He shouldn’t feel a little disappointed. Women’s reactions were always the same when seeing his face. The better ones, like her, would remain silent; ordinary ones would scream; the worst would flee the door right in front of him.
Even male customers could barely tolerate his ugly appearance, which was why he wore a mask at regular customers’ requests.
“Ah? Oh…” After a few seconds of silence came a slightly elevated exclamation, but not a scream, “Wow! So fragrant! Why is the second bowl just as delicious?”
He was taken aback, turning to see a face full of spring-like smiles. She gave him a thumbs-up and praised enthusiastically:
“You’re absolutely amazing! Slurp… Ha! Whew! Hot! Ha… Delicious… Mmm! So delicious… Totally perfect!” She was so moved she was almost in tears.
He’s the one! This man, without a doubt!
Just like when she first tasted her father’s red bean soup years ago, she knew this was the flavor her heart desired.
So, as the bowl gradually emptied, she looked up, her clear face filled with expectation, gazing into those still somewhat shocked and disbelieving deep eyes.
“I…” Her big eyes sparkled, bright like a luminous universe, “I… will you marry me… No, wait! Will you marry me?”
“…”
The world was completely turned upside down in this instant. Even seeing that suicide note a year ago hadn’t shocked him this much…
Yes, the chef was Pu Yingcang, also known as Pu Cang Jie.
Slowly, he pulled down his mask, his face serious and cold. Yet, even with his deformity and ugliness, he still exuded an innate aristocratic pride.
“Miss, haven’t you seen what I look like?”
“Yes… yes! Miss, don’t get carried away. If you want to get married, you might as well marry me… uh… I’m just saying, just saying!” A male customer who hadn’t been scared senseless by Shang Keixin quickly spoke up, but halfway through his sentence, he was silenced by Pu Cangxie’s fierce glare.
Unexpectedly, Shang Keixin didn’t even glance at the man beside her. After seeing Pu Cangxie’s extremely ugly appearance, she actually laughed, “Ah! How… how wonderful!”
“Huh? How wonderful?” His thick eyebrows furrowed without any disguise.
“You’re not a useless stick!” Shang Keixin cheered, raising both hands.
“A… useless stick?”
