Chapter Eleven: A Day of Doubt (Part 1)
Damn, she's so soft. Xia Yan, her breath unsteady, released Jiang You, her eyes lingering on her dark eyes.
Jiang You's heart pounded wildly, and his face turned a shade redder at a visible speed.
Afterwards, Xia Yan held her hand, their fingers intertwined:
"Alright, we need to go buy groceries, otherwise we won't have lunch."
He patted Jiang You's limp head, pulled her out of the VIP business room, and headed towards the food ingredient area.
The girl walked mechanically, as if sleepwalking, until Xia Yan led her to a shelf where they stopped.
It wasn't until he heard the footsteps of passersby and the occasional chatter that Jiang You snapped out of his dreamlike state.
Just now, she was French kissing the boy, right?
She blushed, lowered her head, pursed her lips, and there was still trace of the boy's moisture in her mouth.
I didn't know how to react, and I felt that things shouldn't have developed this way.
And after kissing her, shouldn't the boy give her an explanation?
Why are they picking out ingredients like nothing's wrong, as if they're a couple deeply in love, kissing each other as if it's perfectly natural and justifiable?
Passersby who saw the young man were amazed; what a physique, what an exceptional man!
When he saw the girl, his eyes were full of surprise; this woman was also a woman.
Seeing the two holding hands is like seeing a drop of ink on a beautiful painting, making one frown.
That's such a waste.
Jiang You was always very sensitive to people's gazes, and she nervously and uncomfortably tried to break free from the hand that was intertwined with the boy's.
Xia Yan carefully examined the ingredient list. He usually ate out, either with a cook or occasionally when he wanted to cook for himself. It was just a matter of making a phone call, and someone would deliver the ingredients.
Noticing Jiang You's fidgeting hands, he didn't even lift his eyelids. He lifted their intertwined hands, kissed her fingertips a few times, rubbed his cheek against the back of her hand, and then put them down.
It's like soothing an impatient girlfriend, telling her, "Don't worry, I'll pick one soon."
It felt like an electric current was passing through my fingertips, a tingling and slightly sore sensation, which caused my heart to tremble and then start beating wildly.
Jiang You immediately fell silent, her head almost drooping to the ground.
Her mind was in a complete mess, and she didn't have time to pay attention to the stares of passersby.
After selecting the ingredients, Jiang You arrived at the parking lot and wanted to sit in the back of the car to calm down.
"What are you going to do sitting in the back?"
Just as she stepped up, Xia Yan frowned, grabbed her wrist, pulled her down, pressed down on her shoulder, and shoved her into the passenger seat.
Xia Yan got into the car, leaned over to fasten Jiang You's seatbelt, and seeing her dazed and silly look, couldn't resist pulling her head up and kissing her for a while.
That feels so damn good! How did her mouth get so soft? I want to drown in her.
Hesitantly, he kissed her, then let go and drove home.
Xia Yan returned to the large apartment, put her things down, and immediately went to the bathroom.
Jiang You's mind was a complete mess. Just as she parked the car, the boy had been kissing her for quite a while.
She didn't mind kissing him; after reading posts about it before, she wanted to try kissing someone herself.
But she has a passive personality, only moving when someone nudges her, so she doesn't take the initiative to make friends, let alone have a boyfriend.
My first kiss is still intact, oh, I just lost it.
I don't know what the boy was thinking; it would be even better if he could avoid taking responsibility.
They were just flirting, both tacitly understanding each other, and broke up two months later.
Jiang You sat on the sofa, lost in thought, still unable to believe that she had kissed such a stunning man.
Ten minutes later, Xia Yan still hadn't come out.
She glanced down at her phone; it was already 10:30, time to start cooking.
After standing up and looking through the ingredients Xia Yan was selling, I was dumbfounded. What are all these things?
Apart from carrots, a common ingredient, I didn't recognize any of them.
She glanced at the packaging: Italian white truffles, Almas caviar, Yubari melons from Hokkaido, Japan, Kobe beef, and pufferfish milt... and the prices made Jiang You dizzy and he dared not make a move.
She left with trembling hands, wanting to wait for Xia Yan to come out before saying anything further.
I waited for more than an hour.
Xia Yan emerged from the bathroom, her breathing unsteady and her eyes reddening. She saw the girl sitting quietly and obediently on the sofa, watching videos.
His heart softened, and he wanted to slap her.
He sat down next to her, rested his chin on the crook of her neck, wrapped his arms around her waist, and lowered his beautiful eyes.
"What are you looking at?"
The girl got a new phone, and it was showing a video about how to make white truffles.
Jiang You was startled. She turned her head to look, and Xia Yan's thin lips lazily and naturally leaned in, pecking at her lips twice. He looked at her with his peach blossom eyes and smiled:
"Don't you know how to do it? I'll teach you."
Ever since their first kiss, the boy has made no attempt to hide his intentions.
Jiang You didn't say anything, and awkwardly struggled to get up and move away from him.
Having tasted the stench of meat, Xia Yan could not bear the girl's distance.
He stared into her dark eyes, his expression slowly darkening, a half-smile playing on his lips: "You..."
Before he could finish speaking, the girl hesitated and nodded: "Teach me."
His mood instantly brightened, and his amber eyes sparkled like captivating spring water. He stood up and took off his watch.
Jiang You noticed that the boy's right hand was shockingly red at the base of his thumb, including his palm and fingers, as if it had been rubbed vigorously.
Xia Yan: "Let's go."
In the open kitchen, a huge marble countertop is placed against the wall, with the stove located on one side, featuring exquisite stainless steel cookware, and next to it is a large-capacity oven.
The sink is located on the other side, and the large double sink design makes it convenient to wash a large number of dishes and ingredients at the same time.
Jiang You stood to one side, wondering how Xia Yan was going to teach her.
"Go wash your hands," he said casually, glancing at her after finishing cooking the rice.
Jiang You obediently went to wash her hands. She turned on the tap and put her hands under the running water to clean them.
"That won't do."
Xia Yan walked behind her, his tall frame of over 1.8 meters pressed against her back.
The man's intense hormones assaulted his senses, causing Jiang You's body to tense up instantly, and he panicked.
So close, so close that his heartbeat seemed to travel through her body to her ears.
Xia Yan rested his chin on her left nape, reached his hands from behind her to the front, grabbed her hands, and said lazily, "You can't get it clean like this."
After saying that, he squeezed out some hand sanitizer and applied it to her hands.
Their fingers were intertwined, their breaths warm and moist against each other's necks, and the chest of the opposite sex behind them.
A bead of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose, and her cheeks were burning hot.
But the boy behind her didn't let her go. In that position, he led her to the kitchen counter and taught her step by step how to process the ingredients.
The boy would occasionally kiss her neck and then brush against the tip of her ear.
"Ugh..." Jiang You couldn't help but let out a soft moan, his body feeling extremely weak.
"Jiang You, what were you yelling about just now?"
The boy seemed unaware of how outrageous his actions were, his voice both innocent and malicious.
Jiang You couldn't stand it, so she twisted her body and crawled out of Xia Yan's arms.
This person wasn't there to teach her how to cook at all.
"What's wrong?" Xia Yan leaned in and gave her a sweet kiss on the lips.
Jiang You quickly took a few steps back: "If you're going to teach, then teach properly, don't..."
Xia Yan raised an eyebrow: "Don't want what?"
She choked. Although the two kissed and hugged, their relationship was not explicitly stated, and she did not want to take the initiative to do so.
She wouldn't ask unless the boy told her.
"Alright, alright, you can just watch from the side."
Seeing that she was really angry, Xia Yan licked his lips and dared not test her limits any further.
After conjoined twins are separated, the cooking process is more than twice as fast.
Xia Yan has excellent knife skills, slicing carrots with practiced ease and fluidity.
The carrot shreds are distinct, as if they were carefully shredded with a grater, fine and even.
When stir-frying vegetables, he also flips the wok.
Jiang You stood there dumbfounded, watching.
In her original impression, a rich young master like him should be completely ignorant about grains and never lift a finger.
Seemingly sensing her doubts, Xia Yan chuckled and explained:
"My father is a former soldier and has always been very strict with his family members."
“When I was a child, he would send me to the army for training every winter and summer vacation.”
"In the old man's words, you don't necessarily have to be an expert, but you must be able to do it."
“Not only me, but all the other children in the compound received the same treatment. So I not only know how to cook, but I can also sew clothes.”
As they were talking, Xia Yan cooked the first dish and brought it out of the pan.
A fragrant aroma wafts through the air, making one's mouth water.
He picked up a piece of meat, blew on it twice, and then brought it to Jiang You's mouth:
"Ah, open your mouth."
The boy had a face that appeared aloof, noble, and indifferent, yet he possessed a pair of captivating eyes that seemed to look at even a dog with deep affection.
When she smiles, she's like a nine-tailed fox straight out of a storybook—alluring and captivating, stealing people's souls without them even realizing it.
Jiang You was stunned. She opened her mouth blankly and let the boy feed her.
"Isn't it delicious? I've never cooked for anyone other than my family."
Xia Yan's words were loaded with meaning, but Jiang Youmu didn't understand his implied meaning.
After chewing a couple of times, the girl's eyes lit up: "Delicious!"
This gluttonous bastard must have been sent by heaven to drive him crazy!
Forget it, he was the one who fell for her first and was after her body.
Xia Yan reluctantly bent down and kissed the girl's lips before handing her the food with one hand.
"Go sit down and eat, I'll get it ready right away."
"oh oh."
Jiang You obediently came to the long table, and after being stunned for a long time, she suddenly realized that she was the chef!
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