Wen Nuan grabbed a few dishes with Tan Qing, picked up a small yellow croaker to eat, and couldn’t help but squint her eyes, "Mmm, this is really good, more satisfying than eating at a big restaurant. You seem quite familiar with the owner, could you ask the chef to teach me how to make it?"
Sister Ping mentioned that Leng Yan likes eating fish. She couldn’t help but imagine if he’d smile when eating the small yellow croaker she cooked as a novice?
Thinking about it, she couldn’t help but smile joyfully. It seemed as if she could see Leng Yan smiling and praising her.
"What are you daydreaming about, grinning like a fool."
Tan Qing extended her arm and knocked on her head playfully, teasing, "You don’t want to get their secret recipe, do you? Let me tell you, don’t even think about it; this is a private kitchen, the recipes are not shared."
"Ouch~" she exaggeratedly inhaled a breath to disguise her momentary distraction, feeling a sour sensation at the tip of her nose.
She really shouldn’t have asked, even if she learned the recipe, so what, he wouldn’t even eat it.
Since that day when Leng Yan sent off Leng Ye and Uncle Chen, he hasn’t been home...
"Waiter, the check please."
While Tan Qing was on the phone, Wen Nuan walked to the counter.
"Hello, the gentleman just now has already settled your bill," the waiter smiled politely, pointing to Tan Qing.
Following her gesture, Wen Nuan looked over to see Tan Qing, who was still on the phone, smiling at her.
"I said I’d treat you."
Wen Nuan’s pretty eyebrows furrowed slightly as she pulled out money from her wallet and handed it to him after Tan Qing hung up the phone.
"Oh my, Nuannuan, are you cursing me?"
Tan Qing exaggerated, staying far away from the bills.
"It was agreed, I’m treating you."
Wen Nuan stubbornly said, "You helped me, so it’s only right that I treat you. Also, we agreed, two meals, this is the first one."
"I said two meals, but I didn’t say who would treat," Tan Qing’s narrow eyes revealed a hint of cunningness as he took her hand to help her up, "Let’s go, I’ll take you home."
"No need, I can get home myself."
Wen Nuan instinctively withdrew her hand.
"Are you that cautious of me?" Tan Qing was slightly stunned, then laughed sheepishly, "You don’t think I want to take advantage of you, do you? I’m offering to take you home for your own safety."
"Don’t worry, no one dares to mess with me." Wen Nuan struck a Taekwondo pose, boasting triumphantly, "I’m a Black Belt in Taekwondo, anyone who tries is doomed."
"Are you really that tough?"
Tan Qing chuckled softly, his gaze revealing something even he didn’t expect.
Appreciation or... perhaps admiration would be more accurate.
"By the way, Tan Qing, where’s Joe? You mentioned he would design for MT, but my mentor said she doesn’t know anything about it."
"He hasn’t surfaced yet, but I’ll introduce him to you." Tan Qing seemed reluctant to discuss the matter, noticing the disappointment forming on Wen Nuan’s face. He reached out with slight affection and rubbed her hair, "You know Ji Wei?"
"Of course, the Queen of Heaven, a sensation across half the sky. Why?"
Wen Nuan looked at Tan Qing in puzzlement, mischievously smiling, "Don’t tell me, you’re Ji Wei’s fan."
"Me?" Tan Qing pouted, seemingly intolerant, "I see myself as an idol, how could I be someone else’s fan?" He chuckled, "She prefers Lin Xue’s designs, so in a few days, you’ll assist Lin Xue in designing a few evening dresses for her to attend an event."