When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 118: Young Master Learns to Cook

Jiang Shuyao didn’t dare respond and almost without thinking, dragged the guy next to her and bolted.

As long as she didn’t look back, this matter wouldn’t be exposed.

The old man’s eyes were dim; he could barely see anything at night.

Jiang Shuyao’s heart raced rapidly, feeling exactly like a thief with a guilty conscience.

However, the person behind her was like an old turtle nearing its end, not only failing to put in any effort during their escape but also exhausting her completely.

Gradually, the night swallowed up the figures of the two, the girl running hastily with her little face flushed red.

Jiang Shuyao bent over and stopped before the stairs of Unit 2, glaring at the person above her while propping herself on her knees, "Are you doing this on purpose?"

It was a rhetorical question.

Seeing his annoyingly smug smile made her want to slap him.

Pei Yan’s gaze dropped, faintly gleaming, as he really brought his face closer for her to hit.

The youth’s features were striking and even his untamed air had a strong sense of wildness to it.

Their breaths intertwined, eyes locked.

Jiang Shuyao’s face reddened even further.

But still feeling indignant, she raised her hand and softly patted his cheek.

The girl didn’t really hit him; the gentle tap sent ripples through Pei Yan’s mind.

Her soft palm, warmed from the running, brushed against his skin, tickling him slightly.

Damn.

That felt good.

Pei Yan’s dark pupils were deep and captivating, causing Jiang Shuyao’s cheeks to burn up. She quickly averted her gaze and drew back her hand.

But her hand was caught mid-air.

He held her small hand, then gently pressed it back against his face.

Jiang Shuyao struggled to pull away, "Stop messing around and let’s go home."

If someone were to see them now, she might as well die from embarrassment on the spot.

On the winter night, Pei Yan’s laughter took on a warm tenderness as he reassured her, "Besides that old man, whose eyesight is that good?"

Even with a mask on, the old man could recognize her, which just showed how diligent he usually was.

That was true.

Jiang Shuyao subconsciously nodded her head.

But then she realized something was wrong; she had somehow been smoothly talked into a circle, and she quickly stood up from the steps, "I’m not your girlfriend yet, stop trying to take advantage of me."

This guy just never learns.

We’ve said it’s for the future, not now.

And he’s shameless about it.

The girl turned and ran into the elevator, while Pei Yan half-squatted on the stairs, buried his head, and heaved a sigh of defeat.

In the past, he had nothing to look forward to, and sheer determination alone pushed him forward.

Now that there was something to look forward to, enduring these days of competing with time for patience was truly unbearable.

The elevator doors dinged open; without any movement from behind, Jiang Shuyao turned and urged, "Are you coming or not?"

Normally, she would have gone up by herself.

But her unconscious subtle movements now clearly showed her different feelings towards Pei Yan.

Not until the figure lazily approached, did Jiang Shuyao let go of the elevator button.

Over the weekend, the temperature dropped sharply.

Jiang Shuyao was cooped up in her room reading, writing, and drawing, not wanting to step outside even once.

It was reported that the northern part of Rong City welcomed sleet, with the lowest temperature of the day reaching below freezing.

As someone from the south, who had barely seen snow growing up, Jiang Shuyao curled into a ball from the cold, yet eagerly hoped for even the tiniest snowflakes to fall at the south gate.

In such weather, ski resorts were undoubtedly the most popular places.

Chen Jin had been roaring in the group chat early on, saying that a few friends from the circle had invited him to Ice and Snow City, clamoring to drag the three of them along.

"Why go to Ice and Snow City if you’re tired of it? Besides, what are your friends’ names? I won’t go if they have bad character."

Ever since his appendicitis operation, Xu Kanfeng had been taking extra care of his health, even reducing his visits to places like Jinggang.

"Stop rambling, they’re all beauties anyway."

Chen Jin was lying in the vast villa, with servants bustling about before his eyes, and he felt as if a cat was scratching at his heart while staring blankly out the window at the snow-covered landscape.

Suddenly, he thought of something.

His eyes brightened, and he quickly changed the subject to ask Brother Yan.

"Boss, what are you busy with? I heard there’s another competition on Qingcheng Mountain, shall we go nuts there again?"

In the chat group, a cold breeze seemed to blow through.

After taking a bath, He Qingzhou picked up his phone and saw this message. Even through the screen, he smiled faintly and cursed Chen Jin for being a fool.

In the dead of winter, singles have their own way to live.

Especially like Brother Yan, those semi-single dogs need to live even more vigorously.

At that moment, Pei Yan was personally preparing lunch, completely ignoring whatever was going on in the chat group.

A young master who usually didn’t lift a finger was totally overwhelmed for the first time.

"Hey, you can’t wash it like that, it won’t get rid of the fishy smell."

"Pour some cooking wine in, yes, that’s enough, not too much."

"The water in the pot is boiling, turn down the heat."

"Quick, turn it down before you dry it out."

Jiang Shuyao was wrapped in thick cotton clothes, standing at the kitchen door watching the young man bustle about chaotically, giggling non-stop.

"Can you manage it? Shall I do it instead?"

She glanced back at the time; it was almost noon, and lunch wouldn’t be ready for another hour.

Even if it was served, it was questionable whether it could be eaten.

Such good ingredients, it would be a pity to waste them.

Jiang Shuyao rolled up her sleeves intending to help but was stopped by Pei Yan calling out, "Don’t come over here."

Her steps halted in place.

She watched as he took the steamed bass out of the pot.

The smell was slightly off, but she didn’t comment.

Then she took the chopsticks Pei Yan handed her, picked up some fish from the belly, and tasted a bite.

Silent for a few seconds.

Jiang Shuyao slowly broke into a smile, "For a first attempt, this is pretty good."

Everything was fine, except it was too salty.

The girl looked completely natural, not seeming insincere at all.

Pei Yan’s mood instantly brightened, "I learned to cook this dish specifically for you, aren’t you moved?"

She nodded eagerly, "Moved, very moved."

Originally, they had planned to ask a part-time aunt to come over at noon, but this guy suddenly got the urge to learn to cook.

At first, she thought he was just fooling around, but he turned out to be serious.

From buying and cleaning the fish to marinating, he was patient throughout and didn’t show a hint of wanting to give up halfway.

To say she wasn’t touched would be a lie, even though the fish was indeed hard to eat.

But through this minor act of cooking, she believed her young man wouldn’t turn out to be as unsuccessful as others said.

Instead, as long as he wanted to, he was willing to give his all, even if it didn’t succeed at first, there would be a second and third time.

Just like this fish.

Jiang Shuyao laughed as she ate, and by the end, it didn’t seem too salty anymore.

Overnight, the snow finally arrived at the southern gate.

The morning at seven at Yasong Residence was peaceful, the plants and trees dressed in silver, and the icicles on pine branches like crystal, shining with pure brilliance.

Today, Jiang Shuyao, dressed in a long down jacket, scarf, hat, and gloves, had every inch covered, ready to go all out for the physical competition.

In contrast, her companion wore just two layers no matter how cold it got, a thin wool sweater inside and a coat outside.

When they woke up early, Jiang Shuyao teased him, "Why didn’t you wear a windbreaker? Don’t wear this, it’s not handsome."

Pei Yan, with a long stretch of his arm, pulled her small head into his coat, his large hand holding the back of her head, looking down as she struggled.

"Mocking me, huh?"

Jiang Shuyao pleaded repeatedly, "Ah, it’s handsome, too, let go of me, you’re messing up my hair..."