“Then I’ll have to eat several pieces.” Pei Xuanyan, infected by her good mood, showed a rare smile: “You’re not just going to serve me this one dish, are you?”
An Ke carried the vegetables into the kitchen, calling back: “Don’t worry, you won’t go hungry. Brother Xuanyan, make yourself comfortable.”
Pei Xuanyan carefully examined her home for the first time. A living room with three bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen. The rooms weren’t large, but everything was orderly. The house had good lighting, warm in winter and cool in summer. Watching her busy back, she wore a goose-yellow down jacket with jeans, tied an apron, rolled up her sleeves, and moved efficiently. His gaze again lingered on her for a long time. He walked over and asked: “Do you need help?”
An Ke turned back and looked him up and down, with an unbelieving expression: “As the host, I should refuse the guest’s help, but I’m also curious about what Young Master Pei is like in the kitchen. Should I agree or refuse?
What a lot of nonsense,” Pei Xuanyan smiled lightly: “Let me show you what it means to be good both in the living room and the kitchen.”
“Haha…” An Ke covered her stomach and laughed: “I didn’t expect Brother Xuanyan to have such a humorous side.”
Pei Xuanyan joked: “King You of Zhou lit beacon fires to tease the feudal lords, just for a smile from Bao Si. Today, what’s wrong with sacrificing a bit of my looks to make a beauty smile?”
The delicious dishes, fragrant and colorful, were served on the table amid their conversation.
An Ke cleared her throat, looking serious: “Try this braised pork I made, golden in color, fatty but not greasy, melting in the mouth.” She then picked up a piece and placed it in Pei Xuanyan’s bowl: “I heard Chairman Mao especially loved this dish.”
“Really?” Pei Xuanyan tasted it and nodded: “Indeed fatty but not greasy, melting in the mouth.” He then picked up a piece for An Ke: “You try it too.”
