What a handsome and elegant man! She could hardly believe her luck.
The male figure standing at the cooking counter, wearing a black tank top, revealing strong arms, broad shoulders, narrow waist, with slightly aged jeans hugging his sexy, firm buttocks, and a butterfly-tied apron – he looked so sexy, so captivating…
For a moment, her heart beat rapidly, and this was the first time in her 23 years that she was in a state of forgetting food for almost ten seconds.
Then her keen senses began to work. The air was filled with food fragrance… the bubbling sounds of cooking on the stove… combined with his charming, low voice…
Oh God! Heaven was too good to her! This… this was even better than her dream scenario!
She was touched, her eyes sparkling like stars, and couldn’t help but blurt out the term she often used to steal food at home –
“Darling!”
The beautiful, cello-like song abruptly stopped, his handsome back slightly stiffening, slowly turning around.
When that ugly face turned, she was stunned.
“Good morning!”
His voice carried a hint of unease. Her shocked expression made him suddenly feel a bit afraid, afraid she might immediately run out the door.
Unexpectedly, before he could realize why he was afraid, the seemingly frozen air was broken by her brilliant smile –
She excitedly screamed: “Ah! It’s you!”
Pu Cangxie was stunned. What was going on? Why did she look so happy, as happy as if seeing a lover…
No! She couldn’t possibly truly like him!
It’s great! What are you cooking? Meat bone tea? Ah… this smell is so fragrant!
Shang Keqin looked excitedly at the pot of pork belly that smelled so good and looked so soft and tender.
Why did she turn a blind eye to his ugly face? He slightly raised his thick eyebrows, a hint of confusion flickering in his deep, dark eyes.
Pu Cangxie looked at her bright and lovely side profile, and suddenly felt a bit disappointed and somewhat relieved. He couldn’t quite describe the complex emotions, but he couldn’t deny that he genuinely liked her frank and unpretentious nature.
“This is for the dog downstairs to eat.”
“Ah?” Her little face instantly fell, “Dog?”
She… was less important than a dog?! No… impossible! She looked eagerly at the pot of soft, tender meat.
