Chapter 676

, Fu Yan murmured something. When Ji Lin leaned closer to hear, his heart ached. He squeezed Fu Yan's icy hand and tucked her back into the blankets.Ji Lin sat back down in his original position, maki...During dinner, Fu Yan got the same dish she had at the private kitchen last time. She didn't need to guess; the chef couldn't possibly know her taste so well, down to every nuance of salty, sweet, sour and bitter.

There is no doubt that Huo Mingzheng cooked dinner.

She glanced at Huo Mingzheng and unconsciously looked at the back of his hand.

"I was very careful this time and didn't get burned." Huo Mingzheng gave her a piece of chicken.

Fu Yan frowned, “I didn’t ask.”

"Well, I'd like to say something myself." Huo Mingzheng followed her.

Fu Yan's brow furrowed even deeper. He had completely let go now, right

“I remember you didn’t used to cook. Of course, except for noodle soup.”

After she asked, she regretted it, afraid that Huo Mingzheng would say something she couldn't handle.

But luckily, Huo Mingzheng wasn't the kind of person who was slick or insincere. He knew when to stop talking and wouldn't say anything that felt greasy.

"Cooking is not difficult, just follow the recipe."

This sentence just seemed to pinpoint Fu Yan's situation perfectly. She thought about how she couldn't cook, and if she followed a recipe, she could probably blow up the kitchen. She could only manage to boil some porridge and bake a few things.

Ji Lin said that God is fair, no one can have all the good things. She was so beautiful that it angered both gods and humans, and not being able to cook wasn't a flaw, there was no need to dwell on it. She had to admit that she just wasn't cut out for that kind of thing.

Of course, Qi Lin's words relieved her. After all, a woman who can't cook isn't some shameful flaw.

Before shoving the rice into her mouth, she mumbled, "Amazing."

Huo Mingzheng had keen ears and sharp eyesight. He watched her shoveling food into her mouth, her cheeks slightly bulging as she chewed. His heart softened. "Those who can eat the meals I make are truly remarkable."

Fu Yan immediately wanted to put down her chopsticks, Huo Mingzheng saw the opportunity and stopped, ladling a bowl of soup for her and placing it on her right. He didn't speak anymore.

After a while, Fu Yan said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Huo Mingzheng's hand paused as he served her food, a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

After dinner, Fu Yan called Song Qing霜 back to her room. In a week it would be the Qingming Festival holiday, and she hadn't planned to go back to Guangcheng to sweep her ancestors' graves. Instead, she was going to Lyon to find her mother. The two of them had been separated for quite some time.

Ho Mingzheng went to the study to handle official business. Lao Luo, holding a teacup, knocked on the door and entered, placing the cup on Ho Mingzheng's left hand side.

He just glanced over, thinking Huo Mingzheng was reviewing documents. Unexpectedly, he found that Huo Mingzheng was holding a book and making notes in it from time to time.

Uncle Lo took a closer look, good fellow, it was a cookbook.

He realized that tonight's dinner was personally prepared by President Huo. He understood, it is true that to capture someone's heart, one must first capture their stomach. President Huo was trying to win Miss Fu over with attention to detail.

I wonder if Miss Fu can withstand Mr. Huo's onslaught

Uncle Luo was tidying the bookshelf while asking, "Mr. Huo, are you going to have dinner prepared for you in advance tomorrow night when you get back"

Miss Fu's copy of "Love in Times of Cholera" should be handled with care, no more mishaps please.

Ho Mingzheng paused his annotation on the side of a dish, "Medium spiciness," after hearing Luo Guanjia's words. His thin lips pursed slightly.

Tonight.

Luo Guanjia did remind him that tomorrow evening, Fu Yan would not be going back to the Jinling mansion for dinner, but instead would be having dinner at Ji Lin's house.

Luo Shu didn't know which word he had said wrong. He could feel Huo Mingzheng's aura change, and for some reason, he felt unhappy.se. It wasn't that he wouldn't interfere, but rather that he didn't want to.She was becoming increasingly uneasy, and the fact that this was her first meeting with Sauron— even though he seemed just a...