Chapter 91 It’s Him?!
This time the voice no longer had the deliberately suppressed feeling, and Su Man felt more familiar with it.
She raised her head and looked at the face hidden behind the mask.
Sharp and cold eyebrows, an extremely familiar feeling, "Xiao Beisheng?!"
The man's expression froze for a moment, and then a low laugh broke out from behind his mask. "You still found out. I should have listened to Gao Xun and sent someone else. But I really want to see your first reaction after eating the noodles."
Su Man was extremely shocked by this situation. "Why are you here? Didn't you just return to Haicheng?"
Xiao Beisheng should be in Dilan Garden now, having finished his business trip and having a good rest.
"Since you didn't come back, I had no choice but to come here. Qu City isn't far from Hai City anyway, and a helicopter can get there in 40 minutes. I left right after I called you. I still had plenty of time, so I asked the chef in the kitchen how to make noodle soup."
As Xiao Beisheng spoke, he took off his mask and sat down next to Su Man.
Su Man was a little surprised.
Xiao Beisheng would actually run around like this for her.
It has to be said that Xiao Beisheng's appearance, even when wearing a chef's uniform, has a seductive aura.
The sleeves are rolled up halfway, revealing half of the forearm. The muscle lines are graceful and smooth, and the body proportions of broad shoulders and narrow waist make the chef's uniform look particularly heroic and straight.
Her eyes fell on the bowl of noodles in front of her. "Why did you suddenly want to learn how to make noodle soup?"
"You've always made it for me, so I want to try making it for you too. How is it? How does it taste?" Xiao Beisheng supported his chin with both hands, looking at Su Man, with expectation dancing in his eyes, and at the same time a hint of nervousness and insecurity.
He rarely expressed such emotions so openly in front of others.
"I saw you frowning just now. Is it not tasty?" he asked again.
Su Man said: "Hmm... not bad!"
"You're lying."
"It's really good. The dough is cooked through and very chewy. Newbies usually can't make it this chewy. The heat must be just right."
Xiao Beisheng's suspicion grew even stronger.
He was now convinced that what he had cooked was not tasty.
"Let me have a taste." He took the bowl of noodles from Su Man. Su Man wanted to stop him, but it was too late.
He took a bite and his brows immediately furrowed.
“No salt.”
He made a calm and cold summary.
It’s just like evaluating the company’s project shortcomings in daily life.
Suman immediately said, "But the noodles are really good! I just forgot to add salt. It will be delicious if I add some seasoning."
Xiao Beisheng still frowned. Su Man did not lie to him. She just picked out the good things and avoided the bad ones.
Su Man looked at Xiao Beisheng in front of her and suddenly couldn't help laughing. "However, there is indeed room for improvement. This noodle can be made even more delicious. Why didn't the chef help you keep a close eye on it and forget this simplest yet most crucial step?"
"We have been focusing on other things. I guess it was too simple, so we took it lightly."
"Didn't you taste the noodles yourself before they were served?"
"No."
Xiao Beisheng's expression was strange.
Finally, he said, "I want to present this bowl of noodles to you in its entirety."
Even when the chef asked to taste the food, he righteously refused.
This was his first time cooking, and it was for Suman. How could he let others eat first? He himself was reluctant to eat.
I didn't expect that because of this little idea, it would backfire.
He pushed the bowl of noodles aside and took the other dishes. "Don't eat noodles anymore. Try something else. You must be hungry."
"What are you doing? I want to eat." Su Man brought the bowl of noodles back in front of her, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating with relish.
Xiao Beisheng frowned and looked at her, "Actually, you don't have to force yourself."
"Who said I was forcing myself? Let me tell you, when I was little, I fell ill and couldn't go to school. My aunt was very worried. But she wasn't worried about my health. She was worried that I would fall too far behind in my studies. It would be embarrassing for her, and I would do poorly on exams. Then all her efforts in cultivating me would be in vain." She smiled and stirred the noodles in the bowl, her eyes still shining. "At that time, the doctor told me to eat less oil and salt. To make me get better soon, she directly instructed the cook at home not to put any soy sauce or even a little salt in my food. I drank white porridge for two whole weeks, and the vegetables were boiled in water."
Xiao Beisheng frowned even more tightly and reached out to grab her chopsticks, "Then I won't eat."
"I haven't finished yet." Su Man protected the chopsticks and bowl.
"That's when Aunt Chen came to work at home. She felt sorry for me and cooked noodles for me without adding any salt. But the clear soup and cabbage noodles she made were especially delicious. The noodles you made remind me of that taste and the feeling back then."
"What does it feel like?"
"The feeling of redemption, protection, cherishing...? Hehe." Su Man smiled playfully and lowered her head to eat noodles.
Xiao Beisheng looked at her carefully and found that she didn't seem to be forcing herself to eat it. She really thought the noodles were delicious.
His brows relaxed a little as a result.
The feeling of frustration just now disappeared.
He always feels relaxed when he is with Suman.
He had a meal with Su Man. When it was almost over, the waiter came in with a big bouquet of roses and handed it to Xiao Beisheng.
Xiao Beisheng handed the flowers to Su Man and said, "These are some flowers for you. I can wait, but flowers can't. It would be a pity if you can't see it when it is at its best."
Su Man looked at the large bouquet of flowers in front of her with a little surprise, "Thank you..."
“It should be.”
Su Man felt warm in her heart.
If Xiao Beisheng's marriage was just a temporary measure, then he had done too much for Su Man, which was beyond the scope of acting.
It's hard not to be moved.
After dinner, Xiao Beisheng suggested that he and Su Man stay in the hotel for one night and go back together tomorrow.
Su Man thought about it and realized that this was the truth. Xiao Beisheng was too tired from traveling back and forth, and she also needed a good rest.
But when Su Man returned to the room, she realized that her wish to "have a good rest" was simply unrealistic.
After she finished taking a shower, when she was drying her hair in the dry and wet partition, Xiao Beisheng walked in, took the hair dryer from her hand from behind, and started drying her hair.
Su Man didn't refuse either.
Xiao Beisheng's technique was gentle. Su Man raised her eyebrows, with a hint of ambiguity: "Mr. Xiao is very skilled at blow-drying people's hair. Is he very experienced?"
Xiao Beisheng concentrated on blowing her hair. His slender fingers penetrated the roots of her hair and gently shook it, letting the wind blow through every strand. "You are very experienced."
Although he was so honest, Su Man felt a little uncomfortable.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Beisheng noticed the change in her expression.
Su Man said, "I shouldn't have asked that question."
Xiao Beisheng didn't expect her to be so frank, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "In the past, Tiantian's parents often left Tiantian at her grandmother's house. She didn't want the nanny to take care of her and only liked to stick to me. Over time, I learned how to take care of others."
It turned out to be Xiao Tian's hair being blow-dried...
She thought it was for Luo Yan.
The feeling of blockage in Su Man's heart disappeared instantly, and her expression relaxed.
Xiao Beisheng said: "However, I am very happy that you are jealous. It shows that you care about me."
After saying this, the hair was blow-dried.
He pressed the button of the hair dryer and put it aside. He used one hand to smooth the ends of her hair and put the other hand on the side of Su Man's neck, gently stroking it.
He combed his hair with a focused and serious expression, without a hint of ambiguity.
But the touch of his rough palm was warm, gentle and affectionate, which made Su Man tremble a little.
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