seeing her peacefully asleep, he couldn’t bear to wake her up.
Nie Anni criticized him for being immature and insensitive, and he had indeed been reflecting. Besides caring in minor ways, he needed to do sothing more aningful.
That morning, taking advantage of Jian Anning’s sleep, he consulted the so-called “thousand-heartbreaker” Mo Siyu, with the subject: “How to demonstrate a man’s maturity and thoughtfulness.”
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