Shen Xi did not go overboard with her questions and changed the topic. She happily shared with Li Yuan about receiving an invitation to participate in the China Film Festival next month.
Kun Lun and his people had the table set and ready.
Shen Xi was fascinated as she saw a patch of grass rose to act as a table. It finally settled by the wall, stopping steadily and precisely in front of her.
Kun Lun looked at her and said, “Ms. Shen, please press the button on your left.”
Shen Xi pressed on a raised spot beside her. The surface of the table opened to reveal another table. On top of the table was a pot that was steaming. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Coconut chicken soup!”
Kun Lun smiled. “Please enjoy your meal, and feel free to call me if you require anything.”
He retreated after he finished talking.
Shen Xi could not hold back her laughter as she watched Kun Lun act like a real waiter. “Brother, this is too formal!”
Li Yuan looked at her. “You don’t like it?”
Shen Xi shook her head. She was overcome with joy. As she smiled, her eyes arched into curves. “I like it. I absolutely like it.”
Li Yuan smiled gently. “That’s good then.”
He was certain that she would like it, but hearing it from her personally made his heart soft, as if floating among the clouds.
Shen Xi looked at the pot of coconut chicken soup and the plates of side dishes beside it. They all seemed appetizing. She lifted her chopsticks. “I won’t hold myself back.”
Li Yuan smiled. “Go ahead.”
Shen Xi took the first bite. She could not be more surprised. The chicken was so tender that it melted in her mouth, and it left a lingering fragrance. The texture was great.
Li Yuan held his chopsticks and picked up a piece of chicken. He put the chicken on the plate in front of him, but he did not eat it. He looked at the young lady. “How does it taste?”
Shen Xi was busy eating and did not look at him. She slurred, “It’s delicious!”
Traces of disappointment flashed across Li Yuan’s eyes. He would not have cooked the food so deliciously if only he knew that this foodie just cared about eating. She did not even spare him a glance.
Shen Xi was not only a foodie, but she was also petty and held grudges. She clearly felt the change in Li Yuan’s mood, yet she continued eating happily.
Li Yuan ate absent-mindedly. Every time the young lady spoke, he would smile and look at her in anticipation.
Who knew the young lady only praised that the chicken was fresh and tender, the mushroom was delicious, the water chestnut was sweet and crunchy, and the tofu melted in her mouth. She complimented all the main dishes and side dishes, including the clay pot rice, but she never once asked who made them.
Kun Lun stood nearby, holding the soup. He waited for instructions to refill the soup in their pot. He saw his boss’s darkening expression at the opposite side and held back his laughter.
Ms. Shen was a smooth talker. She complimented all the dishes, but she would not ask the important questions. His boss had looked forward to hearing the sentence he wanted to listen to the most for a long time already.
Kun Lun felt that Ms. Shen did this on purpose. She was just openly getting revenge from the last time where the boss had left her hanging. He did not imagine that this day would come for his big boss.
Ms. Shen did not know how much effort his boss had put in for the meal.
The ingredients were flown in from Ocean City. They were the freshest and of top-class quality.
His boss hired a chef from Ocean City who was famous for making the best coconut chicken soup to teach him personally as well.
Li Yuan, who never entered the kitchen before, had slightly better cooking skills than Shen Xi. The kitchen did not explode, but he used up a truckload of coconuts and hundreds of chickens.
He was worried that Shen Xi would find out through the loud noise and strong smell, so he did not practice here but went to the old house at Li Mansion. He spent a week’s effort and finally obtained the chef’s recognition for making a decent coconut chicken soup.