Chapter 335: A Whiff of Lemon Flavor So Sour

Nan Jiaojiao placed a bowl of noodles in front of him, “Eat up.”

Bo Yanching sat down, picked up his chopsticks, but didn’t know where to start.

Jiaojiao was eating with contentment.

The noodles made slithering sounds as she ate, biting in little mouthfuls, sucking up a few strands at a time.

Her face was flushed pink from the steam.

Yanching was somewhat questioning the meaning of life.

He lifted a chopstick full to his mouth.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t eat it, but it tasted strange—supposedly clear broth noodles, yet there were chili peppers and vinegar inside.

Jiaojiao took a few sips of the soup, let out a sigh of satisfaction, and glanced at the half-eaten noodles in Yanching’s bowl, “Don’t you like it?”

Just as Yanching was about to speak, she stared at him with focused eyes.

Immediately understanding, he pushed his bowl towards her to pick a few chopsticks’ worth for her.

Jiaojiao ate them, almost emptying the bowl.

He couldn’t help asking, “Is it good?”

“It’s delicious.

I made it myself, so of course it’s good.

Cooking noodles is my specialty.”

Yanching’s hand trembled slightly, realizing the girl must have never had anything truly delectable.

“In the future, don’t bother.

I’ll do it.”

“You know how?” Jiaojiao looked at him skeptically.

Unable to help but laugh and cry simultaneously, Yanching said, “I don’t, but I can learn.”

“Cooking skills can’t be rushed.

You have to start training from a young age like I did.

You’ve never tasted the hardships of life, don’t force yourself.”

Unabashed, Jiaojiao remarked, “I saw a block of tofu in the fridge.

I’ll make you tofu soup tonight.”

Yanching’s mouth twitched.

How could she be so confident?

He finished the rest of his noodles and said graciously, “It tastes good, but I’ll prepare dinner tonight, you shouldn’t tire yourself out.”

Jiaojiao pondered, “Maybe I won’t be home tonight.

Once I’m done at Chu Yao’s, I’ll call you.”

Yanching sighed in relief, “That works, too.

I’ll wait for your arrangements.”

He collected the dishes into the kitchen.

In the trash, there were several burnt eggs.

Two pots had been used: one was a flat-bottomed pan coated with a dark layer of oil—it was unclear what substance had been alchemized—while the other one held the noodle water.

Yanching poured it out and saw a scorched ring at the bottom of the pot; it looked like a poached egg that had settled and then been violently scrubbed open with a spatula.

This was the culinary skill honed since childhood?

Resignedly, Yanching rolled up his sleeves to tidy up the aftermath.

Jiaojiao came in to help him roll his sleeves higher and cut a few slices of lemon to make two cups of honey lemon tea.

Holding one herself and placing the other near him, she glanced at the watch he’d taken off and placed on the glass stand and said, “Are you leaving, going to drive yourself today?”

“Yeah, the office is close from here.”

Yanching put the washed dishes aside, shook the water off his hands, turned around, and supported Jiaojiao by the wrists, lifting her to sit on the countertop.

He braced his hands on either side of her, leaning in close, brushing against the tip of her nose.

“A good morning kiss.”

Very adeptly, Jiaojiao leaned back, tilting her head up, her eyes gently curved into a smile, “Where should we kiss?”

Yanching quirked an eyebrow, “Your choice.”

Nonchalantly, Jiaojiao pecked his forehead while offering a belated good morning, “Off you go, see you tonight.”

Yanching grasped the back of her neck, pulled her closer for a deep kiss, and finally traced a circle on her lips, reluctant to let go.

Breaking away, his breathing uneven, he chuckled muffledly, “A hint of lemon flavor, so sour.”

“Really?”

Jiaojiao took the slice of lemon used as a garnish on the rim of her glass into her mouth, pursed her lips around it, then let go before leaning up and bumping her lips against his.