Chapter 231 Shengsheng Homecoming Welcome Ceremony

The servants were still bringing in new dishes, and the entire restaurant was filled with the tempting aroma of food.

"These... are all lunch?" Ning Fengsheng asked in disbelief.

"Yes, the young master started working in the kitchen before dawn. He made all of this himself."

Ning Fengsheng bit his lower lip. Nanchuan Shijue cooking? That young master who could even burn an egg...

He had only learned how to stew soup before, and she had tasted it once and it tasted pretty good.

At that time he said he would cook for her for the rest of his life. She thought he was just saying it casually, but he really took it to heart!

Ning Fengsheng's eyes filled with tears. How long had he practiced to reach this level?

"Miss Si looks much better now. You slept very well last night, until noon. The young master has ordered no one to wake you up." Moss came over and checked her face.

"Where is the Noble Nanchuan?" Ning Fengsheng asked subconsciously, and then regretted that his concern was too obvious.

"The young master is still cooking in the kitchen." Moss sighed. The young master was so busy that his back could hardly straighten up. Although he had practiced cooking before, he never had to cook as much as today and he didn't have a minute to rest.

"Tell him to stop. I have no appetite and don't want to eat." She turned her face away.

I couldn't help but feel sad.

She had only drunk one soup he cooked, but he cooked dozens of dishes for "Si Yin"!

"Si Yin" enjoyed the treatment that Ning Fengsheng had never enjoyed.

"No appetite? Then at least eat something." The servant showed a horrified expression.

Moss also hurriedly advised: "Since the young master has been busy all morning..."

"It's his business if he's busy." Ning Fengsheng said with a hard heart, but he couldn't help but look towards the kitchen.

"The young master has personally tasted every dish," Moss continued, "especially the spicy ones. The young master can't eat anything spicy. From trying all the dishes, his mouth is swollen from the spiciness..."

Ning Fengsheng's heart suddenly tightened.

She remembered that Nanchuan Shijue was indeed extremely sensitive to spicy food. When she fed him hot sauce in the past, he would cough uncontrollably just by smelling the smell.

Is he crazy? He eats spicy food even though he has a bad stomach!

"...Then try some." She said with mixed feelings, "Tell the kitchen not to make any more. I can't eat much."

Moss was relieved. "You can try each one and see which ones suit your taste. The young master specifically instructed that your comments be recorded."

The servants immediately took action and put a little bit of each dish on Ning Fengsheng's plate.

Another maid was holding a pen and paper, ready to record her comments.

Ning Fengsheng tried the first dish - pan-fried foie gras with fig jam.

The foie gras is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the sweetness of the fig jam is just right, perfectly neutralizing the greasiness of the foie gras.

Is this really made by Nanchuan Shijue? Two years ago, he would burn the pot even when cooking noodles.

The second dish is boiled fish.

Ning Fengsheng carefully picked up a piece of fish, and the spicy and fresh taste immediately exploded in her mouth, which was exactly her favorite taste.

Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes and she quickly lowered her head to hide them.

"Miss Si, how about this dish?" asked the maid who was taking notes.

"...delicious." Ning Fengsheng managed to squeeze out a word.

Every dish that followed surprised her——

The braised pork is soft and tasty, the truffle pasta is fragrant, and even the most ordinary stir-fried vegetables are cooked to perfection.

How could this be the Nanchuan Spyker that once blew up the kitchen?

What on earth had he been through in the past year?

The notebook was soon filled with comments saying "delicious".

Ning Fengsheng was indeed conquered. Every dish was her favorite, and even her subtle taste preferences were accurately grasped.

This feeling of being deeply understood made her both moved and sad.

"Master, wipe the sweat off your head." Moss took a few steps forward with a towel.

Ning Fengsheng looked up and saw Nanchuan Shijue coming over with the last dish.

His lips were severely swollen, his eyes were slightly red from the kitchen fumes, and there were some oil stains on his white shirt, but it did not diminish his innate nobility at all.

He swept his palm across the record book, and his brows immediately frowned: "How dare you treat me perfunctorily?"

How is it possible that every dish gets the same review?

"It's true, Master." The maid's face turned pale. "Miss Si said every dish was delicious. Everyone can testify to that."

"The young master tasted each of these dishes himself. He is known for his picky taste. With you in charge, how could they be bad?" Moss helped.

Nanchuan Shijue placed the plate in his hand—Old Lady Ning's secret recipe for Buddha Jumps Over the Wall herbal soup—on the table and stared at Ning Fengsheng intently, "She's always had a more discerning palate than I do."

Ning Fengsheng lowered his head, not daring to look him in the eye, fearing that his emotions would be exposed.

She scrambled through the food on her plate and muttered, "I eat everything. I'm not like the young master who's used to all sorts of delicacies... I've rarely had such a sumptuous meal in my life."

"Rarely eat it? If you like it, I will cook it for you every day in the future." Nanchuan Shijue's eyes darkened. Is he lying? He raised her so well, what delicious food has he not taken her to try?

Ning Fengsheng almost lost his grip on his chopsticks. "No thanks. Young Master Nanchuan is in such a noble state, I dare not trouble you."

Nanchuan Shijue's heart was hurt again.

This woman has a powerful mouth, she has the ability to sting him at any time...

Nanchuan Shijue walked over to sit beside her, still smelling of kitchen smoke. His voice was even deeper because of the spicy food. "If it tastes good, eat more."

"You've cooked too much," Ning Fengsheng said, his heart beating faster as he looked at the table full of dishes. "It's not a holiday today!"

Nanchuan Shijue suddenly raised his lips and said, "Why isn't it a festival?"

He stared into Ning Fengsheng's eyes and said word by word, "Shengsheng is coming home to welcome you."

Ning Fengsheng almost choked.

Nanchuan Shijue frowned, and hurriedly handed the water and patted her back: "Stupid woman! You're such a big person and you still choked? Do you want me to chew it up and feed it to you?"

Ning Fengsheng took the water cup and caught a glimpse of the worry and doting in Nanchuan Shijue's eyes between coughs.

At that moment, she almost believed that the affection in his eyes was really for her, not "Si Yin".

But the reflection in the mirror reminded her—a goose yellow dress, a side ponytail, and a rose hairpin...

She was nothing more than a carefully crafted substitute by Nanchuan Shijue.

This realization made Ning Fengsheng feel heartbroken, but he still had to pretend to be calm and eat this "Shengsheng Homecoming Welcome Festival" lunch.

Nanchuan Shijue had been looking at her with that fiery yet restrained gaze, as if he wanted to look back on the whole year of separation.

Ning Fengsheng couldn't stand his gaze, but couldn't bear to say anything harsh to hurt him.

Just as she was worried, Moss's face darkened, one hand pressed on the Bluetooth headset, and he leaned over to Nanchuan Shijue's ear:

"Master, news just came from Rose Garden that...Miss Ning is showing signs of recovery!"

Bang, Nanchuan Shijue's hand that was scooping soup shook and his pupils contracted rapidly.