Today is Welfare Day at the welfare home.
Many people came to deliver welfare items. According to the previous regulations, those who delivered welfare items were required to cook a meal for the children in the welfare home.
Xia Wanying returned to the orphanage in a great mood and insisted on staying for lunch.
However, if Shen Jinmo wanted to stay with them, she had to cook a meal for the children according to the rules.
The dimly lit, cramped kitchen was noisy and filled with the pungent smell of cooking oil, completely out of place for this pampered and spoiled young master.
Lu Zhiwei put on an apron, and Luo Wuyan stood behind her, carefully tying the rope for her and even tying her short hair up with a rubber band. Shen Jinmo, who was standing to the side, saw all of their gentle and meticulous actions.
He had never done any of these things for Lu Zhiwei, no matter how many times she had gone into the kitchen for him before.
"Mr. Shen, aren't you going in to cook? You're so tall and strong, how can you stand here and mooch off someone else's cooking?" Luo Wuyan tied Lu Zhiwei's apron and deliberately teased Shen Jinmo loudly, as if afraid the people at the orphanage wouldn't hear her.
Shen Jinmo is concerned about his image and has obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness.
He was caught in a dilemma: whether to go into the kitchen or not.
He beckoned with his finger and instructed the bodyguard beside him: "Go to a few five-star restaurants in the city and order dozens of dishes."
Lu Zhiwei was already holding a spatula, ready to go into the kitchen. Hearing that he was going to order food from the restaurant, she couldn't help but laugh: "President Shen, it takes three hours to drive here from the city and back. The kids won't be able to eat your food until evening."
“…I’ll have a helicopter deliver it.” Shen Jingmo said arrogantly, not wanting to be laughed at by Lu Zhiwei.
“There’s no suitable helipad here, so the helicopter can’t land. Even if you use an airdrop, this dilapidated old house probably can’t withstand President Chen’s tornado-like favor.” Lu Zhiwei scoffed at him and squeezed into the kitchen.
Not long after, Shen Jinmo came to the kitchen himself, walked to Lu Zhiwei's side, took a kitchen knife from her, cut the cucumber on the cutting board in half, and then took the two halves of the cucumber to a pot.
Lu Zhiwei was deeply shocked by his action.
What are you going to do?
"Cook," Shen Jinmo replied expressionlessly.
He didn't put any oil in the pan, just turned on the heat, threw the cucumber in, and casually stir-fried it with a spatula.
Seeing that the cucumber had turned black, he realized he was in a panic and hurriedly poured some oil into the pan.
Sizzle—
When cold oil is poured into a pan, a cloud of white smoke rises up, making it impossible to open one's eyes.
Then he remembered that he hadn't added any seasoning, so he presumptuously sprinkled a spoonful of salt, a spoonful of sugar, and a spoonful of chili powder into the pot...
Lu Zhiwei, who was standing nearby, coughed repeatedly because of the smell of chili powder.
She really wanted to step in and save Shen Jinmo from this mess.
It feels like it's about to explode.
Shen Jinmo keenly smelled the burning odor, and with a wave of his hand, he scooped up a ladle of cold water and poured it into the pot.
He rolled up the cuffs of his shirt with a relaxed air, waiting for his dishes to be ready.
A few minutes later.
Uncover.
The pot had turned into a mushy mess.
The eldest son of the Shen family, who had been an excellent student since childhood and was gifted in everything he did, was now stunned in front of the pot.
He doesn't know where the problem lies.
Every step that should have been taken was completed.
“Shen Jinmo, the children in the orphanage have done you no wrong, why would you poison them like this?” Lu Zhiwei shook her head, preparing to take her delicious-looking braised pork out.
Shen Jinmo grabbed her, his cold expression tense: "Lend me that dish you have, I can pay for it."
Lu Zhiwei quickly moved the plate she was holding behind her: "You want to take my food out to impress others? Dream on."
"So, cooking a dish is this difficult. You've worked so hard these past three years." Shen Jinmo seemed to have a sudden urge to express his appreciation for her hard work.
Lu Zhiwei wouldn't be easily swayed by him; even if he tried to appeal to her emotions, it wouldn't work.
"Yeah, I also feel like I've worked hard, so I'm treating myself by getting a divorce from you." After saying that, Lu Zhiwei ruthlessly shook off Shen Jinmo and took the braised pork to the outside of the hall to comfort the children.
"Brother Chen, where is the food you made? I want to eat it! I want to eat it!" Xia Wanying, covered in sweat from playing, rushed in, clamoring for the food he made.
Shen Jinmo stood in front of the pot, gently wiping the sweat from Xia Wanying's forehead, trying to change the subject: "Where did you go? Why are you all sweaty?"
Lu Zhiwei placed the braised pork on the table, where it was eagerly sought after and snatched up by the children.
Lu Zhiwei and Luo Wuyan sat down to eat.
She glanced at the kitchen out of the corner of her eye.
Just then, they saw Shen Jinmo gently wiping away Xia Wanying's sweat, his eyes deep and full of doting affection.
Luo Wuyan noticed Lu Zhiwei's absent-minded gaze and thoughts, picked up a piece of meat, and fed it to Lu Zhiwei: "Darling, eat more. My baby has lost weight. Her waist doesn't feel plump at all when you pinch it."
After wiping Xia Wanying's sweat, Shen Jinmo raised his eyes and his gaze fell on Lu Zhiwei and Luo Wuyan, who were affectionately feeding each other.
An indescribable feeling of suffocation welled up in my heart.
He left Xia Wanying behind, walked out of the kitchen, and went to the backyard to smoke a cigarette.
After the children went to their afternoon nap, the courtyard became quiet.
Lu Zhiwei brought a bowl of rice to Shen Jinmo's side, which also contained two pieces of braised pork.
Shen Jinmo glanced at the two pieces of braised pork in the bowl, glistening with oil but not greasy, the irresistible aroma of meat stimulating his appetite.
He hadn't eaten Lu Zhiwei's cooking in a long time.
Honestly, I miss it.
"Are you going to eat or not?" Lu Zhiwei's patience was running out as she carried the bowl for a while.
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