Chapter 60: Poor Cooking
Taking a deep breath, Shen Qinghuan carefully tried to pull at the corner of Jiang Yu's clothes, but he dodged by turning sideways.
Shen Qinghuan's heart tightened, and she opened her mouth and said, "Jiang Yu, I've already apologized to you, what else do you want from me?"
Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows and asked expressionlessly, "So, do I have to forgive you?"
Shen Qinghuan shook his head wisely, then smiled and said, "Of course not! But being angry makes you age easily. Look how handsome you are now! You don't want to turn into a wrinkled old man in such a short time, do you?"
Jiang Yu: “…”
Shen Qinghuan: "Don't be angry, okay? I, I can grant you a wish, as long as it doesn't require me to commit a crime."
Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes almost imperceptibly, a glint of pride flashing in his eyes, and he agreed to her reluctantly, "In that case, considering your sincerity, I will forgive you temporarily, but don't do it again."
"Then you can say your wish now!"
In order to avoid any more trouble, Shen Qinghuan urged him subtly.
Jiang Yu curled his lips, half smiling, "I'll tell you when I remember it. Shen Qinghuan, this wish you made for me should have no expiration date, right?"
Shen Qinghuan's heart skipped a beat, fearing that he might go back on his word. She quickly shook her head and said, "There's no deadline! Of course there's no deadline! You can tell me whenever you remember. I'm not in a hurry."
“Not at all!”
"Oh, but I have to add one more prerequisite: it can't harm me or my own interests."
“That’s a lot to ask!”
Jiang Yu glared at her with disdain, but still agreed.
Since Zhang's mother had been away for the past few days, Shen Qinghuan packed up and, seeing she had plenty of time, pulled out toast and eggs, a box of luncheon meat, and a salad from the refrigerator. She planned to make two sandwiches. Actually, Shen Qinghuan wasn't a very good cook and rarely cooked, so she only knew how to make simple sandwiches and hot pot.
Heat the toast on the stove, fry the eggs and luncheon meat...
Once these ingredients are prepared and stacked together one by one, they will become a delicious sandwich.
After that, she made two more glasses of milk.
"Jiang Yu! Have breakfast!"
After bringing breakfast to the dining table, Shen Qinghuan called out to Jiang Yu from the bedroom on the second floor.
Jiang Yu had just finished washing up and when he heard the sound, he hurried to the restaurant.
Seeing the breakfast on the table, Jiang Yu glanced at Shen Qinghuan meaningfully, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Can you eat it?"
Shen Qinghuan choked and said with a stiff neck, "Of course I can eat it! Do you suspect I'll poison it?"
"I wouldn't say you've poisoned me! I'm just worried that you haven't cooked this well enough, and I'll end up vomiting and having diarrhea after eating it."
Jiang Yu's words were not without basis.
At that time, he was in his third year of high school and she was in her first year. She was worried that he would be hungry after evening self-study, so she volunteered to make him a midnight snack. That night, he was admitted to the hospital due to vomiting and diarrhea. People who didn't know thought she was trying to murder him.
Listening to Jiang Yu's words, Shen Qinghuan lowered her head and pulled the corners of her mouth awkwardly. Obviously, she also thought of that time when she was young. Since that time, Jiang Yu never wanted to eat what she cooked again, and the servants at home didn't dare to let her cook.
It was not until she married Jiang Yu and had her own "home" that she tried to go into the kitchen and cook a few times, but every time it was Zhang Ma who watched her, and she had never cooked alone.
Shen Qinghuan pursed her lips, hesitated, and said, "How about I try it first? If it doesn't taste right after I eat it, you don't have to eat it."
She had just finished speaking when she suddenly realized that even if the sandwich was made properly, there would be no immediate reaction after eating it.
"Forget it! You should go out and eat! The handmade bakery downstairs from the company is pretty good, you can buy some..."
Before Shen Qinghuan could finish her words, Jiang Yu had already picked up the sandwich on the plate and took a big bite.
Shen Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, and quickly stopped him, "Jiang Yu, don't eat! What if you vomit and have diarrhea again..."
Jiang Yu looked at her with a half-smile, "Are you so unconfident in your cooking skills?"
Shen Qinghuan spread his hands helplessly, shrugged and said, "You know how good my cooking is! When you were just in your third year of high school, you ate the midnight snack I made for you and ended up in the hospital with vomiting and diarrhea for several days."
At that time, she felt full of guilt towards Jiang Yu and wished that she was the one lying on the hospital bed.
Jiang Yu was stunned for a moment, surprise flashing in his eyes, and then he said nonchalantly: "How many years have passed? Do you still remember?"
"How could I not remember!" Shen Qinghuan curled her lips, "And I remember it very clearly. You stayed in the hospital for three days. I regretted it so much at that time. Fortunately, you were fine in the end, otherwise I would not be able to atone for my sins even if I died."
When talking about their teenage years, the atmosphere between them became inexplicably warm.
Jiang Yu lowered his eyes, his features dark and unclear, as if covered by a thick layer of smoke, and no one could hear what he was thinking.
After a moment's silence, he smiled and said, "Your cooking skills have improved. This sandwich tastes great! You should try it too!"
Shen Qinghuan's eyes lit up and she looked at Jiang Yu intently, "Really? Do you really think the sandwiches I made are delicious?"
Looking at those eyes that seemed to be filled with stars, Jiang Yu lowered his gaze slightly, unconsciously curled his thin lips and said: "Why would I lie to you! It tastes really good! If you don't believe me, you can try it yourself."
Shen Qinghuan quickly picked up the sandwich on his plate and took a tentative bite. His eyes lit up and he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "This tastes really good!"
She said, taking a big bite.
"Eat slowly! Don't choke. Drink some milk..."
Seeing Shen Qinghuan eating with big mouthfuls, Jiang Yu was afraid that she would choke, so he picked up the milk in front of him and handed it to Shen Qinghuan.
After watching her drink a few sips, he belatedly remembered that the glass of milk was his, and Shen Qinghuan didn't touch a single sip of her own milk.
Even though they were already a couple and very close, Jiang Yu felt a little awkward at the moment. After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Yu said tentatively: "Shen Qinghuan, the milk in your hand is mine."
"Yours?" Shen Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, then gave it back to him without hesitation. "Give it to you, I'll drink mine."
After getting his milk back, Jiang Yu felt even more uncomfortable.
She had already taken several sips, how could she have the nerve to return it! Shouldn't she have given him the untouched cup?
However, before he could say anything, he saw Shen Qinghuan pick up her glass of milk and drink it.
Jiang Yu opened his mouth slightly and gave up the idea of changing the cup.
After breakfast, the two drove to the company together as they did last time, and got off in an empty underground parking lot again.
But in order to prevent accidents similar to the last time from happening, Shen Qinghuan deliberately lagged behind Jiang Yu for a distance. She did not walk forward slowly until the elevator Jiang Yu was riding in slowly closed.
"Sister Huan? What a coincidence!"
The elevator stopped on the first floor and a lot of people came in. Song Cheng was among them and happened to walk to Shen Qinghuan's side.
Because there were too many people working, Shen Qinghuan had to stand in the corner. Song Cheng calmly used his body to protect her and created a separate space for her so that she would not be squeezed by other people.
Seeing that it was Song Cheng, Shen Qinghuan smiled and replied, "Good morning!"
Song Cheng lowered his head, his heart and eyes filled with the girl in front of him, but he was also clearly aware that they lived in two completely different worlds, and her world was beyond his reach, at least not now.
After a few simple greetings, no one spoke again.
Song Cheng still stood there calmly, protecting Shen Qinghuan in his own little world. Shen Qinghuan lowered her head, her gaze focused on her toes. No one knew what she was thinking.
Song Cheng waited until there were fewer people in the elevator before he quietly moved a few steps to the side.
"bite--"
The elevator ran to the top floor, the door slowly opened, and Shen Qinghuan walked out first.
Song Cheng followed closely behind her.
I returned to my workstation, put down my handbag, got up and went to the tea room to make myself a cup of Italian black coffee.
When Shen Qinghuan returned to the office, Song Cheng told her that President Jiang wanted to see her about something and asked her to go to the office!
Shen Qinghuan smiled and said "Okay", put down the coffee in his hand, turned and walked towards the door.
But she never expected that when she walked to the door, she saw someone she didn't expect.
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