Chapter 114: Catering to His Interests
The soft flesh above Jiang Yuan's waist was pinched and released by him again and again, neither lightly nor heavily, but the warm touch of his hands made her itch unbearably.
She still held a spoon in her hand, filled with a spoonful of steaming carrot and pork rib soup. Her breathing was unsteady, her arms were shaking, and half of the soup spilled out. She turned her head away from his lips and said with a hint of reproach in her tone, "I've been simmering this soup for two hours."
He glanced into the pot, buried his head in her neck again, and said in a calm tone: "It doesn't look very good."
Jiang Yuan had no choice but to put down the spoon. He had already turned her over and held her in his arms.
He was wearing a loose black silk nightgown with the belt around his waist tied loosely. The half-open collar revealed a large area of his chest muscles. In the broad daylight, the wheat-colored sheen and muscle lines were particularly clear.
The two had never done such a thing in broad daylight. Jiang Yuan had nowhere to look and her eyelashes drooped, but the blush spread from the side of her cheek where he kissed her to her earlobe.
He was not so impatient now. He slowly untied the apron tied behind her and put his hands under the hem of her sweater.
Jiang Yuan leaned on his shoulder, her body trembling slightly.
Suddenly, his voice came to my ears: "How was your trip to Liang Zhouheng's last night?"
Jiang Yuan's nerves tensed up, and after a pause of two seconds, he replied, "It was quite late. I came back as soon as I delivered the gift."
He pulled his hand out, stroked her back gently with his big hand, and asked calmly: "Did he give you any trouble?"
On her way back last night, Jiang Yuan decided not to tell Yin Dong about what happened last night. Liang Zhouheng was right. One was a brother who grew up together, and the other was her. It was obvious how Yin Dong would handle it, so why should she embarrass herself.
"No, let's eat. The food is getting cold. I only took half a day off. I'll have lunch with you before I go back to the company."
Jiang Yuan moved away from him, turned around and continued to pour the soup out of the pot.
Yin Dong glanced at her back, his Adam's apple rolled twice, and he didn't say anything.
The dishes were placed on the table, four dishes and one soup. Yin Dong's eyes slowly swept over each dish: pineapple pork, shrimps in tomato sauce, braised duck with young ginger, water spinach with garlic sauce, and a fragrant soup.
It was obviously made according to his taste. It didn't look as beautiful as the one made by the aunt before, but it was very appetizing.
Because she had specially made arrangements to keep the food warm, the dishes were still hot.
He didn't rush to eat. He leaned back in his seat, squinting his eyes and looking at her, a half-smile on his lips. "You know how to please me. Where did you steal the skills from when I was away?"
Jiang Yuan placed a bowl of soup on the table in front of him, looking nonchalant. "I didn't learn it on purpose. I just have a little bit of talent."
"Try it and see if it suits your taste."
He didn't move, his eyes fell on her hand, and he paused, "What's wrong with your hand?"
There was a deep red mark on her right thumb. It wasn't large and wasn't very noticeable, but if you looked closely you could see it looked like a burn.
When she was baking a cake two days ago, she forgot the time and in a hurry, she reached into the oven to take the cake directly, and her hand touched the oven wall, causing blisters on the spot.
She pinched her fingers subconsciously and said, "I accidentally burned myself while making the cake. I applied some medicine and it's almost healed."
He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What kind of cake?"
Jiang Yuan: "Since you like desserts, I tried making it twice."
He stared at her thumb. The burn was right on the tip of her finger. Her skin was tender, and he could imagine how painful it must have been.
"Who said I like desserts?"
Jiang Yuan lowered her eyes, stirring the soup slowly with a spoon in one hand, and muttered softly, "If you don't like it, why did someone buy Jin Dingji desserts and send them to your office?"
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