Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

Shen Fanxing could not help but laugh, saying,” Are you sure you want to cook these?”

Bo Jinchuan stared at her and asked, “Why?”

Shen Fanxing shook her head and went to the counter to take out the two bags he had brought.

There were indeed a lot of ingredients.

“Even though I’m well aware of your abilities, I must say, Mr Bo, you still have to work later. It’s not possible for you to finish all the dishes within a span of one hour.”

“…”

Shen Fanxing took a peek at the ingredients in the bags, gave out a sigh and uttered, “Are we fine with having a steamboat?”

Bo Jinchuan frowned, obviously not agreeable to her words.

“I haven’t eaten that for long. I want to eat it.”

“Alright, let’s have a steamboat.” Bo Jinchuan nodded.

Shen Fanxing paused, warmth seeping into her heart.

At last, Shen Fanxing was the one being busy with ingredients-preparation. Bo Jinchuan stood at a side, seemingly wanting to help but not knowing where to start.

“What can I do?”

“Nothing that needs your help.”

“…” Bo Jinchuan went silent. From his frown, it was apparent to Shen Fanxing that he felt slightly crestfallen.

“By the way, you can help with the table setup. The bowls and utensils are in the cabinet beside you.”

“Okay,” answered Bo Jinchuan while his slender fingers took out two bowls.

Shen Fanxing was washing the vegetables when her eyes swept casually over him, she asked, “Two bowls? What about Secretary Yu?”

“He has other things to attend to,”

answered Bo Jinchuan while he strolled out of the kitchen with the utensils and bowls.

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Not long after, Shen Fanxing walked out with the vegetables.

“I’m done!”

she declared happily as she took the seat opposite Bo Jinchuan. Gone were her usual coldness and distance, replaced by a faint amount of excitement.

This made Bo Jinchuan watch her with amusement.

Seeing that she had thrown the vegetables into the pot, Bo Jinchuan raised his glass of wine.

Shen Fanxing put her chopsticks down and raised her glass.

“Congratulations to our first meal and your successful resignation.”

Shen Fanxing smiled lightly and uttered, “Steamboat and red wine don’t seem to go together.”

“More like there is a different feeling to it,”

said Bo Jinchuan while digesting the underlying meaning to her words silently.

The duo raised their glasses in a toast.

Putting down the glass, Shen Fanxing fixated her gaze on the steaming hot pot.

In a cool voice, Bo Jinchuan questioned, “Is the pot that alluring?”

Shen Fanxing stopped what she was doing. Her eyes darkened slightly.

“It seems like… I’ve never had this with my family. Today’s the first time, so it’s refreshing…”

Bo Jinchuan felt ripples across his heart. Then, he refilled the glasses with the red wine that he had brought, pushing one glass in front of her.

“I’ll be by your side from now on. Eat whatever you want to. I’ll accompany you.”

This sentence was notably suitable, be it in terms of time, place or the atmosphere.

It was hard not to feel anything.

“Alright, the vegetables are cooked. Let’s eat.”

“Okay,”

Using his chopsticks, Bo Jinchuan picked the vegetables elegantly and placed them in Shen Fanxing’s bowl.

Seeing the additional vegetables that came out of nowhere, she did not know to react.

She could not remember the last time when someone had picked food for her. How long had that been…

With a tinge of shyness, she looked up at the elegant man who was eating in front of her. At the instant, whatever walls she had built up were all torn down.