Chapter 389: Chapter 389 - 383: I Don’t Mind Leaving the Door Open for You

Shi Su tidied up the things she bought and placed the vegetables that needed washing on the cabinet.

It had been a long time since she cooked, and for a moment she didn’t know what to do. The ingredients she bought weren’t actually much because Shi Mianmian, besides liking the food children like, also loved potatoes, carrots, and eggs, so she habitually bought quite a lot of these.

She sliced the carrots into thin strips, intending to make a light, oil-free, but delicious cold side dish she learned from Mrs. Qin, then turned to wash and peel the potatoes.

While peeling, she accidentally knocked a potato to the ground as she turned around.

Shi Su was in the middle of peeling and couldn’t squat down to pick it up in time, but then she noticed that Jing Jihan somehow had come out of the study and was there.

The man saw the potato roll to his feet, bent down to pick it up, and Shi Su noticed him grimace slightly in pain for a moment, almost losing his balance. He quietly straightened up, placing the potato back in its original place near her hand.

"You’ve been busy all day; dinner can be simple." He glanced at the ingredients she had prepared, then looked at the eggs nearby: "Noodles would work too."

Following his gaze, Shi Su looked at the eggs.

She remembered how he used to be especially fond of the simple egg-braised noodles she made for him.

She didn’t say much, just picked up another potato to continue peeling and remarked, "Just two simple dishes, not very complicated. If I wasn’t here, it wouldn’t matter, but since I am here, although not very willingly... I can’t be too careless."

Jing Jihan glanced at her with a faint smile: "How unwilling are you?"

Shi Su peeled the potato skin with force and kept talking without a pause: "I’ve been so busy these two years that I rarely do these things at home anymore. It’s not an exaggeration to say I’m a big star whose hands never touch household chores, and now here I am making dinner for you. I even worry if a paparazzo caught me at the supermarket today, they’ll make up some story."

After speaking, she turned around holding the potato, not realizing that Jing Jihan had quietly moved to stand right behind her.

She almost bumped into his chin, quickly stepping back, only to hear him say over her head: "Fabricated stories are fictitious. What does it mean to make up false stories about yourself?"

"..."

The next moment, Shi Su turned to wash the freshly peeled potatoes, pretending she hadn’t heard.

The man didn’t ask anything more, just standing there calmly observing her every move.

Like a...

Supervisor.

Shi Su couldn’t take it anymore and glared at him: "I’m not poisoning the food. Do you really need to stand here watching me cook?"

The next moment, the man casually picked up a new bag of white sugar she had just opened by her side and asked, "What did you buy?"

"Seasonings, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, etc. Your house has nothing, I can’t just cook air."

"And this is?"

"Salt."

The man said nothing more, just glanced at the so-called cold dish on the side that she had seasoned with "salt" with a faint smile.

Shi Su noticed something strange, suddenly snatching the bag from him, and upon reading the label: "..."

She quickly placed the white sugar aside, cleared her throat, and said: "Well, what I meant to say was, I just learned a new recipe, it’s... sugar, sugar-coated carrots..."

"So, will there also be sugar-coated potatoes later? Is tonight’s theme a full sugar feast?"

"..."

"You won’t starve to death! Aren’t you busy in the study? I’m not disrupting your work, so don’t disrupt my cooking!" Shi Su hadn’t realized how distracted she was to make such an inexplicable mistake. Her face felt like it was burning with embarrassment, and in her frustration, she pushed him forcefully: "Go out, get out!"

The man’s face instantly turned white, his muscles tensed for a moment, and Shi Su quickly withdrew her hand, realizing how hard she had pushed him.

It had only been three days since the incident at Zijin Flower Hotel, and his wounds hadn’t fully healed, prone to bleeding again at any time. Moreover, he had just flown back from Hong Kong without proper rest.

Even an iron body like Jing Jihan couldn’t bear such weariness.

Let alone her temper flaring and acting so rough.

Shi Su knew she had gone too far but didn’t apologize, only retracting her hand. After clearing her throat, she said: "I’ll go buy some salt."

With that, she quickly slipped away beside him, putting on her hat and mask again, hurriedly heading downstairs.

After buying salt from the nearest convenience store downstairs, she returned to see Jing Jihan seemingly on his way to the bathroom. She instinctively asked: "Need my help?"

The man turned to look at her, his dark, ink-colored eyes bearing an indifferent yet lazy demeanor, yet in those eyes seemed to lurk a whirlpool of sorts, mysterious and uniquely captivating, making Shi Su instinctively want to turn away.

Just like the day of the incident when Jing Jihan protected her, the gaze he had on her.

Jing Jihan didn’t respond, entering the bathroom, noticing her gaze following him.

Originally, Shi Su was worried about hurting his wound when she pushed him earlier and wondered if he needed help in the bathroom, but at that moment, the man looked at her again: "If you want to watch, just say so. I don’t mind leaving the door open for you."

With that, he actually didn’t close the door as he entered.

"Who wants to watch? Only a ghost would want to watch. I’m not a peeping tom!" Shi Su twitched her lips and swiftly shut the door for him, turning to remind herself not to get angry, to smile, to remember to smile.

Just as she was about to return to the kitchen, she heard the man seemingly chuckle inside.

Shi Su immediately sped back to the kitchen, taking the newly bought salt with her.

Seriously, how could she mistakenly take sugar for salt in such a low-level error? Was she experiencing early dementia or what?

The carrots she made earlier should be inedible now, and since she hadn’t bought much, Shi Su decided to make the egg braised noodles Mr. Jing mentioned earlier, making herself a portion too, since she hadn’t eaten much on the plane at noon and was now quite hungry.

Jing Jihan was in Hong Kong for the past couple of days, and the anesthetic had long worn off, though his wounds were not large, they were quite deep. He had two fevers at the hospital, and although he seemed okay, his appetite hadn’t been great, eating only to maintain his strength.

Today, however, he seemed to have a rare decent appetite.