Chapter 447: Showing Off

That's about right.

Yuan Siyin stood up, clapped her hands, and looked at the arrangement with satisfaction. "Alright, put it down now."

As soon as Sheng Fengqiu let go, the kitten, somewhat startled and uncertain, scurried under the sofa.

"How do we catch them?"

"Let it stay in there for a while. There's always an adjustment period when it comes to a new environment. Let me cut you some fruit first."

Sheng Fengqiu straightened up and then remembered to touch his flat stomach. "I'm really hungry."

"You haven't eaten?"

Yuan Siyin had already walked to the dining table when she heard this and stopped in surprise.

"No." Sheng Fengqiu pouted, feeling wronged. "I was so busy waiting for you to come back that I forgot."

"You can forget this?"

Yuan Siyin didn't know whether to be angry or amused. "Sit down. Let me see what we have at home and I'll make you something simple."

"Okay."

Upon hearing her words, Sheng Fengqiu immediately lay back on the sofa with an air of nonchalance, crossed his legs, turned on the LCD TV, and started watching a channel with great interest.

The apartment features an integrated kitchen. Hearing the television, Yuan Siyin peeked out and asked, "Want some noodles? This is the fastest way to cook."

How about I order you some takeout?

"No need to order, I'll eat anything you make."

Sheng Fengqiu propped himself up and knelt on the sofa like a large dog, looking at her with bright eyes.

If he had a tail, he would be wagging it happily right now.

The problem is that this pampered young master is used to the delicacies prepared by five-star chefs and may not appreciate my cooking skills.

Yuan Siyin felt a headache coming on, so she dug out an egg from the corner of the refrigerator to give him a snack.

Sheng Fengqiu pretended to be watching the news, but secretly took a picture of her back while she turned around to tie her apron.

Her long, raven-black hair was simply tied up with a chopstick, with a few slightly curled strands falling around her neck. Under the warm yellow light, her skin appeared even whiter and more delicate than porcelain.

Yu Shiyan had just finished showering and was casually turning off the bedside lamp. He sat on the bed, drying his half-wet hair with a towel while scrolling through his WeChat Moments. His slender fingers gently swiped down, and this figure came into view.

He double-clicked to enlarge the image. If he wasn't sure just by looking at her back, then her tassel earrings looked very familiar.

And her waist...it's quite slim.

It feels like it would break if you pinched it.

Yu Shiyan frowned unconsciously, then stepped back to look at the profile picture of the person who posted the update. It turned out to be Sheng Fengqiu.

Posting pictures wasn't enough; the caption read, "Love it! Looking forward to dinner."

She's so absent-minded, how could she cook?

Yu Shiyan rarely showed a hint of doubt about something so trivial, and casually gave it a thumbs up.

As soon as he finished clicking, a new message popped up in the pop-up window: Sheng Fengqiu had sent him a picture privately.

A simple bowl of noodles, topped with a not-so-attractive poached egg. At first glance, it doesn't seem special, and upon closer inspection, it remains quite ordinary.

As expected, I can't cook; there was even a piece of shell in the egg yolk.

Yu Shiyan was in a strange good mood, but he didn't say anything. He just coldly typed a "?" and sent it. Then he put down his phone, shuffled to the table in his slippers, picked up a document, and went back to the bedside.

Sheng Fengqiu replied almost instantly, and you could practically feel his boasting through the screen: "I have someone to cook for me, do you?"

Yu Shiyan glanced at the message, snorted, flipped through Wan Yuan Siyin's resume, and then slowly replied with a few words.

Sheng Fengqiu waited for a long time without any movement, and took more than a dozen photos as souvenirs. It wasn't until halfway through the meal that he heard his phone ring once.