Chapter 511: You can cook?

Yuan Siyin suddenly had a bad feeling. She slammed on the brakes and grabbed his perfectly smooth sleeve: "How about we go out to eat? It's on me."

Yu Shiyan smiled nonchalantly, "Sure."

Yuan Siyin was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to stay or leave. With a complicated expression, she slightly raised her chin and looked at him: "Can you just give me a quick answer?"

She was used to this trick; this scoundrel was definitely up to no good.

"Letting contract manufacturers ignore errors and continue to rush the schedule means that the only way to make up for the errors is through secondary processing."

But time is tight right now, and finding a manufacturer that can take on this order and complete it on time will be quite difficult. Don't you think so, Director Yuan?

He deliberately spoke the last three words very slowly, as if he had twirled them on the tip of his tongue before uttering them unhurriedly. His voice was clear and pleasant to hear, yet it carried the imposing aura of a superior without him saying a word.

"I will figure it out myself, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Yu."

"This is my business. Mr. Yu has no obligation to help me. The charitable organization is too generous." Yuan Siyin hesitated for a moment, but still refused.

"You don't need my help, just open the door."

Yu Shiyan took a long stride and leisurely walked to the door to take the vegetables from Zhong Heng's hands. Then, Zhong Heng, with great insight, left work at lightning speed.

Yuan Siyin subconsciously took two steps back, like a little ostrich: "Why open the door? I think it's better to go out and find a clean place to eat."

"It's not as clean outside as it is at home."

"But I can't cook! Aren't you deliberately making things difficult for me? If I get an upset stomach, who knows if you'll blame it on me?" Yuan Siyin sniffled pitifully.

Yu Shiyan chuckled, but managed to suppress the slight upturn of his lips in front of her.

She was still confused, thinking he was going to force her to cook.

How could he not know that she couldn't do it? Not to mention that she couldn't, she would jump three times in fright just seeing oil splattering from the pot. The only thing she could eat was noodles, plain noodles, the kind without oil.

Yu Shiyan hung the plastic bag on the doorknob, then reached out his long, beautiful hand to her: "Give me your hand."

The motion-activated lights in the hallway had just been turned off, and the warm colors reflected in by the setting sun created a rich yet tranquil atmosphere, outlining his sharply defined and exquisite profile.

Yuan Siyin hesitated for a moment after hearing his words and reached out her hand. Halfway through, she realized it was inappropriate and was about to pull it back when her wrist was grabbed. She was then pulled forward a few steps, and her fingertips were forced to touch the cool fingerprint lock.

Upon hearing the "beep" of the door opening, Yuan Siyin was stunned.

Why is this person acting like a scoundrel again, taking advantage of his good looks?

"Yu Shiyan, you're trespassing!"

Yuan Siyin followed behind him, subconsciously changed into slippers, and then couldn't help but stomp her feet.

"You are the host, and I am the guest. This does not count as trespassing."

Yu Shiyan looked around but didn't have any extra slippers, so she squatted down and opened the shoe cabinet, hoping to find another pair of her slippers to make do. Then she saw the men's slippers on the first shelf.

As if afraid he would misunderstand, Yuan Siyin blurted out, "That belongs to my father."

"No need to explain, I know."

Yu Shiyan changed into slippers, carried the vegetables to the sink, and began washing them in a good mood with his back to her.

This development was something Yuan Siyin had not anticipated.

She blinked and leaned closer, asking, "You can cook?"

"Otherwise, what do you think I'd expect you to do it?"