Luo Yuwei glanced subtly at Bo Tingshen before turning and entering the kitchen.
President Bo... didn’t seem to be angry.
The large kitchen was filled with various exquisite Chinese dishes: Fried Buddha’s Hand Rolls, Steamed Silver Cod with Winter Vegetables, Dumplings with Chili Oil and Fresh Shrimp, Thai-Style Smoked Duck Breast, Shark Bone Soup with Fish Maw, Braised Bird’s Nest with Pork Ribs...
Ye Xian briefly scanned these dishes. Before she could even process the names, her stomach started growling loudly.
She quickly covered it.
She had been up since morning facing a barrage of criticisms in the chat group, played games with YFD until noon, hadn’t managed to eat a bite, was called over by Bo Xiaoli to get a bracelet, and was exhausted from being tormented by a certain jerk just moments ago. She was indeed unbearably hungry now.
But no matter how hungry, she couldn’t let her stomach rumble at this moment—too embarrassing. Thankfully, no one heard...
"Xianxian, are you hungry?" Wen Yan picked up a piece of Buddha’s Hand Roll with chopsticks and brought it towards her mouth, her other hand gently supporting underneath, feeding her like a baby, looking at her expectantly, "Here, try Auntie’s cooking."
"Ah~ Open your mouth~"
"..." Reluctantly opening her mouth, Ye Xian tried to brainwash herself that, at this moment, Wen Yan was merely a fan of hers, not Bo Tingshen’s mother.
The Buddha’s Hand Roll was refreshing, succulent, crispy on the outside, tender inside, like a fragrant bomb. Once in her mouth, it deliciously exploded, each fragrance swirling like a dancer gracefully performing a ballet on her taste buds.
Starting, spinning, leaping!
It was incredibly delicious! So delicious that Ye Xian’s eyes widened.
"Auntie, did you really make this?"
"Yes, Auntie likes to cook when I have free time. How does it taste?"
Ye Xian gave a thumbs up, "This taste should only exist in heaven, how often can one experience it on earth!"
"Ohoho~" Wen Yan covered her mouth, embarrassed by the flattering praise. Who could resist such overt flattery from their idol! It made her heart skip a beat.
"Baby Xian has such a sweet mouth. If you like it, eat more."
Wen Yan handed her the chopsticks. Ye Xian quickly refused, "No, no, Auntie, it wouldn’t be right. We all need to eat together later."
Wen Yan: "So you do want to stay and eat with us?"
Ye Xian: "..." Old ginger is still spicier.
But it must be said, Bo Tingshen’s mother’s cooking was just too delicious. Compared to her own mother, it was like heaven versus hell, even though her own mother was an artful chef.
Luo Yuwei: "With Auntie’s cooking this delicious, Ye Xian will definitely stay, right, Ye Xian?"
Luo Yuwei looked at Ye Xian. Cornered by her words, Ye Xian really couldn’t deny it—saying otherwise would be like invalidating both Bo Mother’s cooking skills and her previous compliment.
Wen Yan and Bo Lishan smiled happily.
"That’s settled then."
"By the way, Yuwei, how’s your pastry doing? Need a hand?"
Ye Xian watched Luo Yuwei making flower cakes. Each piece uniquely shaped and rich in color, it reminded her of a pivotal scene from the original story.
Luo Yuwei’s Grandma had owned a pastry shop, and she had learned excellent pastry-making skills from her from a young age. Later, the ’pastry’ even played a crucial role as a love token in the book. Once, when Jiang Wanze came back to his apartment exhausted and hungry after work, Luo Yuwei brought him a box of pastries. He was deeply moved after eating them, experiencing the feel of being cared for the first time.