Gu Qichen moved over there and began eating with Xia Yangyang.
Xia Yangyang had prepared three dishes and a soup.
Green pepper beef, braised pork, stir-fried vegetables, and a bowl of yellow croaker soup.
Just a few very homestyle dishes.
But for Xia Yangyang, it was already a Herculean effort.
All these years in the United States, she had been too busy to cook.
Usually, a sandwich was her main meal.
Because Xia Ye slept for long hours and also couldnât eat food that was hard to digest,
whenever he woke up, his main meal was bone soup noodles.
Xia Ye never seemed to tire of it.
Gu Qichen had already started using his chopsticks.
Xia Yangyang inexplicably felt a bit nervous, âTry it quickly, how does it taste?â
Gu Qichen tasted each dish, then said honestly, âMinus ten points for the tough beef, minus ten points for the overly sweet braised pork, minus twenty points for the burnt taste in the vegetables, and did you forget to add wine to the yellow croaker soup? Minus ten points.â
Gu Qichen pointed out problems in every dish.
If grades were given, Xia Yangyangâs cooking would have failed.
This made Xia Yangyang quite dejected.
But it did make sense.
With Gu Qichenâs such picky taste buds coupled with his culinary skills that are on par with a professional chef,
how could her cooking compare to his?
Xia Yangyang put her chopsticks down, âLetâs just order takeout.â
But Gu Qichen started to laugh, âLetâs continue eating. He murmured, âItâs made by my wife, add one hundred points.â
When Gu Qichen said this, it came out quite naturally.
Xia Yangyang hadnât heard the word âwifeâ in many years.
Seeing Gu Qichen eat with such gusto, Xia Yangyangâs lips involuntarily curled up.
The two began to eat lunch together.
Xia Yangyang had a small appetite and finished eating after a while.
She then propped her arms on the table and watched Gu Qichen eat.
Honestly, this man was so good-looking that even his style of eating could be appreciated as art.
Gu Qichenâs demeanor while eating was very refined, slow and composed, making even these ordinary dishes seem to gain some value.
Gu Qichen glanced at Xia Yangyang, âAm I really that good-looking?â
Xia Yangyang gave a wide grin, âA feast for the eyes.â
Gu Qichen put down his dishes and chopsticks seriously. âXia Yangyang, are you flirting with me now?â
With Gu Qichenâs tone, it certainly seemed off.
Xia Yangyang quickly filled a bowl of soup for Gu Qichen and passed it to him, âHurry up and eat, it will get cold.â
Gu Qichen raised an eyebrow, âIâll let it drop for now.â
At that moment, someone knocked on the door.
Xia Yangyang rose voluntarily, âIâll answer it.â
Initially, she thought it would be Fang Zhengdong.
But surprisingly, it was Xi Zijun.
Xi Zijun seemed slightly surprised to see Xia Yangyang, âMs. Xia, you are also here.â
For Xi Zijun, Xia Yangyangâs feelings were hard to describe.
Even though Gu Qichen had explained that his marriage with Xi Zijun was only a business marriage and it has been annulled peacefully,
but a womanâs intuition told Xia Yangyang that this woman was a threat.
Moreover, she had sent her own father, Xi Jiaxin, to jail for six years, plus, a large business deal in France she had worked on was affected because of her.
Serveral things made Xia Yangyang unsure how to interact with Xi Zijun.
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Or possibly friends? That seemed even more unlikely.
Xia Yangyang smiled, âDid you come to see Ah Chen? Come in, he is having lunch.â
Xi Zijun walked in.
Saw the child on the sofa.
This happy scene of three, all of a family, was truly enviable.
Gu Qichen raised his head, âZijun? What brings you here?â
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