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I stand in the kitchen, holding chopsticks in my hand, unable to believe everything in front of me.
The super challenging Sour cabbage fish stew in front of me is bright in color, fragrant, and unbelievably, I made it.
I took a bite and was surprised by how delicious it tasted. The fish was tender, the pickled vegetables refreshing, and the broth rich. It was even better than what my family's restaurant makes.
I feel a surge of pride in my heart, and at the same time, I have a newfound respect for Mu Jue.
Oh my, is Mu Jue really a man?
Not only is he handsome, but his cooking skills are also so superb that I can't help but doubt his true identity.
Mu Jue had a faint smile on his face as he looked at me and said, "Actually, you have quite a talent. I only taught you the trick once just now, and you've already grasped it. You have a bright future."
Is he praising me? My face blushed slightly, feeling both surprised and happy.
"Alright, eat while it's hot," he said again.
I hesitated and looked at the large pot of boiled fish, feeling a bit hesitant in my heart: "Senior, but I am allergic to fish. If I eat more than three pieces, I will break out in a rash."
As soon as I finished speaking, Mu Jue's face immediately darkened: "So you're saying you love to eat boiled fish the most?" There was a hint of reproach in his voice.
I smiled awkwardly and said, "Liking to eat and being able to eat are two different things. Senior, why don't you finish it?"
I pointed to the boiled fish in the pot, feeling a bit guilty.
Mu Jue He glanced at the boiled fish in the pot, a hint of unwillingness and complexity flashing in his eyes.
He remained silent for a while, and finally said, "Forget it, pour it out."
His voice carried a hint of helplessness, apparently reluctant to part with this carefully prepared boiled fish dish.
But I pretended to be indifferent and said, "Oh, the things you throw away today will pile up into a mountain on your way to heaven in the future. You can't go to heaven until you finish eating them."
After finishing speaking, I saw Mu Jue glaring at me with eyes wide open, obviously angered by my words.
I quickly turned my head away, then caught a glimpse of him struggling to take a bite from the corner of my eye.
He ate while giving me a complex look, as if blaming me for the prank, but also helpless.
Haha, this is refreshing...
Every evening after that, Mu Jue would patiently teach me how to cook in the back kitchen of the cafeteria. Under his guidance, in just half a month, I have made some progress, from being flustered at the beginning to being adept now.
Sometimes, Mu Jue doesn't even need to demonstrate it personally. Just a few pointers from the side, and I can quickly comprehend and make a dish that impresses him.
I am surprised by my own progress and also filled with gratitude towards Mu Jue.
After successfully completing a perfectly balanced "red wine steak," Mu Jue suddenly said to me, "Yun Qiao, get ready to meet my dad tomorrow." His tone was calm, but it stirred up a storm in my heart.
I was about to put a piece of steak into my mouth when I heard his words. I was so startled that the steak flew out due to the inertia and landed on the plate with a crisp sound.
"Meet the parents? Is it necessary to do it so soon? Senior, shouldn't we take things step by step?"
My voice trembled slightly, filled with nervousness and uncertainty. In my mind, meeting the parents usually signifies a very stable and serious relationship.
Mu Jue When he heard my words, he lightly pinched his brow and said, "Where were you lost in thought? My dad is the boss of the cafeteria. I've arranged a part-time job for you here, and he wants to interview you in person."
I took in a sharp breath.
Reality is often so cruel that it's unbearable to look at. I never expected Mu Jue to be a typical tall, rich, and handsome guy.
But what's even more devastating is that his dad used to be a Michelin star chef, effortlessly mastering both Chinese and Western cuisines.
No wonder Mu Jue's every dish is so delicious that it makes me want to swallow my tongue. No wonder he can freely borrow the kitchen.
In my mind, the image of my family's simple little restaurant at the foot of the mountain appeared at just the right time, and I instantly felt like I had been pushed off a cliff.
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