Chapter 431: Chapter 431
IDC Capital is a pyramid in the financial world. When the crew got off the bus just now, Sun Ping even made a point of getting a close-up shot of the landmark that is IDC Capital.
Assistant Gao happened to come out of the elevator and saw Qiao Xi and the others approaching.
"Madam, are you here to see President Shen?"
Qiao Xi nodded and smiled, "I came to bring him lunch. Is Shen Dang busy?"
"Madam, if you go up there, President Shen won’t be busy anymore," Assistant Gao joked. "I was actually on my way to pack lunch for him, but since you’re here, I don’t need to anymore."
He knew they were filming a show, but Shen Dang hadn’t told him that Qiao Xi would come.
"Madam, I’ll take you up."
There wasn’t enough space in the elevator for everyone, so a few cameramen followed Qiao Xi, and the rest took another elevator.
When they arrived at the president’s office door, Assistant Gao knocked.
A man’s lazy and deep voice resonated.
Shen Dang was engrossed in reading documents and didn’t bother to look up to see who it was.
Qiao Xi deliberately moved silently.
Just as she was about to startle him, Shen Dang coincidentally lifted his gaze. The most update n0vels are published on Novᴇ(l)Fɪre .ɴᴇt
That eye contact greatly enhanced the atmosphere of the reality show.
Seeing her, Shen Dang immediately rose from his chair and walked around the desk towards her.
"Why didn’t you call me before you came?"
Shen Dang pulled Qiao Xi by the hand to sit on the sofa.
Qiao Xi beamed a smile, "I wanted to surprise you."
Shen Dang raised his eyebrows, "A surprise? What kind of surprise?"
Qiao Xi called out to the door, and Bei Bei immediately handed her the lunch box.
"I made you lunch." Qiao Xi placed the lunch box on the coffee table. "This is the first time I’ve officially cooked. Let’s not talk about the noodles I’ve made before; these are proper dishes. I almost got burnt by the oil, it scared me."
Qiao Xi spoke with lingering fear.
Shen Dang was truly worried she might have been burned.
She had never cooked before, and Shen Dang had hoped this part wouldn’t be included, but Qiao Xi insisted.
Because she also wanted to experience what it felt like to cook for him.
Shen Dang picked up her hands and examined them with a nervous expression, then considered rolling up her sleeves. Qiao Xi stopped him, "I was just almost burned, it’s fine. I’m good."
Shen Dang’s eyes darkened slightly, "I’m afraid of you getting hurt. Don’t go into the kitchen in the future, it’s a dangerous place, not suitable for you."
We’ll talk about the future later.
Qiao Xi fluttered her eyelids, "Then are you going to eat this lunch I’ve made with so much effort?"
"Eat, of course I’ll eat. Even if it were poison, I would swallow it," he said without any hesitation.
Sun Ping held himself back from interrupting them.
That phrase was too familiar, but seeing Sun Ping didn’t speak up, Bei Bei asked quietly, "Director Sun, can we broadcast the words ’even if it were poison’?"
Sun Ping stroked his chin, "I think what Boss Shen said fits well, what do you think?"
So, there was a double standard.
Hey, why isn’t Director Sun stepping in to stop this?
Seeing that Sun Ping didn’t call for a cut, Qiao Xi’s lips curled up in a slight smile, and she began to open the lunch box layer by layer.
Stir-fried tomato and eggs, winter melon pork ribs, cola chicken wings, plus a simple vegetable dish, there were four dishes in total.
Another thermos contained egg drop soup.
Qiao Xi had followed the tutorials as she cooked, the dishes couldn’t compare to his Tan Garden or the food at Xiaotang Mountain.
These few dishes might not satisfy his picky palate.
Shen Dang looked deeply at her, "Did you make all these?"
Qiao Xi nodded affirmatively.
Shen Dang caressed her head, his expression indescribably tender, "They look good, quite appetizing."
Looking good was already half the battle.
Qiao Xi eagerly spoke, "Then you should try."
"You haven’t eaten yet either, have you? Let’s eat together."
"Alright, first try this."
Qiao Xi served him the tomato and egg.
Qiao Xi watched him intensely, her phoenix eyes slightly open, filled with expectation, "How does it taste? Is it okay?"
She hadn’t even dared to taste the dishes she cooked.
Shen Dang nodded slightly, "Not bad."
Qiao Xi’s eyes lit up.
She also picked up a bite and put it in her mouth.
The next second, her expression suddenly twisted in pain.
Shen Dang struggled to hold back his laughter as the corners of his lips revealed a smile.
He feigned ignorance, "What’s wrong?"
"It’s so salty," Qiao Xi suppressed the urge to spit it out, swallowing it in one go. "I put too much salt. You should try the other dishes; let’s not eat this one."
"I have to eat it. We can’t waste food."
Shen Dang tasted every dish.
The cola chicken wings were too sweet; the winter melon pork ribs and the vegetables were a bit salty, the soup on the other hand was tasteless.
After he finished commenting, Qiao Xi’s previously bright eyes dimmed a bit.
She felt sorry for herself and for Shen Dang, "It all tastes bad, don’t eat it. Let’s go out to eat instead, don’t force yourself."
Qiao Xi started to put the food away.
His voice, low and seductive, nibbled at her name.
The sound made everyone present’s ears feel soft.
Even Qiao Xi halted the actions of her hands.
"This is the first time you’ve cooked for me."
He looked very serious.
Although it was arranged in the script.
It was especially meaningful to Shen Dang.
He reassured Qiao Xi in a measured tone, "At least you cooked them all properly and didn’t serve me anything raw, and it’s okay if it’s a bit salty. You know I like stronger flavors and can handle saltiness."
He indeed could handle spicy, but who would actually choose to eat something oversalted?
Qiao Xi knew her cooking wasn’t great; she had imposed upon his taste buds.
After the meal, Shen Dang drank two glasses of water.
The cameras stopped rolling.
Qiao Xi spoke privately with Sun Ping, "Director Sun, don’t write any cooking scenes in the future, it’s an injustice to Boss Shen."
Sun Ping glanced at Shen Dang, "Really? I think Boss Shen actually seemed to enjoy it."
He was blindly praising her.
Qiao Xi spent the afternoon filming at Shen Dang’s company.
When he worked, she read books.
When Shen Dang finished work early, he took Qiao Xi home.
After dinner, as the evening darkened.
They strolled back, and Shen Dang suggested finding a movie to watch.
As it was in the script, Qiao Xi naturally agreed.
Otherwise, by their usual habits, Boss Shen would have already taken her back to their room.
Qiao Xi sat beside Shen Dang, naturally lying down on his lap.
Looking down, Shen Dang’s eyes were softened by the light, he gently brushed Qiao Xi’s hair behind her ear, "Xi Bao, which movie do you want to watch?"
"There was a movie I saved a while ago on my Weibo that I’ve wanted to watch, but I forgot what it was."
Shen Dang reached for the mobile phone on the coffee table and handed it to her.
Qiao Xi illuminated the screen; the light reflected on her face, which was stunningly cool.
"Found it, ’The Last Letter from Your Lover.’"
"Let me look for it."
Shen Dang scrolled through his phone, quickly finding the movie online.
He caressed her brows and eyes gently, "Shall we watch this one then?"