flstandardbreds Chapter 73 Flirting with a "Playboy" on a Dating Show (6)
Chapter 73 Flirting with a "Playboy" on a Dating Show (6)
After guessing their professions, it was immediately time for the evening text messages.
After sending the edited text message, Lin Shuwan went downstairs.
Tonight she received a text message from Feng Yueze. Based on the events of the night, she could roughly guess what he would send, so she edited a similar message.
He also received Lin Shuwan's text message today, and his pupils contracted slightly: So you've heard of me too.
[What Feng posted was "You know me?", and what Wanwan posted was roughly the same thing.]
Oh my god, I think I've really hit the jackpot!
Although we've never met, we know what the other is up to.
[OMG, what a perfect couple! Everyone, ship them!]
The shock lasted only a moment. Feng Yueze turned off the screen, leaned quietly against the bed, his hair still a little damp from washing.
His hair drooped over his forehead, softening his originally slightly arrogant features, making him look unusually well-behaved.
Because he ate too much spicy hot pot, his stomach felt a little uncomfortable, and his thoughts became somewhat scattered.
Lin Shuwan, how could he not have heard of her? The youngest daughter of the Lin family, she was obedient and sensible from a young age, and had excellent grades. She was the kind of child that Feng's parents and brothers always talked about.
He used to dislike her, thinking she was a boring person and that being a good child was too dull. He didn't want to hear anything about her and had never met her.
Now that they've suddenly come into contact, he's shocked to realize that, without his knowledge, whether through unintentional overhearing or what others have told him, he does seem to know a lot about her.
He knew they had gone to the same school, knew she had gone abroad to study alone, and knew she had returned to China to work at the Chinese Folk Art Research Institute…
When the documents were stolen and sold, he originally planned to let it go, go back to apologize to his brother, and return to being the carefree and unrestrained second young master of the Feng family.
Anyway, his older brother was managing the family business, so he was happy to be free, and his parents didn't make too many demands on him.
But why didn't they go back?
It seems to have some connection with Lin Shuwan as well.
He didn't know who he heard it from, but the Lin family's daughter had unusually rebelled and changed her college application, going abroad to study on her own without spending her family's money.
Perhaps he felt that even a well-behaved girl like Lin Shuwan had the ability to run away and live on her own, so he couldn't just slink home and admit his mistake.
It's also a matter of pride.
In short, whatever it was, after getting through that period of time, things gradually got better, and that's how YZ came to be.
Thinking about it this way, I should thank her...
"Knock, knock, knock."
The knocking interrupted his thoughts. He opened the door and saw Lin Shuwan.
"What's up?" Feng Yueze rubbed his hair and leaned listlessly against the door.
Lin Shuwan held up a glass of water: "Warm water. I saw you clutching your stomach when I left. If you're feeling unwell, you should take your medicine."
Feng Yueze was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected her to be so thoughtful.
"Thank you." He picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp. Seeing that she hadn't left yet, he said, "I'll put the glass back myself. Is there anything else?"
"It's our turn for dinner tomorrow. I already know the others pretty well. Is there anything you'd like to eat?"
Feng Yueze raised an eyebrow: "Either way is fine, I'm not picky."
"OK, good night."
After finishing her sentence, Lin Shuwan turned and left without the slightest hesitation.
Seeing that she was leaving so quickly, Feng Yueze suppressed his ulterior motives, chuckled, and went back to his room.
[Oh my god, my brother's smile is so captivating!]
By the way, did Wanwan ask anyone else what they wanted to eat tomorrow?
Does it exist?
I don't think so.
【No. 】
【No. 】
[That means she only asked President Feng, and only treated him specially.]
However, everyone else seemed to have mentioned their preferred flavors of food, except for President Feng.
I don't care, I'm just special.
*
The next morning, Feng Yueze went downstairs as usual, and in the kitchen, Lin Shuwan was still eating breakfast obediently by herself.
Feng Yueze greeted her, drank his water, and then went to exercise.
When I returned, the kitchen was empty, but there was a note on the rice cooker: Red Bean Mixed Grain Porridge.
The handwriting is slender yet powerful, quite like her personality, though the handwriting seems somewhat familiar.
Feng Yueze dismissed his suspicions, ladled out a bowl of porridge, and sat down in the same spot he had sat in yesterday.
Back then, I was eager to make a name for myself and was so busy every day that I often forgot to eat. Over time, my stomach started to suffer.
But he was too lazy to bother with it, and skipping breakfast became a habit. When the pain came, he would just endure it and it would pass.
Now I actually think that eating something for breakfast is pretty good.
It just feels a bit empty without one person.
evening.
Lin Shuwan returned to the cottage early with a large bag of ingredients, only to find Feng Yueze already there when she entered.
Two large bags full of ingredients weighed down on her hands, leaving red marks on Lin Shuwan's hands.
Feng Yueze frowned and strode over to take the things from her hands: "Why didn't you wait for me?"
"It was on my way, so I just bought it and brought it over," Lin Shuwan explained.
"I don't recall there being a supermarket near you," Feng Yueze casually remarked as he carried the groceries toward the kitchen.
"You must be mistaken." Lin Shuwan's eyes darted around, but her expression remained calm.
Feng Yueze didn't tease her, and only said, "Wait for me next time."
"it is good."
After setting out the ingredients, Feng Yueze asked, "What are you planning to make? I'll help you."
"Jiang Jiang likes sweet and sour flavors, so let's make sweet and sour pork; Manyi likes Mapo tofu; Xu Angran mentioned before that he hadn't eaten fish in a long time, so let's buy some and steam it; Fang Yu is from Northeast China, so let's make a stir-fry of potatoes, green peppers, and eggplant..."
As Lin Shuwan spoke, she immediately began preparing the ingredients. She had memorized everyone's preferences, and the warmth of the home-cooked meals softened her aloofness, making her even more captivating.
[See, I knew Wanwan must have remembered what everyone likes, except for Boss Feng, who didn't say anything and I specifically asked him yesterday.]
"Pshaw, I don't care, I asked on purpose."
In the kitchen, Feng Yueze opened the bag and immediately saw the shrimp on top.
Lin Shuwan took it and said casually, "You said you weren't picky yesterday, so I just bought some shrimp. It'll be whatever you like. How about minced garlic?"
"Okay, sure." Feng Yueze was somewhat touched, and his voice softened considerably, as if afraid of being caught abruptly changing the subject. "So, what do you plan to do for yourself?"
[It seems like Wanwan bought the shrimp on purpose.]
"I can testify, this kid has loved garlic shrimp since he was a kid. How come I never had such good fortune?" Su Yijun smiled meaningfully behind her phone screen.
Lin Shuwan said, "We already have five dishes. Let's make a winter melon and pork rib soup too."
"Okay." Feng Yueze watched her blanch the cleaned ribs and was about to drain them with cold water when he took over. "I'll do it. You're quite health-conscious."
"That's it."
Do you have any particular favorite dishes?
"Actually, they're all fine. As long as they're not too bad, I'm not picky."
Seeing that he had taken the ribs, Lin Shuwan planned to devein the fish and shrimp.
Just as she picked it up, Feng Yueze took it from her again: "You need to scale the fish and remove the shrimp veins, right? Just leave it to me."
The seafood smelled fishy, and Feng Yueze thought to himself, "I'd better not let her hands, which touch the strings, get tainted by that smell." He looked at her slender, fair hands.
"You look very skilled." Lin Shuwan stood to the side, observing his crisp and practiced movements, and asked, "Do you know how to cook?"
"I know a little," Feng Yueze turned to look at her, a smile in his eyes. "I shouldn't be a burden to Chef Lin, right?"
Feng Yueze's mother loves to cook and also enjoys teaching her two children to cook.
After discovering that his eldest son had inherited his father's talent for not cooking, he poured all his enthusiasm into his youngest son.
Feng Yueze had no choice but to accept his fate after his resistance proved futile. He had been quite unwilling before, but now he felt that his mother had been farsighted.
"It's a waste of your talent." Lin Shuwan smiled, not trying to start a new topic. Feng Yueze also quietly processed the ingredients. Occasionally, their eyes would meet and their hands would touch unexpectedly, yet these moments still stirred ripples in their hearts...