He rolled his thick tongue and gave her a gentle smile, speaking in not-so-fluent Chinese:
"Miss Lin, rest assured about my cooking, it will surely satisfy you greatly. However, you are really too thin, you should eat more to become even more beautiful. Since you don’t want to choose a dish, how about I pick a few for you?"
Lin Xinlan looked at him again.
He had a pair of light brown eyes; though he appeared to be over forty, his eyes were bright and good-looking.
Moreover, they gleamed with an ambiguous light.
Lin Xinlan felt a trace of doubt in her heart.
He smiled again: "Miss Lin, I once had a delicious fried rice at a restaurant in China, if you don’t mind, I can make it for you, perhaps you would like it."
"What kind of fried rice?" Lin Xinlan asked subconsciously.
Lin Xinlan shuddered, a flicker of astonishment crossing her eyes.
"What is your name?" she asked quietly, suppressing the turmoil in her heart.
"You can call me George." His smile was still gentle, but she could see a mysteriously familiar glint in his eyes.
Lin Xinlan’s eyes reddened slightly, she nodded with a smile, "George, I would like the beef fried rice, please."
"No problem, I guarantee you will like it very much!" George looked excited, happily going off to make the fried rice for her.
His tall figure receded, and with just one glance, Lin Xinlan’s heartbeat uncontrollably quickened.
She lowered her eyes, subtly concealing the tumultuous emotions within them.
The fried rice was quickly prepared, and with one bite, Lin Xinlan tasted the familiar, fragrant flavors.
She dared not look into George’s eyes, afraid she would lose control of her emotions.
"Miss Lin, how do you find the taste?" George asked with a smile, his voice tinged with caution.
"...Very delicious, the flavor... is very special..."
"That’s wonderful, I am honored that you like the food I made!" George let out a sigh of relief, saying happily.
Lin Xinlan couldn’t resist glancing at him, their gazes met, and both hearts skipped a beat, rippling through layers of emotion.
George’s expressive eyes stared at her unwaveringly, he smiled softly and said in a gentle voice, "Miss Lin, you are too slim, you must eat more."
"...I will, thank you for your concern," Lin Xinlan said, quickly lowering her head, almost on the verge of tears.
George left, and she ate the beef fried rice slowly by herself.
She didn’t want to finish it, but she also couldn’t bear to put down the spoon.
She ate every mouthful with care.
In the end, she finished the entire plate of beef fried rice.
When Qiao Yiyang returned, a servant immediately reported everything that had happened that day.
He knocked on Lin Xinlan’s door, and her faint voice came from inside: "The door is not locked."
Without asking, she knew who it was.
The man pushed the door and entered, walking up to her.
Lin Xinlan was sitting on the couch reading a book, she looked up at him, then shifted her gaze back to the book.
"Xinlan, I heard you ate a lot today, didn’t you?" he sat down beside her and asked with a smile.
This was the first time that Lin Xinlan had a good appetite since she came here.
Why had her appetite improved?
Qiao Yiyang suppressed the excitement in his heart, not daring to ponder too deeply.
"Mmm, today’s food was not bad." Lin Xinlan said flatly, her eyes still on the book.
Qiao Yiyang was dissatisfied, was his charm really less than that of a book?