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Chapter 24 Looking at Him with Brokenness and Disbelief

You may not believe it, but except for the frying pan, most of the rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, pots, pans, and chopsticks in Feng Sichen's house were bought by Si Nian.

He really is a president who has nothing to do with worldly affairs, literally.

The apron that Si Nian was wearing was also bought by herself.

After Feng Sichen entered his fingerprint, he opened the door and entered the house. He changed his shoes at the entrance and walked in, and found a pile of dishes on the table.

An indescribable look flashed across his eyes, and he stared blankly at the dishes she had prepared on the table.

Si Nian heard the voice, she brought the dish over, put it in its place, and said to Feng Sichen, "You're back."

"Yeah," he said.

The sound probably came from Feng Sichen's nostrils.

"How is it? Is my surprise OK?" Si Nian said.

He had just come out of a dinner party. If one really compared the dishes, it was obvious that the dishes on this table were different from those prepared by the chef hired at a high price.

However, he just happened to be happy with the food on the table.

"Yeah." He only said one word again.

Si Nian: “...Brother, if you just say one word it will make me feel unfulfilled.” She stared at Feng Sichen with burning eyes.

"Forget it. You've seen more than me. If I compare myself with a chef, I really can't beat him." Si Nian followed his words.

Each person had a bowl of rice, and Si Nian served the rice.

"Isn't it hot?" he asked.

Si Nian looked at his serious expression and couldn't help laughing: "I'm just holding the edge of the porcelain, not supporting it with my palm, and I have thick skin!" She smiled, her eyebrows curved.

She didn't want to walk any further, so she brought over a bowl for two people.

Just as Feng Sichen started eating, Si Nian stopped eating the rice. She looked at him expectantly. After he took the first bite, she said, "How was it? Did it meet your expectations?"

“My evaluation is important?”

"Of course, I prepared this specially for you." She still looked at it with anticipation.

Si Nian's scorching gaze left Feng Sichen no place to hide. He said, "Well, it's okay."

"Ah? That won't work." Si Nian immediately hung his head.

Hey, why should I compare myself with all the chefs in history? He is worth hundreds of millions, and all the chefs are either Michelin five-star chefs or inheritors of certain family gourmet food.

"Why do you say that?"

“Because I don’t want people to say ‘okay’ when they’re upset.”

"I'm not you. I don't have that much sympathy."

After hearing this, Si Nian raised her head and looked at the person in front of her thoughtfully. After a long while, she said, "Your words make you look very cold-blooded."

"Forget it. This is also a disguised admission that my cooking is okay. Mr. Feng, let me introduce you to the dishes I made. This, the soft-shelled eel, is a specialty of my hometown. It is a famous dish among the eight major cuisines. Moreover, my cuisine has a touch of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty flavors, but the taste is not strong, which is very acceptable..."

Feng Sichen watched Si Nian's introduction intently, and his gaze stopped on her delicate and tempting lips.

He had to admit one thing, the woman in front of him had a strong attraction to him.

One of the dishes on the table was spicy chicken. Si Nian said it was quite spicy, so he tried it.

During this meal, Feng Sichen put down his chopsticks very early, and seeing Si Nian was still eating, he accompanied her.

Seeing her busying around, Feng Sichen felt something strange in his heart, and he said, "What do I need to do?"

It seems a bit bad to do nothing and just sit there quietly.

"Please help me put these leftovers in the refrigerator." Si Nian said.

Since there were two people eating, Si Nian controlled the amount when buying ingredients, but because there were so many kinds of food, there was inevitably some leftovers. "Not putting it in the trash can?" Feng Si Chen asked in confusion.

"This is only the first meal. It would be such a waste to put it in the trash can." When Si Nian heard what Feng Sichen said, she was stunned for a moment before replying.

There is a huge difference between people.

I guess in Feng Sichen's world, he has no concept of "leftover food".

If you think about it carefully, it is understandable - he grew up in an extremely favorable environment.

Si Nian had heard of the Ryan family, which was a well-known family all over the world.

"If you think leftovers are unhygienic, you can throw them away." Si Nian turned his body and faced Feng Sichen as he said this.

"Is leftover food unhygienic?" He asked a question that seemed silly to me, but to him it was a new thing that he had encountered for the first time.

"For me, it's fine. It won't make me sick." Si Nian still had his back to Feng Sichen.

"Then do as you say and put it in the refrigerator." Feng Sichen said.

There was plastic wrap in the refrigerator, he observed, and put them in after wrapping them in plastic wrap.

Si Nian: It’s okay, it’s okay, I know how to copy.

In the refrigerator, there were things sealed by Si Nian with plastic wrap.

Men and women working together made the work not tiring and they quickly tidied up the dining table and kitchen.

In the following period of time, at least Feng Sichen will focus on work first, while Si Nian will devote herself to her side business.

Thirty minutes later, Si Nian knocked on Feng Sichen's door.

"Come in," he said.

Si Nian pushed the door open and walked a little further in: "Are there any magazines or books about wineries in your study?"

"Why are you asking this?" He looked at his computer intently, processing his documents.

Asking him to answer me at this time would be a waste of time in his work.

"It's necessary for writing novel characters." Si Nian answered honestly.

Before, when he saw the book she wrote, he had already discovered her two-dimensional pseudonym, so there was no need to hide it anymore.

"Yes, it's in the third row from the top on the left." Feng Sichen was still looking at the computer.

"Thank you." After getting the answer, Si Nian took a few steps back and closed the door when she left.

Si Nian was a little surprised when he came to his study space for the first time.

She didn't expect he would read so many books.

She casually looked at the spines of a few rows of books, all of which showed signs of reading.

Following the instructions Feng Sichen gave her, she quickly found the information she wanted. When she turned around, she was attracted by a photo on the desk.

Why does it look so much like me?
She approached, and because of this approach, she discovered the secret.

There was a file bag on the desk, and there were documents in the bag, but the documents were not put away properly, so they were exposed. On the first piece of paper on it was my photo.

There is a title on the file bag, which reads: Si Nian’s basic information.

Si Nian didn't know what kind of mood she was in as she finished flipping through the stack of documents about her. Just when she was about to put the documents back in their original place, he appeared.

The first thing Feng Sichen did when he came in was to look at his desk, but it was too late.

"Feng, Mr. Feng, I..." Si Nian was speechless for a moment.

She looked at Feng Sichen dryly, her eyes filled with brokenness and disbelief.

(End of this chapter)