Chapter 65: Chapter 51: Stunning_3 Chapter 65: Chapter 51: Stunning_3 At this moment, the mansion was brightly lit, with splendid and colorful murals spread across the entire hall, and court-style, luxurious furniture glittered with gold under the lights.
“Young Madam, the bath is ready; you can go take a bath now,” a servant approached.
“Okay.” It was indeed a bit cold outside; a bath would certainly warm me up.
Shu Wan went upstairs, and the servant stepped forward to ask Fu Siyu, “Young Master, would you like to take a bath?”
“No need.” Fu Siyu took off his suit jacket, the right shoulder covered with beads of rain.
After all, the umbrella that had protected Shu Wan had been completely tilted over to her side.
Upstairs, Shu Wan intended to just wash up simply, but after enduring more than ten hours on the plane, the moment she stepped into the bathtub, she was so comfortable that she didn’t want to get out.
She told the servants not to wait for her for dinner, then leisurely soaked in the bathtub until almost every pore in her body had absorbed the warmth, before she finally stood up, changed clothes, and went downstairs.
She wore a simple and loose white top with a pair of gray casual pants, her long hair cascading down her back.
The simple combination of black, white, and gray exuded the most heart-stirring beauty.
Downstairs, Fu Siyu was typing on a computer.
He had taken off his suit and was wearing only a white shirt, meticulously buttoned from the collar to the cuffs, his back straight and firm as a pine.
Hearing Shu Wan’s footsteps as she came downstairs, Fu Siyu looked up, his gaze paused for a moment before he spoke, “You’re done.”
“Yeah.” The bath was great, and now I was utterly hungry.
Shu Wan walked toward the dining table, “You’ve eaten already, right?”
“Not yet.” Fu Siyu closed his computer and stood up to follow Shu Wan, “I was waiting for you.”
“I told the servants not to wait for me, didn’t I?” Shu Wan turned her head back in surprise.
“You’ve traveled from afar as a guest.
It’s not in line with my principles to leave a guest to dine alone.”
“Okay.” Shu Wan sat down by the dining table, “Then let’s eat together.”
As Fu Siyu had mentioned, the servants had prepared an extremely lavish lunch.
There was not only Chinese food but also various Western dishes.
The first thing that caught Shu Wan’s eye was the steak that looked like it was still oozing blood.
In the memories of the original host, there was no concept of these things; Shu Wan only knew that the sight of this steak subconsciously brought a sense of panic and fear to her mind.
Shu Wan forcefully suppressed this inexplicable emotion.
She instinctively prepared to pick up the steak with chopsticks.
But almost instantly, Shu Wan put down her slightly raised hand.
Since I’m in a foreign country, where eating habits and architectural styles are completely different from home, it’s safe to assume there are significant differences in dining etiquette too.
Shu Wan decided to observe and see how Fu Siyu would eat.
Fu Siyu had actually picked up chopsticks already, but for some reason, he suddenly put them down and instead picked up a knife and fork, cut a piece of steak from the plate in front of him, dipped it in some sauce on the side, then placed it on Shu Wan’s plate, “Try it, and if you’re not used to it, you can spit it out.”
Shu Wan picked up the knife and fork without a trace of emotion, mirroring Fu Siyu’s motions as she put the steak in her mouth.
At first, it felt a bit unusual, but the steak was tender due to its good quality and skillful cooking; it wasn’t gamey at all.
Shu Wan nodded in affirmation, “It’s quite delicious.”
After that, Shu Wan took out her phone, “Do you mind if I take a photo?”
“Not at all,” said Fu Siyu as he added a small piece of seared sashimi to Shu Wan’s bowl, “Phones can adjust filters; you can use a food filter to make the pictures look better.”
“Okay.” Shu Wan tried it according to Fu Siyu’s suggestion, and indeed, the photos came out much more appealing.
She looked up, the sparkle of myriad stars in her eyes, “You know so much.”
In his life, Fu Siyu had received too many compliments, but none were as simple as Shu Wan’s words, nor did any of them bring him such a deep sense of satisfaction.
Fu Siyu’s gaze flickered slightly, and instead of being modest, he simply accepted the praise, “So, if there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask me.”
“Okay.” Having taken the photo, Shu Wan put down her phone and began to taste the local delicacies.
To be fair, Shu Wan still preferred the cuisine from her own country, but the foreign dishes were novel, and she ended up eating mostly Western food for this meal.
After dinner, the rain outside had not stopped.
Shu Wan initially wanted to go out for a walk, but seeing the drizzling rain, she ended up saying nothing at all.
However, Fu Siyu saw through her thoughts, “Dress warmly; I’ll take you for a stroll around the neighborhood.
Bruce in the rain has its own unique scenery.”