"..."

"From the very beginning when the young master learned how to cook, I was the first one to try it." Wilson sighed, "It's not easy, but I finally achieved today's results."

Jing Jiaren choked slightly.

She could hear the hidden meaning in Wilson's words——

Ximen Longting learned how hard it was to eat at first! Wilson was almost in the mood to eat arsenic!

Every time the young master wants to learn to cook on a whim, a bunch of servants will suffer...

"Miss Elizabeth hasn't answered me yet, how does it taste?"

“Tastes good.”

Wilson left with peace of mind and went into the kitchen——

"Master, Miss Elizabeth said your soup tastes very good."

Ximen Longting's handsome eyebrows raised but he said nothing.

With a cold face, he took the condiments and put them away.

Speaking of which, his appearance is really not suitable for standing in the kitchen, especially with a serious expression like a meeting!

Soon after, Jing Jiaren began to have several stacks of side dishes in front of her, and she cooked noodles one night.

The side dishes are very light and come with noodles, which she likes to eat.

Typical Chinese breakfast.

Jing Jiaren suddenly had a sudden thought. Could it be that the whole recipe contained her favorite dishes?

So, that recipe was also made for her?

Jing Jiaren's mood was like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, with all kinds of flavors present.

The chair next to him was pulled open, and Ximen Longting's cool air spread...

He sat down next to her and picked up the special chopsticks to eat the noodles.

Say nothing, just eat.

Jing Jiaren pinched her fingers, her throat was choked with sobs, and she couldn't eat anymore. Her mood was so damn congested!

"Miss Elizabeth, this is the young master's wish, why don't you eat it?" Wilson urged, "Eat it quickly, the noodles will not taste good if they are cold."

Jing Jiaren picked up the chopsticks in slow motion.

She feels so sad...

She has always been soft-spoken, but Ximen Longting is too cunning.

After taking two bites of the noodles, Wilson couldn't wait to ask: "Ms. Jing, what do you think the noodles taste like?"

Jing Jiaren glanced at Ximen Longting from the corner of her eye: "...Hmm."

"Well, is it delicious or not?"

“Very delicious.”

Wilson glanced at the host quickly and coughed: "Then Miss Elizabeth will eat more food."

Jing Jiaren mechanically stretched out her hand to pick up a piece of broccoli and chewed it mechanically.

The taste was very good, but she felt very uncomfortable.

"Miss Elizabeth, how does this broccoli taste?" Wilson is really a dedicated dog leg.

“It’s also delicious.”

"Then try this braised tofu again..."

"That's enough, get down." Ximen Longting shouted in a cold voice.

Wilson leaned over and said, "Master, eat slowly."

Before leaving, he couldn't help but say one more thing: "You have a wound on your back. These lighter dishes will help your wound recover. Our young master is very attentive."

Ximen Longting: "..."

Jing Jiaren: "..."

As soon as Wilson left, the atmosphere in the restaurant became even more cold and awkward.

Jing Jiaren tried hard to firm up her position - Jing Jiaren, now that you have come to this point, you can't look back. The road is your choice, and you have to finish it on your knees.

"I didn't expect your craftsmanship to be so good," she said, trying to break the ice. "Did you learn it for her?"

"..."

"These are her favorite dishes, right?" Jing Jiaren smiled leisurely, "It's a pity that I don't like eating broccoli very much."

Ximen Longting's voice was cold: "Don't like it? You ate a whole plate that night."
Chapter completed!