Chapter 119: Chapter 119

"I’m hungry." After a long silence in the room, Cen Jin suddenly touched her stomach and looked up at him with wide eyes. She appeared helpless and fragile, and even a bit pitiful, almost like she was coquettishly pleading.

Jiang Baizhou listened; his originally furrowed brows slightly relaxed and even lifted a bit, bringing a clearer outline to his somber face. There was a hint of subtle joy in his eyes, but his words were more indifferent and reproachful than gentle: "Didn’t you have lunch?"

"I did eat, but..." Cen Jin sheepishly smiled, raising her hand to touch her nose. Remembering how distracted she was earlier in the day, she had only taken a few random bites without really eating, and now that she was relaxed and her worries had dissipated, she suddenly felt hungry.

"Hmm?" Jiang Baizhou could see her guilty expression but didn’t know the details, so he let out a questioning sound.

"Can we not dwell on this? I’m hungry and want something to eat." Cen Jin decisively didn’t want to fuss over this issue anymore, pouted in dissatisfaction, and asked.

"What do you want to eat?"

"I’ll check the fridge."

Jiang Baizhou released her hand, turned, and went to the kitchen to check the fridge. He glanced at her sideways: "There are ingredients at home, but... I don’t want to experience another cooking disaster, so... let’s go out to eat."

Cen Jin was a bit embarrassed, recalling her last attempt at making tomato egg noodles, and was speechless.

When he walked back and took her hand to head outside the villa, Cen Jin glared at him: "I suspect you’re attacking me personally."

"After eating, let’s stop by the bookstore." Jiang Baizhou ignored her accusation and continued talking. When they reached the foyer, he placed her shoes in front of her, indicating with his eyes for her to put them on.

As Cen Jin changed shoes, she asked back, "What are we going to the bookstore for?"

"What kind of books?"

"Books on cookbooks."

"Jiang Baizhou, what do you mean?"

"I’ll learn it, so you don’t have to."

"One of us has to know how to cook; otherwise, living on takeout every day isn’t good."

Although not sweet talk or romantic words, his words reached her ears and made her heart race with a bit of sweetness.

After the two of them went out the door and got into the car, Cen Jin fastened her seatbelt and turned to ask: "So where are we going to eat now?"

"Then let’s go to the Moon River Restaurant on Beixiang Road!"

"Okay." Jiang Baizhou nodded in agreement, started the car, and drove towards Beixiang Road.

"Jiang Baizhou, can I ask you a question?"

"Well... last time you took me to look at houses, you mentioned having plans for marriage, and naturally, with someone you like. So, the person you were referring to is...?"

"You." Jiang Baizhou interrupted, giving her a particular glance and arching his brows as he asked, "Who else do you think I was talking about? So... when you suddenly said you wanted to go home that day, was it because...?"

"I... I didn’t think that, I genuinely wanted to eat the braised meatballs Ms. Qin made at home." Cen Jin hastily denied it, but her voice grew softer, clearly lacking confidence.

She had only eaten one of those braised meatballs that day, hardly paying attention, so much so that she couldn’t even remember the taste now.

"Don’t you realize how bad you are at lying? Every time you tell a lie, you subconsciously clasp your hands together, avoid meeting my eyes, and lick your lips." Jiang Baizhou chuckled softly, speaking in a leisurely manner based on his understanding of her.