Mr. Ji, stop spoiling me, your wife is on the hot search again

Xia Qingqian didn't have time to appreciate the beautiful scenery outside the window. After changing her shoes, she quickly sorted out all the ingredients and took them into the kitchen. The kitchen was very clean, and all kinds of tools and condiments were complete, and you could see the traces of frequent cooking.

Xia Qingqian thought it was impossible for Ji Fengfan to cook by himself, and she guessed that someone else had come to cook for him. She didn't think about it, put on her apron, and started to prepare the ingredients.

She usually has a stronger taste for spicy food, but the people in Jiangcheng prefer lighter tastes. She saw that Ji Fengfan didn't look like he could handle spicy food, so she planned to cook according to Jiangcheng's taste.

About an hour later, Ji Fengfan opened the door of the study and walked out. As soon as he opened the door, he smelled the strong aroma of chicken soup, which felt familiar. His mother also liked to make soup, all kinds of soup, and there would be soup on their dining table every day.

He walked to the kitchen door and saw Xia Qingqian, wearing an apron, pouring soup with her back to him through the glass sliding door. Her long wavy hair was tied up and casually tucked behind her head. The apron was brought by the cook herself and left in the kitchen. It had a very rustic pattern, but it didn't look out of place on her.

Ji Fengfan was a little stunned. At that moment, he seemed to be back in his childhood, coming home from school and seeing his mother cooking in the kitchen. It was a calming feeling.

Xia Qingqian turned around with the soup in her hand and was startled to see Ji Fengfan standing there. She almost dropped the bowl of soup in her hand.

I couldn't help but complain in my mind, "How come this person walks without making any sound? I don't know when he stood there. It's so scary."

She walked over with the soup and found that Ji Fengfan seemed to be... in a daze.

She called softly, "Mr. Ji?"

Ji Fengfan came back to his senses and coughed lightly, "Well, can we eat now?" Xia Qingqian thought he was hungry, and said hurriedly, "Okay, wait for me to bring out all the dishes." She didn't notice that a slight blush appeared behind Ji Fengfan's ears when he spoke.

At the dinner table, the two of them sat face to face. Xia Qingqian prepared three dishes and a soup in total and placed them in front of them.

There were four dishes, and they looked ordinary. Xia Qingqian hurriedly handed over the bowl and chopsticks, "Boss Ji, please try it."

Ji Fengfan looked at Xia Qingqian meaningfully, took the bowl and chopsticks, picked up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly. Xia Qingqian looked at him with shining eyes, her face full of expectation, "How is it?"

Ji Fengfan ate slowly, his movements were gentle and his manners were elegant. Xia Qingqian had never seen anyone eat so quietly without making any sound.

Xia Qingqian stared at him, and waited for him to chew a few times and swallow the beef before she said two words to him, "Average."

The smile on Xia Qingqian's face froze. She picked up the blanched Chinese cabbage and put it in Ji Fengfan's bowl. "Here, try it." Ji Fengfan looked down at the Chinese cabbage in the bowl, picked it up and put it in his mouth, chewing it slowly. When he looked up, he met Xia Qingqian's expectant eyes.

"Mr. Ji, how is it? I cook this dish often and it will definitely not be bad." Xia Qingqian was confident in the blanched Chinese cabbage she cooked. Her father liked it very much.

Ji Fengfan commented lightly, "Too light."

"Ah, no... No way..." Xia Qingqian picked up a piece and put it in her mouth, talking to herself while eating, "It seems a little bland, I should put more soy sauce..." Seeing Ji Fengfan's unpleasant look, she quickly pushed the fried shrimp in front of him, "Mr. Ji, this must be to your taste."

She made the fried shrimp according to the online tutorial, using Jiang Cheng's cooking method, so there was no way it could go wrong. Xia Qingqian watched Ji Fengfan pick up a shrimp and put it into his mouth, her mouth splitting into a smile.

Ji Fengfan ate a shrimp and frowned slightly.

Xia Qingqian's heart skipped a beat, "...What's wrong?" She picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. It was just right, the saltiness was just right, the shrimp shells were fried crispy, and the shrimp meat was well-seasoned. It tasted exactly the same as what she had eaten in the store. She was impressed by her own cooking skills and thought to herself that she would cook a plate for her parents next time she went back.

"Boss Ji, this shrimp is delicious."

Ji Fengfan put down his chopsticks, looked at her, and uttered a few words from his thin lips, instantly destroying all of Xia Qingqian's enthusiasm and confidence, "Don't put sugar next time, I don't like it so sweet."

"Oh." Xia Qingqian was like a deflated ball. The expectation she had just had disappeared. She leaned back in her chair weakly. She didn't want to serve the last dish of chicken soup to Ji Fengfan. She was afraid that her cooking skills were not worth the one million.

Ji Fengfan looked at her listless appearance, served himself a bowl of chicken soup and began to taste it. Xia Qingqian didn't even notice that he quickly finished the bowl of soup, then stood up and walked into the kitchen to serve two bowls of rice and brought out one of them, placing it in front of Xia Qingqian.

Xia Qingqian didn't react. She just looked up at him blankly with a confused look on her face.

Ji Fengfan walked back to his chair and sat down. He picked up his chopsticks and prepared to start eating. Before he started eating, he said, "The chicken soup is good. Let's eat."

Xia Qingqian instantly perked up, quickly sat up straight, and grinned, "That's good, that's good." Finally, there was a dish that suited her taste.

Ji Fengfan raised his head and looked at her, somewhat confused. Xia Qingqian smiled and asked him, "Boss Ji, you said... cooking for you for a month will offset the one million, so... it still counts, right?"

Xia Qingqian was really worried that Ji Fengfan would regret his decision after tasting her cooking.

"Of course." Ji Fengfan replied to her, his tone somewhat displeased with her questioning.

"A gentleman's word is as good as gold. You can't go back on your word." Xia Qingqian said.

Ji Fengfan curled his lips, smiled faintly, and said, "I'm not a gentleman." He looked at Xia Qingqian's suddenly changed face, feeling happy, "But I keep my word."

Xia Qingqian was about to start cursing in her heart. Couldn't this person finish speaking in one go? She almost couldn't catch her breath.

Ji Fengfan kept a slightly raised expression on his lips, looked at Xia Qingqian's facial expression which kept changing, held back his laughter, then lowered his head and continued eating.

The dishes she cooked were indeed not very good, but...the quality was very similar to that of her mother, and it was like tasting the taste of "home", which was the time before he returned to Ji's house.

He didn't tell Xia Qingqian that his mother used to make fried shrimp with the same flavor, with a little sweetness. Because his father liked this flavor, this dish often appeared on their family's dinner table.

After that, he never ate it again.