But now, her gaze made him uncomfortable. He deliberately said, “Don’t look at me like that. You’re about to drool. Didn’t you just have a bowl of noodles this afternoon? It’s only 5 o’clock. Are you that hungry?”
Her face turned red.
Heaven knew her mind wasn’t on food at all; she was simply mesmerized by him.
His solid, tall physique, graceful movements, the muscles on his strong arms – every inch was a beautiful line. Even his actions of ladling soup and chopping were like flowing clouds, smooth and seamless.
It was just like… she recalled the files describing the beauty of Japanese schools that she had seen while planning a project last year. Suddenly, she clapped her hands.
“Ah! It’s as elegant as the Japanese tea ceremony!”
The body in front of the stove stiffened slightly. “What did you say?”
“I mean, your movements are as elegant as the Japanese tea ceremony. Did you know? I was just working on a project this past year… well, never mind!”
Just as she was about to explain the process of her project, she suddenly thought her identity might put pressure on him, who was just a small noodle shop owner.
After all, their beginning was just a kiss, such a fragile start made her hesitant to tell the truth.
And upon hearing her mention the tea ceremony, his usually gentle eyes immediately dimmed.
He was grateful she could accept him like this, but… why did he have to meet her at this moment? When would he find the right opportunity to tell her the truth and hope she could accept his real self?
Thinking this, he looked up and caught her gaze, which seemed lost in thought, looking into the distance. He looked at her deeply, then lowered his head to focus on his work.
Pu Cang Jie looked at Qiu Tian Aunt as if in thought, then said in a low voice: “She means that she finally found a noodle stall she likes to eat at.”
“Mm! Right! Cang Jie understands me best.” Shang Ke Xin smiled happily. “Meeting him is so great, isn’t it?”
After Pu Cang Jie’s explanation, Qiu Tian Aunt’s expression calmed slightly, but then changed to another kind of anxiety. “You mean… meeting the dishes he made… right?” she asked cautiously.
