Chapter 1774: Chapter 1774

Chapter 1774: 067. Thank you

Raising her hand to touch Xia Zheng’s forehead, Lin Yuan looked worried: “What’s wrong, are you sick? Why is your face so red?”

Feeling Lin Yuan’s warm little hand touching his face, Xia Zheng was enjoying it. But when he heard her mention his blushing, he immediately felt uncomfortable all over.

He covered his mouth and coughed, his eyes flickering. The usually eloquent Xia Zheng started to stutter: “N-no, it’s nothing.”

Is it really nothing?

Lin Yuan wasn’t foolish; how could she not realize if something was indeed wrong with him?

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind, and she hurriedly asked, “Oh right, you haven’t eaten anything since you left the palace! Are you hungry? That noodle just now was delicious, I’ll ask the Kitchen Lady to make another bowl for you!”

Perhaps it was because Lin Yuan was too worried, her voice involuntarily raised. Xiao Linzi, who was by the stove chatting, suddenly chuckled and gave Xia Zheng a meaningful look, saying, “What Kitchen Lady made it? That bowl of noodles, there’s no other like it in the whole world!”

Xia Zheng blushed even more, glaring at Xiao Linzi with a sharp look.

At this point, if Lin Yuan still didn’t understand, she’d be wasting her smart little head.

“This, this noodle, could it be that it’s you…”

By the end, Lin Yuan was so surprised she covered her mouth. Xia Zheng made the noodles? Xia Zheng personally made her the noodles?

Oh my gosh! Is this real?

In the place she lived before, it wasn’t shameful at all for men to cook. There were even quite a few good men who took pride in cooking for the woman they loved, considering it a supreme honor and an expression of the highest yet simplest love for their beloved.

But, in this society, it was not like that at all.

There’s a saying that gentlemen stay away from the kitchen, and although there were many male chefs in the restaurants, the noble young masters of prominent families never set foot in the kitchen.

Previously, when Lin Yuan cooked, Xia Zheng merely accompanying her had already caused quite a stir.

Who would have thought that today, Xia Zheng actually went into the kitchen and cooked.

Aside from the shock and surprise, Lin Yuan felt deeply loved and cherished by Xia Zheng. If it weren’t for the love in his heart, if it weren’t for the tenderness he felt for her, why would he go to the kitchen to cook?

Lin Yuan suddenly remembered the moment she entered the door earlier, Xiao Linshuang ran up to play with fireworks.

And how Xia Zheng quietly disappeared for a while. Now, it seemed that during that time, he was in the kitchen making noodles for her!

“Those noodles, did you really make them?”

Lin Yuan still found it hard to believe. Although Xia Zheng used to manage Fuman Building and other restaurants, she had never heard anyone say this guy had cooked before. To make such noodles on his first try, is he a genius?

Seeing Lin Yuan’s skeptical little face, Xia Zheng looked helpless. This was his first time cooking. He thought it was just a simple bowl of noodles, but he didn’t expect that in the end he still couldn’t make it perfect.

Remembering Lin Yuan’s praise, Xia Zheng blushed even more.

“Well, it’s not exactly, I didn’t do it all myself.”

Listening to Xia Zheng’s hesitant words, Lin Yuan felt both amused and exasperated. What did he mean by he didn’t do it all himself? Unless…

Lin Yuan’s eyes turned, suddenly thinking of something.

“Did you make the noodles?”

Xia Zheng pursed his lips and shook his head: “The noodles were rolled by my mother.”

Lin Yuan was speechless: “Then, what about the shredded chicken? Did you stir-fry it?”

Xia Zheng felt his throat starting to dry: “The shredded chicken, was stir-fried by my mother.” Fresh chapters posted on novel{f}ire.net

Lin Yuan couldn’t help but grit her teeth: “Then the soup, you must have at least cooked that, right?”

Xia Zheng’s face was bright red, a nervous sweat appearing on his forehead: “The soup, the soup was already in the kitchen. But, but I did heat it myself!”

Lin Yuan felt like the old blood in her chest was about to burst out, is there any technical skill required between heating the soup and cooking it? These are completely different levels!

By this time, Lin Yuan was no longer able to say anything to Xia Zheng, leaning against his shoulder in resignation, resting her head and saying, “I get it, so it seems you only did the last step, putting everything in the pot to cook, right?”

Xia Zheng gave a dry laugh, nodding, and suddenly remembered something, loudly saying: “Not only did I cook the noodles, I also chopped the green onions and cilantro!”