“Looking good.” Rongshu turned back to the man pressed against the side of her head.
“Really?” The man also looked at her sideways.
Rongshu nodded, “Really, although the presentation is not yet good, the colour of the dish still looks okay, as a beginner, it deserves encouragement.”
Saying that, she gave a thumbs up to the man.
Originally, she thought that even though he had learnt how to cook, the dishes he made must not be good either.
But now she found out that she was wrong.
Although she hadn’t eaten it yet and didn’t know the taste, smelling the aroma and looking at the colour, she could tell that the taste was definitely not bad, if not top notch.
Looking at Rong Shu’s awe at herself, the corners of Fu Jingting’s mouth hooked up.
He then let go of her waist and pulled aside a chair, then took her hand and pushed her down to sit on the chair, picking up a pair of chopsticks and shoving them into her hands, urging, “Taste it and see how it tastes.”
“Fine.” Rongshu smiled and said back.
She was indeed curious about the taste of these dishes he had made.
Rongshu straightened her chopsticks and then looked at the dishes in front of her, seemingly torn as to which one she should eat first.
But fortunately, she was not one to be particularly torn, so she quickly made up her mind and went for the dish closest to her.
Fu Jingting had made a total of three dishes: scrambled eggs with tomatoes, shredded pork with green peppers and fish-scented aubergine.
These were all ordinary, home-cooked dishes that would never make it to the Fu family table.
After all, the Fu family chefs, who were all Michelin chefs, were not good at traditional Chinese food, and she reckoned that none of these dishes had been seen by Fu Jingting before.
After all, when a*sistant Zhang usually ordered meals for him, he wouldn’t order these either, but mostly the hotel’s premium meals.
So when she saw that he was cooking these ordinary dishes, she was very surprised.
But when she thought about it, every chef who is new to cooking basically starts with these most common home-cooked dishes, she put her surprise away again.
Rongshu picked up the scrambled eggs with tomatoes in front of her, and slowly put the red tomatoes and yellow egg blossoms into her mouth under Fu Jingting’s gaze.
“Well?” Fu Jingting inquired immediately as he pulled away the chair next to her and sat down beside her.
Rongshu didn’t answer him, as she was still chewing and couldn’t speak well.
Only after she had chewed and swallowed a few times did she then turn her head to look at the man.
Although the man’s expression was still as cold and aloof as usual, if one looked closely, one could still see that the man was a little nervous at the moment.
Was he nervous that her answer would be unpalatable later?
Thinking that there was this possibility, Rong Shu smiled, “I can’t answer yet, because I’ve only eaten one of these dishes, I haven’t eaten the rest yet, I’ll tell you together when I’ve tried them all.”
“Okay, you eat.” Fu Jingting picked up his own chopsticks and gave her the remaining two dishes on his plate.
Once again, Rongshu tasted them.
During this time, Fu Jingting just kept looking at her.
He didn’t ask her again how they tasted, but as she ate them one by one, his brow furrowed even more, and the tension in his eyes, too, intensified.
Looking at the man’s nervousness, Rongshu only felt amused.
She thought that there was probably no one else, other than her, who could cause him to feel such tension.
But she had to say that she was still quite happy to see him tense up for her.
At least it meant that such a big mood swing on his part would only be for her.
After finishing the dish on her plate, Rong Shu put her chopsticks down and pulled a tissue aside to wipe her mouth.
“Rongshu.” Fu Jingting opened his mouth and called out to her, meaning clearly that he wanted her comment.
But Rongshu deliberately ignored him, selling herself short and picking up the gla*s of water to the side to sip it.
Fu Jingting’s thin lips pursed into a straight line and he shouted again, his voice lowered to a whisper, “Rong Shu!”
Rongshu knew that the man was a bit anxious, smiled, and did not sell himself short, pressed her hand and looked at the man, “Okay, okay, I won’t dawdle, you take it easy, I’ll just say it.”
“You say it!” Fu Jingting slightly raised his chin, waiting for her to speak.
Rongshu looked at him for a moment and once again raised her thumb, “This, tastes good!”
Looking at the thumbs up from the woman, Fu Jingting was relieved in his heart.
Although he had confidence in his own craft, there was no guarantee that she might not necessarily like it ah.
After all, everyone had different standards of taste.
But the result was still good, she still liked it.
Fu Jingting tried to control the corners of his lips that continued to rise, but he couldn’t control them.
He had no choice but to clench his fist against his lips to stop the rising corners of his mouth, and after a light cough, he deliberately said calmly, “It’s good, just eat it.”
With these words, he gave her many more dishes on her plate.
The corners of Rongshu’s mouth twitched as she looked at the dishes on her plate, which were almost piled up into a small mountain.
But the man was clearly drifting, not even realising that she might not be able to finish it all, and he was still going to add to her plate.
Seeing this, Rongshu hurriedly grabbed his wrist to stop him, “Enough is enough, don’t do it, I really can’t finish it anymore, it will be wasted then.”
Fu Jingting held his chopsticks and looked at her plate, the end of his eyebrows raised slightly, realising that he had indeed chucked in a bit too much.
He had just been complimented by her, so he had gotten a bit carried away and lost all sense, so he just thought of giving her dishes one after another to make her eat more.
As a result, he didn’t expect to eat so much.
Fu Jingting put his chopsticks down, “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention, it’s okay, I’ll eat if I can’t finish it, it won’t go to waste.”
Rongshu propped her head up and smiled at him, “That’s what you said yourself.”
“Well, I said so.” Fu Jingting nodded his head.
Rongshu picked up her own chopsticks and chucked a portion of her plate onto his, “Alright then, you eat, you made this, I can’t eat it alone, you should eat a little more too, you’ve worked hard after all.”
“Not hard work.” Fu Jingting’s mouth could not hide the curve of his mouth as he said back.
Rongshu suddenly thought of something and stood up.
Fu Jingting looked up at her, “What’s wrong?”
“I suddenly thought that I still have a bottle of red wine.” Rongshu threw away her chopsticks and said, “Let’s have a gla*s of wine, this is the first time you’ve cooked for me, we should celebrate.”
With that, she went to get the wine.
Fu Jingting took her hand, “No, it’s just a meal, there’s no need.”
“Of course it’s necessary.” Rong Shu looked at the man seriously, “Many firsts are worth commemorating or celebrating, people, they always need some romance and rituals, otherwise life would be boring, and this is also a sign that I value you cooking for me, wait.”
After smiling at him, Rong Shu withdrew her hand and quickly went to the study.
Fu Jingting looked at her trotting back and let out a low laugh, his eyebrows gentle as if he was about to drown water.
Her words just now made him very happy.
Who said that in a relationship, only what a woman did needed to be valued, men also needed to be valued.
Rongshu, on the other hand, valued what he cooked for her, even if it was just a very ordinary meal, she wanted to celebrate with him.
This importance shook him to his core.
Soon, Rongshu came out with the wine, which was still unopened.
Fu Jingting reached out to take the wine, “I’ll open it.”
“Okay, you do it.” Rongshu handed over the wine opener as well.
She didn’t grab it from him, after all, it took strength to pull the cork.
This kind of thing was fine to let the man do it.
Fu Jingting began to open the wine, and while doing so, he looked at the introduction on the bottle and couldn’t help but be slightly surprised, “This wine is not bad.”