Wange patted his head: "His dad is the owner of Lingleju. I've met him a few times before, and then we met again abroad and exchanged contact information. He's cooked for me a few times too."

Ling Le Ju is a relatively well-known restaurant in their circle. Although it is not particularly large, it is located in the most bustling area. The interior is decorated in an antique style and contains genuine antiques.

The owner's ancestors were imperial chefs, and the family's culinary skills have been passed down through generations. They use only the finest ingredients, and because the food is truly delicious, it's quite famous in the industry. However, the prices are relatively high, so only those within their circle can afford it.

The other party ran a very conventional shop and never considered developing it in any other way. However, Qi Yu seemed unwilling to accept his father's situation, so after graduating from university, he left his father to pursue his own career.

He also owns restaurants abroad, quite a few, but they are too far from where Wange works.

If the other party hadn't run into Wan Ge while picking up ingredients, the two of them might not have exchanged contact information.

…

"He... likes you." Ye Muheng's intuition was always very accurate. He was incredulous when the other person saw him, and overjoyed when he saw Wan Ge come out.

Ye Muheng could tell that the other person was happy.

Wan Ge patted his head and kissed him on the forehead: "What does it matter to me whether he likes me or not? I don't like him."

Wan Ge admitted it openly and frankly, without any hint of wrongdoing.

Ye Muheng hugged the person tightly: "I don't like him."

He disliked everyone who coveted her.

Wan Ge replied softly, "Okay, if you don't like it, we won't order from their restaurant anymore."

"Um."

"Let's eat first." Wange grabbed his wandering hand and pulled him quickly to the dining table.

But after finishing the meal, Ye Muheng couldn't hold back any longer.

…

When Wan Ge woke up, it was already noon. The other person was probably still angry, which is why they tormented her for so long. Even though it wasn't the first time, she still felt like her body was about to fall apart.

When he got up, he felt around but there was no one there. Where had she gone? Her family didn't have an art studio.

Wan Ge hadn't considered using this place as a space for the two of them to spend time together, so she hadn't arranged a studio for him yet.

To Wan Ge's surprise, the other person didn't go to paint, because he heard something coming from the kitchen when he opened the door.

Then I saw an extremely handsome man, bathed in light, holding a spatula in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, on which he was making a video call.

The chef at Ye Muheng's house was teaching him how to cook. Ye Muheng's very beautiful hands put down the spatula, set up the phone, opened the pot lid, and then added salt and soy sauce as shown in the picture.

Such a handsome person, with such perfect hands, the way he's busy in the kitchen right now is pleasing to the eye, but at the same time, it makes you feel like he shouldn't be there.

How could a god, who is high above, be tainted by the mundane affairs of the human world?

Wan Ge went inside and saw the contents of the pot. Apart from the water not being boiled away, it looked delicious and looked quite appealing.

The chef had already watched Ye Muheng cook via video and felt that the young master was truly skilled; he had only provided video guidance, yet Ye Muheng's work was quite good. His knife skills were a little lacking, but had he never cut anything like that before?

To be honest, I never expected him to cut it well. I just prayed that he wouldn't hurt his hand, otherwise I wouldn't know how to explain it to the master and mistress.

The result was that the other party unexpectedly cut it quite well, and he could basically do everything I asked, so the cooking was also very good.

Ye Muheng heard the noise and looked at Wan Ge: "You're up. Lunch will be ready soon."

Cooking wasn't as easy as he'd imagined, so it took him longer than he expected.

"Okay, no rush."

Wan Ge wasn't in a hurry, and she also helped him out.

The chef was also somewhat surprised to see Wan Ge like this: "Miss Xiao, have you cooked before?"

Wan Ge gave a soft "hmm": "I learned a little bit when I was abroad before, and I was thinking that if I had time after the chefs went off work, I could make it again."

"Miss Xiao seems quite skilled already, that's amazing." After praising her, the chef immediately told Ye Muheng what to do next.

Another twenty minutes passed, and the dishes and cooked rice were served.

Because Ye Muheng had been preparing the ingredients, the subsequent cooking and steaming didn't take much time.

Wan Ge smelled the enticing aroma of the dishes and was quite curious about what his first cooking experience in this world would look like. Looking at his fair and slender hands, such beautiful hands that had always held paintbrushes and created lifelike and exquisite paintings, she wondered what kind of food he would make.

Wan Ge picked up a piece of beef, which was perfectly seasoned, tender and delicious, and really well made.

"Brother, you're amazing! You did a fantastic job."

"Ahem." The other person's words instantly reminded Ye Muheng of last night, when she had praised him in the same way, always calling him "brother" no matter what.

"What's wrong?" Wan Ge saw his face turn red instantly. It was just a compliment, wasn't it? She used to praise him all the time when he was drawing.

Or perhaps, while he was eating, he had already thought of something he shouldn't have: "Brother, you're bad."

"I...haven't done anything yet..." Ye Muheng argued softly. How could it be wrong when he hadn't done anything?

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