Yan Shao picked up a fried dumpling, dipped it in vinegar, and put it in his mouth in one bite.
"How is it? Is it okay?"
Zhu Qianying is quite confident in her cooking skills. After all, she has been working in the kitchen with her mother since she was a child. Even if she can't learn everything perfectly, she has about 70-80% of her mother's skills.
However, Yan Shao is different from ordinary people. Uncle Hai had told her long ago that Yan Shao is not only picky about food, but also has a variety of tastes.
Even the best chef can't keep up with the ever-changing tastes of diners.
Fortunately, Yan Shao, whose tastes are notoriously fickle, didn't contradict him this time. Instead, he nodded slightly and said, "It's alright..."
Zhu Qianying was satisfied with the answer. With Yan Shao, she wasn't afraid to hope for a perfect score. As long as she reached the passing grade, "not bad" would be OK.
Zhu Qianying cracked an egg into her bowl and scooped a large spoonful of rice porridge into it.
He glanced at Yan Shao, who was eating porridge with his head down, and asked, "How's the porridge? Is it alright? I was worried we wouldn't have enough time, so I asked Uncle Hai to instruct the chef to cook some plain porridge first."
Zhu Qianying also sat down, stirred the porridge in her bowl, scooped it up, and took a bite.
"The rice porridge that the chef cooked is very smooth and soft, it's really delicious."
Since Zhu Qianying can cook, she can certainly eat it too.
Yan Shao ignored her, eating dumplings and porridge without even blinking.
Seeing that he ignored her, Zhu Qianying stopped talking. In fact, having lived in the Zhu family for so many years, she had developed the good habit of not speaking while eating.
Of course, it wasn't because she was naturally curious, but rather because even if she spoke, no one would listen to her, and she might even be met with a barrage of insults.
Yan Shao ate very slowly and methodically, while Zhu Qianying, on the other hand, did not eat in a messy manner, but she ate very quickly.
Yan Shao, who had been silent until now, finally frowned and glanced at her after seeing her finish the whole bowl of porridge in the blink of an eye. "Why are you eating so fast? No one's going to take it from you!"
Zhu Qianying ignored him, finished the porridge in her bowl, and then picked up a dumpling and put it in her mouth.
Yan Shao slammed down his chopsticks and stared at her, saying, "In a hurry to be reborn?"
Zhu Qianying could easily hear the annoyance in his words, and grinned at him, "There's no need to waste time eating!"
Young Master Yan glared at her again, "Feeling unwell?"
Zhu Qianying was already used to Yan Shao's concise way of speaking. After some time of intermittent contact, she could basically figure out the meaning of his whole sentence.
Zhu Qianying shook her head vigorously, "No, so many people want to have dinner with Young Master Yan but can't. It's an honor for me to have breakfast with such a handsome man as Young Master Yan. Why would I feel uncomfortable?"
Whether her flattery, full of allure, hit the mark or not, in any case, Young Master Yan glanced at her, snorted, and looked away to continue eating his breakfast.
Zhu Qianying pursed her lips, a mischievous smile in her eyes. She knew she had disgusted Young Master Yan, and was so happy that she wanted to burst into song on the spot.
Zhu Qianying ate quickly, while Yan Shao across from her was still eating, so she put down her chopsticks.
"Young Master Yan, I'm full, you can eat slowly!" With that, he stuck out his butt, pushed back the chair, and was about to leave.
"Sit down!"
At Yan Shao's command, Zhu Qianying was so startled that she slammed back into her chair.
Normally, Zhu Qianying would ignore him and go about her own business.
But right now, she has to please him so that he can resume his cooperation with the Xing family.
Zhu Qianying remained silent, sitting quietly opposite Yan Shao until he put down his chopsticks. She deftly took the wet towel from Uncle Hai and presented it to him with both hands in a fawning manner.
Yan Shao snatched the towel away with a "whoosh," wiping his mouth as he said, "Speak!"
Zhu Qianying was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was going on. Sure enough, this man had known all along why she had been so attentive to him these past two days.
Now that he has asked so clearly, there is no need for me to hide or pretend anymore.
"Young Master Yan, Xing Bailun and I are good friends, we were before, we are now, and we will be in the future."
Yan Shao's mind softened slightly, but on the surface, he still had an arrogant look on his face, as he slowly wiped his fingers with a wet towel.
Why are you telling me this?
Zhu Qianying got up and walked over, snatched his towel, and gently wiped his palms and fingers.
"I'm your fiancée, isn't it normal for me to report my dating situation?"
As Zhu Qianying spoke in a cloyingly sweet tone, she almost vomited from her own sycophantic manner.
Yan Shao, however, seemed quite satisfied with her answer, nodding slightly, "Hmm..."
After Zhu Qianying finished wiping his right hand, the other party unceremoniously stretched out his left hand in front of her as well.
Zhu Qianying had no choice but to grab his left hand and continue wiping it for him.
Actually, he ate entirely with chopsticks and a spoon, he didn't use his hands at all, right? Why did he have to wipe each finger clean so meticulously?
However, she dared not ask such questions, at least not now.
"Young Master Yan, your fingers are so beautiful."
Zhu Qianying had only intended to compliment him, but upon closer inspection, she realized that this fussy young master's fingers were indeed beautiful. His nails were neatly trimmed, his fingers were long and fair, and his fingers, with their distinct knuckles, had a little bit of flesh on them, unlike the soft, boneless fingers of a girl. In any case, they felt quite comfortable to touch.
Yan Shao looked down at his fingers as Zhu Qianying pinched and tormented them at will, but he wasn't annoyed. He simply asked, "Is it really pretty, or is it really nice to touch?"
Zhu Qianying coughed twice, looked up and smiled at him, "It's so beautiful, and it feels so good to touch!" As she spoke, she deliberately increased the pressure on her fingers.
Even a tough guy like Yan Shao couldn't help but feel his ears burning slightly when he was openly flirted with by a beautiful and delicate girl.
Zhu Qianying watched with amusement as a puff of white steam seemed to rise from Yan Shao's head, and finally let go.
Yan Shao then realized what was happening, grabbed Zhu Qianying's hand, and squeezed it hard a few times. "Nonsense, you're the kind of person who's pretty and nice to touch! I'm a grown man, what's pretty about me!"
Clearly, Young Master Yan was annoyed by Zhu Qianying's overly feminine words!
Zhu Qianying, however, fearlessly raised her eyes to look at him, "Actually, Young Master Yan, not only are your fingers beautiful, but you're also very handsome!"
Of course, Yan Shao's beauty is the kind of beauty that carries a sunny and pure yang energy, which is completely different from the feminine beauty.
Over the years, Yan Shao has heard many people praise him for being handsome and dashing, even as handsome as Pan An, but Zhu Qianying is definitely the first person to have heard so many compliments that he felt like he was on fire.
"Zhu Qianying, I'm warning you, if you say I'm pretty again, I won't let you off the hook!" Young Master Yan seemed quite angry.
But Zhu Qianying knew that he was probably not angry, but just embarrassed!
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