CHAPTER 43: CHAPTER 43 BELOVED PERSON

Before long, the table was set with four dishes, a soup, and two bowls of rice.

"Sit down and eat," Jiang Jingheng said.

Mu Yan stood there without moving and replied, "I’ve already eaten."

Jiang Jingheng’s elegant brows slightly furrowed, "Are you doubting the taste of these dishes?"

Mu Yan smiled, "How could that be? Dishes made by Young Master Jiang must be delicious."

Jiang Jingheng looked at her with a half-smile, "That sounds like you’re just humoring me."

"Absolutely not!" Mu Yan said sincerely, "I really have eaten."

"Looks like all my efforts were for nothing," Jiang Jingheng sighed.

Mu Yan’s heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously asked, "Young Master Jiang, you didn’t happen to cook especially for me, did you?"

Jiang Jingheng’s expression slightly softened, his peach blossom eyes fixed on her, his light brown pupils were profoundly deep.

He raised the corner of his eye and suddenly laughed, "What do you think?"

His smile was like countless stars igniting in the night, dazzling beyond compare.

Something too beautiful often gives a sense of unreality.

Mu Yan unconsciously looked away, changing the topic, "By the way, where did Yu Ma go?"

Jiang Jingheng gave her a glance and said calmly, "She took leave for personal matters. I don’t like eating out, so I cooked for myself and made your share along the way."

Mu Yan breathed a sigh of relief; so it turned out to be incidental.

She thought, there’s no way she was that special.

She laughed and said, "Thank you, Young Master Jiang."

"If you really want to thank me, help me finish the dishes," Jiang Jingheng glanced at her, "Otherwise, I’ll seriously doubt your sincerity."

Mu Yan, "..."

She felt like she had been set up.

Four dishes and a soup were quite a feast for two people; Mu Yan felt overwhelmed just looking at it.

She tasted a bite of the stir-fried green peppers and pork; her eyes instantly showed a bit of surprise, not bad at all.

She took a piece of rib; it was fragrant, tender, and well-flavored without being greasy.

She praised, "Really delicious, it doesn’t lose to the taste of Yu Ma’s cooking!"

"Thank you for the compliment." Jiang Jingheng lowered his gaze, a flicker of light seeming to pass through his light brown eyes.

Mu Yan tasted the remaining dishes and finally asked, "Young Master Jiang, how do you know how to cook?"

This wealthy young master, surely he had everything taken care of, food, clothing, housing, and transportation; why would he need to do it himself?

Jiang Jingheng glanced at her and asked, "Are you that curious?"

Mu Yan nodded, "Mm."

"But why should I tell you?"

Mu Yan, "..."

A feeling like being lifted high into the air and then dropped hard.

She picked up a piece of rib and started biting into it.

Suit yourself if you want to say it or not.

Looking at her sulking expression, Jiang Jingheng’s eyes slightly raised, "So eager to know me?"

Mu Yan forced a smile and said, "Not really."

She had just asked casually.

"The reason is quite simple." Jiang Jingheng looked at Mu Yan, the gentleness flowing in his peach blossom eyes, "Just thought that one day, I’d be able to cook for the person I love."

Mu Yan froze for a moment, then suddenly clutched her throat, coughing.

"Cough cough..."

She choked.

Seeing her discomfort, the amusement in Jiang Jingheng’s eyes quickly disappeared.

He handed her a glass of water, speaking with a hint of reproach, "Eat slowly, no one’s competing with you!"

If Mu Yan could see his eyes, she would surely notice the care in their depths.

She took the cup, drank a big gulp of water, and felt a bit better.

She took a deep breath and said to Jiang Jingheng, "Thank you."

"Even if it’s tasty, you don’t have to be so hasty," Jiang Jingheng teased.

Mu Yan felt a bit embarrassed, clearly, it was his words that were surprising, okay.

She felt this meal would surely lead to indigestion.

She pushed her bowl towards the center, "I’m full."

Jiang Jingheng looked at her, smiled, and asked, "Afraid that eating my cooking would make you my beloved?"

Mu Yan forced a dry laugh, "No way, I wouldn’t think like that."

She didn’t have such illusions about herself.