Chapter 587: Chapter 587

Looking up, she saw the man who still had a gloomy expression on his handsome face, clearly showing an "I don’t want to talk to you" attitude. Song Qiao hesitated for a moment but still went over to him, speaking in a soft and warm voice, "Why don’t you go out and wait for a bit? I’ll do the cooking!"

Upon hearing Song Qiao’s words, the man glanced at her indifferently. Just when Song Qiao thought Lu Jingchen would leave, she heard him refuse, "No need, I can do it. You just stand here and keep me company!"

Clearly, Lu Jingchen was at odds with the task of cooking a perfect sunny-side-up egg, resolved to not give up until he achieved it today!

The implication in Lu Jingchen’s words was also very clear: she couldn’t go outside to wait; she had to stay here with him!

Moreover, this intention had already been clearly expressed earlier in the bedroom!

Pressing her lips together, Song Qiao obediently stood to one side, watching the man with a somber face as he added oil to the pan, then cracked the eggs.

Unable to hold back, Song Qiao spoke up, "There’s no need for such high heat when frying sunny-side-up eggs!"

Lu Jingchen paused in his actions, clearly contemplating Song Qiao’s words, but after just ten seconds or so, he slightly lowered the heat.

The kitchen space was quite large, with enough room for four or five people to move around and work without issue.

Before she knew it, Song Qiao was already beside Lu Jingchen, instructing him on how to fry the egg to perfection, how much salt to add, and how to flip it over.

Lu Jingchen said nothing, but still followed Song Qiao’s instructions.

Even with Song Qiao guiding him, while the egg looked good, Lu Jingchen was still not satisfied. Another egg that looked presentable and tasted good according to Song Qiao, who sneakily tried a bit, was thrown by Lu Jingchen into the trash can, causing Song Qiao much distress!

Striving for perfection on his first try at frying an egg, Song Qiao felt there was no one else like him in this world. Seeing the situation in the trash can, it was clear that at least twenty eggs had been wasted!

Indeed... the world of the wealthy was beyond comprehension, and Lu Jingchen’s world was even more unfathomable! ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚫𝙣𝙚𝙩

It wasn’t until about fifteen minutes later, when Song Qiao was nearly faint from hunger, that Lu Jingchen finally looked at the few beautifully fried eggs on his plate with satisfaction. He picked up a small piece with his chopsticks and presented it to Song Qiao. In a clearly better mood, he said, "Here, try this and see how it tastes!"

Starving as she was, Song Qiao couldn’t refuse the food brought to her lips. She opened her mouth and ate it. The taste was indeed delicious; even such a simple sunny-side-up egg tasted absolutely amazing!

Giving a thumbs up, Song Qiao nodded, "Delicious!"

Only then did Lu Jingchen nod in satisfaction, setting the egg aside. He looked at Song Qiao, whose eyes were practically glued to the eggs, and spoke calmly, "Wait a bit longer, I’ll make you some Italian pasta, then breakfast will be ready!"

At this very moment, Song Qiao wished she could gobble up those eggs as her hunger was almost unbearable!

Hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, she paused for a moment before asking, "Do you know how to make Italian pasta?"

Lu Jingchen ignored her, turning to take the pasta out of the cupboard, then instructed Song Qiao to wash the tomatoes and garlic for the sauce.

Song Qiao looked longingly at the eggs set aside; she really wanted to eat them!

But still very obediently, she turned and went to the refrigerator, took out the tomatoes, onions, and garlic.

There’s a saying on the internet: "Men and women working together makes the work less tiring!"

By the time Song Qiao had finished cutting the ingredients and set them aside, Lu Jingchen had already added butter into the pan and naturally took the ingredients Song Qiao had prepared to start frying them. He added minced meat... With skilled movements and the correct sequence of making Italian pasta, there soon appeared two servings of aesthetically pleasing and fragrant Italian dishes in front of a flabbergasted Song Qiao.

"Bring them out!" After washing his hands, Lu Jingchen saw Song Qiao still standing there, raised his eyebrows, and said, "What’s the matter? Not hungry?"

Song Qiao immediately snapped back to reality, shook her head, and then carried the Italian pasta out of the kitchen!

Lu Jingchen obviously noticed Song Qiao’s earlier astonished look and couldn’t help but chuckle. He didn’t bother to clean up the kitchen, for there was a maid who came to clean every day; he didn’t need to do it himself.

Picking up the sunny-side-up eggs from the kitchen counter, he also left the kitchen. Just as he entered the dining room, he saw Song Qiao staring eagerly at the Italian pasta in front of her, sitting properly and waiting for him to join her for the meal.

Sitting directly opposite her, Lu Jingchen handed her the knife and fork with a gentle voice, "Aren’t you hungry? Go ahead and eat!"

Song Qiao replied with an "Oh" and started eating. From watching Lu Jingchen cook, she could tell that the Italian pasta must taste excellent. To her surprise, when she actually tasted it, she realized it was not just good—it was delicious!

If she hadn’t seen Lu Jingchen cooking with her own eyes, she would have doubted whether it was really his work!

"Lu Jingchen, do you actually know how to cook?" Song Qiao couldn’t help herself. Halfway through her meal, she looked up at Lu Jingchen and bluntly asked the question that had been on her mind all along.

How could someone who knows how to cook not make a sunny-side-up egg? Yet, a man who couldn’t fry an egg properly made such delicious Italian pasta?

Lu Jingchen remained unfazed, his every action exuding an air of contemptuous elegance, "I only know how to make Italian pasta!"