She faced the kitchen with her computer, sat down at the dining table, and continued writing her unfinished paper.

After writing for a while, she looked up through the glass door of the kitchen and saw Jiang Yiyu busy at work.

Jiang Yiyu's cooking skills were better than she thought, but she didn't know how the food would taste.

Song Shengsheng took a pen and sketched his figure in the air. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and the proportions were very good. However, the apron looked a little small on him.

Song Shengsheng thought that after he was done with his work, he would go shopping on the app and buy him a new one.

What style should I buy?

Song Shengsheng was lost in thought when she suddenly met Jiang Yiyu's gaze.

Jiang Yiyu held the spatula and looked at her with a smile, as if saying, "I caught you peeking at me again."

Song Shengsheng sighed, smiled at him pretending to be calm, and then turned his gaze back to the computer screen which had already gone black.

Jiang Yiyu stayed in the kitchen for more than forty minutes. He didn't know if it was a coincidence, but every time Song Shengsheng raised his eyes, he would always meet his gaze.

The aroma of braised pork ribs wafted out from the kitchen. Jiang Yiyu pushed open the kitchen door and waved to Song Shengsheng: "Hey, come and try the meat to see if it's cooked through."

"Oh, okay."

Song Shengsheng put down the pen in his hand, stood up and walked into the kitchen.

She took a pair of chopsticks and stood by the stove. Jiang Yiyu scooped up a piece of small ribs with a spatula and handed it to her. Song Shengsheng picked up the ribs with chopsticks and took a small bite.

"Is the soft or hard right?"

Song Shengsheng nodded: "It's suitable." She swallowed the meat in her mouth and gave him a thumbs up: "It tastes great!"