In front of the stove, Tang Yanqi skillfully tossed the ingredients in, while Sheng Jianan frowned. He initially thought she was just going to make a simple breakfast like last ti, but it turned out there was so much more.
As he glanced at the neatly washed and chopped ingredients, Sheng Jianan understood what was going on.
These items couldn’t possibly have been prepared that morning; it was clearly done yesterday. Thinking about her coming to the airport to pick him up, Sheng Jianan’s lips curved slightly.
What does it an when a woman prepares a lavish dinner for you upon your return from a business trip?
Sheng Jianan took a long stride forward, walked up behind Tang Yanqi, and quietly encircled her waist from behind.
anwhile, Tang Yanqi was just tossing sliced at into the pot when soone suddenly ca up from behind, catching her off guard. Startled, she moved abruptly, causing hot oil to splatter, burning her hand in several places.
"Ah...!"
Tang Yanqi instinctively withdrew her hand, and Sheng Jianan noticed sothing was wrong. He decisively turned off the stove and ran her hand under cold water for a while.
There were a few noticeable red spots on her fair hand, not serious and no blisters. Sheng Jianan still frowned intensely. Tang Yanqi wiped off the water: "I’m fine."
She then attempted to turn the stove back on, but Sheng Jianan pulled her back: "No more cooking from now on."
"No way, it would be a waste."
Young Master Sheng’s face darkened; who knows if he was angry at her for not understanding his care or mad at himself for what he just did.
Frustrated, he scratched his head: "You instruct, I’ll cook."
Sheng Jianan didn’t know how to cook, though; the once pristine, high-end kitchen was left in utter chaos under his use. What he barely managed to cook was edible but truly unappetizing.
Tang Yanqi sat at the dining table, watching soone with a sour expression as she ate what he reluctantly managed to whip up, amused on the inside.
While Sheng Jianan went to get water, Tang Yanqi quickly took out her phone, snapped a picture, and posted on her Monts: [They say boys who can play an instrunt earn extra points, those who can cook earn extra points too. But does making sothing like this earn negative points?]
She added three laughing emojis afterward.
Following the principle of not wasting food and finishing whatever she started, Tang Yanqi and Sheng Jianan reluctantly cleaned up the food.
Young Master Sheng probably never imagined that the worst dish he’s ever eaten in his life was cooked by himself.
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Today was Tang Yanqi’s day to go to Shengshi for her internship registration, and the notification from Shengshi Group stated to check in at the HR departnt at 2 PM. Tang Yanqi planned to et her roommate at the Shengshi Gate around 1:50 PM.
Sheng Jianan didn’t go to the company in the morning and instead accompanied Tang Yanqi in the afternoon.
The car stopped at a small alley intersection less than five hundred ters from Shengshi, and Tang Yanqi got out of the car. She didn’t want her first report to be seen getting out of the president’s vehicle.
Sitting in the driver’s seat, Sheng Jianan watched Tang Yanqi’s silhouette gradually disappear into the distance, his dark eyes squinting slightly, unable to suppress a smile.
During this ti, he’s been feeling an inexplicable fulfillnt, and despite a busy work life, he has been looking forward to life.
These little anticipations might be trivial things like looking forward to having dinner with her or speculating on how she would glare at him when he teased her.
Yet, these small, seemingly negligible expectations made Sheng Jianan feel more fulfilled than he has in over twenty years.
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