Chapter 100 Should you wash first or should I wash first?

"Also, is Buddy's death related to you?" Pion asked again when he saw him remain silent.

“Pasong, if it’s true, don’t hide it from your father. Tell him and I’ll help you find a solution.”

"Alright," the man interrupted him, then stubbed out the cigarette on the table and threw it away.

"Stop telling me all this. I don't want to hear your fake concern. Save it for your good son; he needs it."

"Oh, and remember to tell your good son that if he tests my patience again, don't blame me for sending him to the Western Paradise."

After saying that, he got up and left without waiting for Pi Weng's reaction.

Pi Weng clutched his chest in anger, and Shan La quickly came up to support him.

Momo was sitting obediently in the tea room looking at her phone when the man strolled in from outside.

"Huang Momo, it's time to go home." He leaned against the doorway, looking at her.

"Oh." Momo looked up when she heard the voice, then immediately put away her phone, got up and followed the man outside.

The moonlight was already spreading out outside, and two figures walked one after the other under the coconut trees toward Palm Bay Grand View Manor, Zone 2.

Momo was somewhat surprised that he had walked this considerable distance.

"Are you hungry?" Fu Yungui turned around and glanced at her.

Momo shook her head. "I'm not hungry." She had no appetite at all and didn't even feel hungry. She just felt tired.

However, when she noticed him staring back at her, she realized that he hadn't eaten dinner either.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

"What do you think, Huang Momo? What time is it?" The man walked over and pinched her cheek.

"If I hadn't come to find you, would I be starving?" the man added.

Momo was taken aback. "Actually, you didn't have to come over just now."

"I'm going back soon," she added.

The man's face darkened, but his tone remained relatively normal. "So you're saying I'm just being presumptuous?"

"No...no," Momo immediately denied. "That's not what I meant."

"I think you still have some of the food Anu brought at home. Should I cook some for you when I get back?" she immediately asked tentatively.

The man's expression softened; he seemed satisfied with her explanation. He then asked, "Thai food?"

Momo knew he had agreed, but she had never cooked Thai food before and was a little unsure of herself. "I might need to learn how to cook Thai food from scratch, which might take a while..."

"And the taste can't be guaranteed," she added. "It might taste terrible."

The man glared at her. "What, you can poison someone to death?"

Momo was taken aback by his words and paused for a moment. "No, that won't happen." She could at least guarantee that it was fully cooked. "It won't kill anyone."

The man leaned down and stared at her. "Huang Momo, you don't actually want to do it, do you? You're making up so many excuses."

"No, I don't mean I don't want to do it." Momo immediately stopped talking, knowing that saying more would only make things worse. "Then let's go quickly."

Before he could react, Fu Yungui saw the figure jogging forward on its own.

An hour later, when the jasmine was finally cooked.

The man sat at the dining table drinking his wine. He was getting a little impatient, but seeing that figure in a small floral apron wandering around the kitchen was quite amusing.

"Alright, alright." A moment later, Momo brought over the small soup pot.

Fu Yungui pushed the wine aside and let her place the soup pot in front of him. Momo handed him a spoon.

"How does it taste?"

The man glanced down at it; it looked quite appetizing, but he couldn't tell what kind of dish it was, so he looked up again and asked directly, "What is this?"

Momo stood obediently to his side and patiently explained, "It seems to be called sweet and sour fried fish slices."

"It contains tomatoes, pineapple, onions, limes, and fish pieces, and the soup is made with tomato sauce."

The man frowned as he listened, poked at it with his spoon, and seeing her standing beside him with an expectant look on her face, he took a bite.

Momo swallowed unconsciously, wondering if he would find it too unpalatable.

"How is it?" Seeing his deeply furrowed brows, Momo couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Come here," Fu Yungui beckoned to her.

"Oh..." Momo's face fell, and she walked over there, as if her painstakingly prepared meal had failed again.

Do you like sour foods?

"Huh?..." Momo was stunned, not knowing what he meant.

Fu Yungui scooped up a spoonful and put it directly into her mouth, saying, "You should try some too."

The moment the soup touched her lips, Momo felt so sour that tears welled up in her eyes, and she immediately ran to the nearby trash can to vomit.

Why is it so sour? She clearly followed the recipe in the video, so why is it so different? Or is it supposed to be this sour?

"Is it good?" Fu Yungui laughed at her expression. Actually, he thought it was alright, but he just wanted to tease her.

Momo's pretty eyebrows furrowed into a knot, and she immediately shook her head, "It's not tasty, too sour." She doesn't really like sour things, let alone something this sour.

"You shouldn't eat either."

She licked her lips and could taste a strong sour flavor.

The man frowned and smiled, then stood up. "It really is so sour. I'll try it again."

He lifted her chin and kissed her lips.

Momo blushed at his sudden action and took a half step back.

"It is quite sour," the man said, raising an eyebrow, but it seemed to have a hint of sweetness compared to before.

He tilted his head back and asked again, "Huang Momo, did you deliberately let me go hungry?"

I was too hungry to take care of her.

Momo was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant. "How could that be? I burned it all. How could I waste food..."

The man raised his head, thinking that she probably wouldn't think that far ahead.

"Alright, I'm not eating anymore, let's just go to sleep."

“Um…” Momo stood still. “I’ll tidy up the kitchen. You go to sleep first. I’m not sleepy yet.”

Fu Yungui knew exactly what she was thinking. "No, let's go to sleep." With that, he pulled her upstairs.

Inside the room, after closing the door, Momo stood motionless at the doorway, still wearing her apron.

Fu Yungui walked over and pulled it off for her, then approached her with a smile, "Do you want to wash first, or should I?"

Momo was stunned for a moment upon hearing this; the meaning behind those words was too profound.

A man and a woman alone in a room, saying such things—what else could it mean?

She didn't even need to think about what would happen next.

But she didn't seem ready, neither mentally nor physically, as if she hadn't yet recovered from the trauma of her first experience.

Now, just thinking about it makes her feel utterly resistant.

"I..." she stammered, not daring to look him in the eye, afraid that she would become even more nervous if she met his gaze, "I... that place isn't healed yet."