Chapter 64 Even cracking an egg is so ambiguous
Zhou Chong was clearly surprised by Jiang Wan's words. He stood there stunned for a long while before taking a step forward and holding the edge of the glass bowl.
Jiang Wan didn't let go, and just looked at him.
Zhou Chong lowered his eyes for a second, then raised his other hand, put the chopsticks back into Jiang Wan's hand, and then slowly covered the back of her hand with his palm.
The warmth of their bodies pressed together caused Jiang Wan's heart to tremble almost instantly.
Unlike the previous grasping of wrists through clothing, and unlike the previous vague touches, this time it was real, without any gaps, Zhou Chong's hand truly enveloping her.
She bit her lip tightly, not daring to look up at Zhou Chong's face.
She was the one who asked him to teach her; if not this way, how else could he teach her?
Zhou Chong lowered his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and held her hand firmly, slowly stirring the egg mixture in the bowl.
The movements were slow; after only two rounds of stirring, Jiang Wan quickly realized something was wrong.
They were now standing face to face, Zhou Chong holding her left hand with his right, stirring the eggs clockwise.
But she's not left-handed, and it would be too uncomfortable for her to crack eggs with her left hand.
She peeked up at Zhou Chong's focused expression, swallowed hard, and said, "Um... Zhou Chong, could you stop for a moment?"
Zhou Chong suddenly stopped moving. "...What's wrong?"
"It feels so awkward for me to crack eggs with my left hand like this." Jiang Wan frowned slightly, seemingly troubled, yet also shy and hesitant. "I'm right-handed, could you... hold my right hand?"
Zhou Chong was taken aback, slowly raised his eyes, and turned his gaze to her right hand.
If he were to hold her right hand with his right hand, he couldn't stand face to face with Jiang Wan like this; instead, he should stand behind her.
He released Jiang Wan's left hand but said nothing or made any further move.
Jiang Wan bit her lower lip, steeled her resolve, turned her back to Zhou Chong, and stood in front of the kitchen counter.
She cleared her throat forcefully, seemingly trying to hide something. "Cough...cough, okay, that's...that's all."
Zhou Chong stared intently at the figure in front of him. Jiang Wan lowered her head, her long hair parted to the sides, revealing a small section of her fair and delicate nape.
The sunlight outside the window seemed to cast dappled patterns on that spot, making that small patch of skin, so white it seemed to glow, dance before his eyes.
He lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly walked forward, standing behind the person in front of him.
His hands, hanging loosely at the seams of his trousers, clenched together briefly before he raised them. He placed his left hand on the edge of the counter, pulling her into his embrace, yet restraining himself from touching her.
His only unrestrained right hand, following his heart's desires, enveloped her tightly, inseparable.
At such close proximity, every breath we take is within arm's reach.
Jiang Wan could clearly feel Zhou Chong's warm breath on the back of her neck, seeping into her hair and tickling her heart.
She suddenly felt a pang of regret. She shouldn't have spoken so rashly. She hadn't realized how weak her self-control was; she was already about to lose control.
She's clearly a 28-year-old "old auntie," so how did she get flirted with by 18-year-old Xiao Zhou?
No, Zhou Chong wasn't flirting with her; she brought it all on herself.
Jiang Wan's palms, gripped tightly by Zhou Chong, were slightly sweaty, and her face was uncontrollably flushed. She closed her eyes briefly. "Is...is this okay?"
Zhou Chong kept his head down, his hands still stirring the egg mixture. "It's still a little short, not even enough."
As he spoke, his breath fell entirely onto the back of Jiang Wan's neck.
Jiang Wan opened her eyes with a start, looking at the golden egg mixture in front of her, with only a few strands of egg white suspended in it. "Does it have to be so uniform?"
“Hmm.” Zhou Chong said without changing his expression, “Egg drop soup is made by pouring beaten egg liquid into boiling soup to form flocculent egg flowers, so it must be evenly distributed.”
“…Oh.” Jiang Wan was a complete novice in the kitchen and knew nothing about cooking, so she figured she could just listen to Zhou Chong.
Although it was agonizing, she could only endure it.
Jiang Wan didn't know how much time had passed, but she knew her face was so hot it felt like she could fry an egg on it before Zhou Chong finally let her go.
"alright."
The hand that had been resting on the edge of the counter was withdrawn, and the warmth behind her suddenly receded.
Jiang Wan breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to turn around, and put her chopsticks directly on the table. "Then... I'll go out first."
After saying that, she lowered her head, turned around quickly, and ran out of the kitchen, afraid that Zhou Chong would see the blush on her cheeks.
Zhou Chong turned his head and watched her fleeing figure. A slight smile appeared on his lips, and his tense body gradually relaxed.
Only he knew how nervous he had been.
He rubbed his wrists, walked to the stove, checked the temperature of the tomato stewed beef brisket, and then began to prepare spinach and egg drop soup.
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Jiang Wan ran to the living room, kicked off her slippers, and nestled into the sofa. She grabbed a cushion and buried her face in it.
Help!
Her face must have turned bright red, like a rotten tomato. Luckily, she had her back to Zhou Chong, so he probably didn't see it.
How can cracking an egg be so ambiguous?
She will never again be so talkative and impulsive as to get herself into trouble.
But then again, it felt really nice to be held in Zhou Chong's arms from behind. So next time, could I try to hug him in person?
If we find another plausible excuse, he probably... wouldn't refuse, right?
Jiang Wan blushed more and more as she thought about it, especially when she thought about sitting on the back of Zhou Chong's bicycle, her arms wrapped around his waist, and she could feel his hard abs even through several layers of clothing.
So, are his pectoral muscles also that full?
After all, Zhou Chong's physique will be quite something in the future; if she could hug him from the front, wouldn't that be...?
Cough cough... I can't think about it anymore.
He's eighteen years old now, Zhou!
We agreed to take it step by step and slowly.
Jiang Wan gradually calmed her excitement, peeked her face out from behind the cushion, turned around, leaned against the back of the sofa, and watched Zhou Chong's busy figure in the kitchen.
At least, she can eat the meals Zhou Chong cooks for her again.
Although she hasn't won him over yet, she has at least partially achieved her wish of having him cook for her regularly.
Zhou Chong turned off the stove, carried the casserole out, glanced at Jiang Wan who was lying on the sofa, and said, "Dinner is ready."
"Oh, okay."
Jiang Wan turned around, intending to get up from the sofa. She looked down at the floor for her slippers, only to realize that when she jumped onto the sofa, she had accidentally flung them too far away.
One is behind the coffee table, and the other is on the side of the sofa.
She could only hold onto the sofa armrest, stretch out her legs, point her toes, and reach for the slipper that had fallen to the side of the sofa.
The distance didn't seem far, but when she stretched her toes to reach the slippers, she always missed them by just a little bit, slipping over the slippers time and time again.
Just as she was about to give up, a cold, white, jade-like hand appeared in her line of sight.
She paused for a moment, then looked up along her long, slender fingers and saw Zhou Chong squatting on the ground, picking up her slippers.
Zhou Chong picked up the slippers, walked to Jiang Wan's side, and squatted down in front of her again. He knelt on one knee and put both slippers on her feet.
Of course, I carefully and restrained myself from touching her ankle.
Jiang Wan looked down at Zhou Chong, who was squatting in front of her, and her eyes inexplicably felt hot.
On their wedding day in their previous life, in the bridal chamber of the Royal View No. 1 villa, Zhou Chong knelt on one knee in front of her and gently helped her put on her wedding shoes.
Zhou Chong, do you know how much I want you to help me put on my wedding shoes one more time?
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