Listening to her slightly spirited words, a hint of light appeared in his originally dark and unclear eyes.
She had just put her bag down when the black slim phone on the coffee table rang with a pleasant tone. Jiang Baizhou glanced indifferently, picked up the phone, and stood up: "I’m going to get the takeaway."
"Okay." Cen Jin nodded, took her phone out of the bag again and plugged in the charger, then leaned over to pick up the remote and switched the channel from finance.
She had endured it for a long time.
From noon until now, as long as he was at home, the TV was either on the news or the finance channel.
About two minutes later, Jiang Baizhou came in carrying two takeaways, placed them on the coffee table, and returned to his original seat: "Let’s eat!"
Cen Jin smiled and raised an eyebrow, tossed the remote aside, eagerly opened the bag, and the aroma of the food hit her, making her already starving stomach feel even more obvious. She picked it up directly, glanced at him: "I’ll start eating first."
Jiang Baizhou said nothing, leisurely opened the other bag, glanced at Cen Jin who was happily eating with her head down: "What do you want to drink?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Baizhou put down his chopsticks, got up, and walked to the kitchen, fetched a bottle of juice for her, and even thoughtfully opened the cap before handing it to her.
Cen Jin gave him a serene smile, took the juice and took a sip, asked: "Where did you order this from? It seems a bit different from the traditional taste!"
"The one on Fanxing Road."
"No wonder, although the taste isn’t as authentic as the traditional ones, it’s still quite good."
After they finished the takeaway, Cen Jin took the initiative to tidy up the two takeaway bags and also cleaned up the mess she had just made in the kitchen, while Jiang Baizhou sat like a sculpture on the living room sofa, tuned the TV back to the news channel, and started watching.
Looking at the chaotic kitchen scene, Cen Jin didn’t have the nerve to ask Jiang Baizhou for help.
By the time she finished cleaning, night had fully fallen. Cen Jin walked to the living room, glanced at the TV, shot him a slightly disdainful look, and coughed lightly twice: "I’ve cleaned the kitchen. I won’t take care of the trash; you throw it out. I’ll head back now."
Hearing his faint monosyllable, Cen Jin unplugged her phone charger, picked up her bag, and left Jiang Baizhou’s villa.
Early the next morning, Cen Jin was forcibly woken up by Ms. Qin and dragged to help at the bakery, under the morning sun. The reason being, a young lady at the shop had taken leave for personal reasons, and it was the weekend, the store was holding an event, the customer flow was huge, and they simply couldn’t cope.
Around two in the afternoon, Jiang Baizhou called, and Cen Jin snatched a moment of leisure to take the call next to her. As soon as she put the phone to her ear, she heard Jiang Baizhou’s reproachful low tone: "Didn’t see the message?"
"I’m at Ms. Qin’s bakery helping out!" Upon finishing, Cen Jin suddenly had a flash of wit, showing a sly smile: "Where are you now? At home?"
"Hmm." Jiang Baizhou replied lightly, a hint of deep thought in his eyes, seemingly seeing through her intentions.
"Then why not come over? The shop is holding an event and it’s quite busy; could you help out?" Cen Jin said with a cheerful smile, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness.
Jiang Baizhou was obviously very receptive to Cen Jin’s tone but definitely wouldn’t show it easily. He shifted his gaze slightly, speaking with a mix of pride and affection: "Since you’re busy, I’ll come over."