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Chapter 123 Don't blow up the kitchen

Lin Yu went out to get his clothes from the morning before taking a quick shower in the bathroom.

When she came out, Ruan Yunxian was lying on a recliner with a face mask on, scrolling through her phone. Her expression was obscured by the mask, but her exposed ears revealed an alluring pink hue.

Ruan Yunxian tied a white towel around her forehead, using it as a headband to hold her hair in place.

The recliner was adjusted to a very flat angle, so Ruan Yunxian was almost lying flat on her back. Her two slender and straight long legs were stretched out to the fullest, her beautifully curved ankles were stacked together, and her jade feet were gently swaying.

"Please wait a moment, room service will bring your meal up shortly."

Ruan Yunxian, who was wearing a face mask, didn't speak loudly, probably because she didn't dare to open her mouth too wide, fearing that making too much movement would affect the effect of the face mask.

Lin Yu unconsciously shifted his gaze to Ruan Yunxian's feet. Ruan Yunxian's feet were still swinging leisurely, her left ankle pressing on top of her right ankle, her ten pearl-like toes playfully wiggling.

Opening and closing, curling up and stretching out.

Lin Yu couldn't help but recall the soft touch of holding that little foot in his hands.

Doorbell rang.

Lin Yu quickly got up to open the door.

The food cart was parked at the entrance, pushed by a middle-aged male waiter wearing a white shirt and black vest, with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows and a black bow tie around his neck.

"Hello, room service." The waiter's voice was very professional. "Would you like us to take you inside?"

"No need, I'll do it," Lin Yu said, reaching out to pull the food cart in.

Lin Yu pushed the food cart next to the recliner where Ruan Yunxian was lying, and with a flourish, he patted his chest with his right hand and bowed slightly, mimicking the uncle's tone from before: "Hello, room service."

"Senior, your imitation is nothing like what you're supposed to be."

Ruan Yunxian sat up, put her legs together in front of her, and adopted a well-behaved sitting posture.

"Whatever, you've become picky."

Lin Yu reached out and opened the gleaming stainless steel lid on the plate.

Under the lid is a beautifully plated pasta dish, topped with a rich broth and meatballs, accompanied by a salad and soup.

There was also a tiramisu for dessert.

Lin Yu was indeed a little hungry. He picked up the pasta, grabbed a fork, and put it in his mouth.

Ruan Yunxian ate much more elegantly. Facing her plate of spaghetti, she used her fork to pick up a few strands of noodles, gently rolled them up, and gracefully put them into her mouth to chew.

That elegant way of eating was much more appealing to Lin Yu.

"The others take too long to arrive, this one is faster. I don't know if it will suit your taste, senior."

Lin Yu was slurping noodles into his mouth when Ruan Yunxian suddenly asked.

Lin Yu looked up and met her smiling gaze.

"It's good, but I'm not used to using it. I prefer to eat noodles with chopsticks."

Lin Yu brandished the fork in his hand, put the last bite of noodles into his mouth, and then picked up the small bread to wipe the last bit of sauce off the plate and ate it.

At this point, Ruan Yunxian had only eaten about a third of the noodles in front of her.

"How was it? Were you satisfied with the taste?"

"It's great, you can taste the effort the chef put in."

The meal was indeed delicious. Although Lin Yu didn't know much about Western food, he could tell that the chef had used a lot of clever tricks.

No wonder he's a chef at a five-star hotel; even with relatively simple dishes, he manages to incorporate a lot of clever ideas and create something special.

Of course, it's also possible that because of the guest's status, the chef would definitely put in 120% effort.

"Senior, do you know how to cook?"

"I know a little bit about it."

Lin Yu raised his hand and made a gesture, leaving a tiny gap between his index finger and thumb, indicating that he only understood this little bit.

"So, do you usually cook for yourself at home, senior?"

"Occasionally."

"What are you doing?"

"Noodles. Fried rice. Just some simple things," Lin Yu said. "I know a lot, but I don't make much."

"Why?"

Ruan Yunxian was puzzled. If she knew how to do it, why did she only do the simple ones?

"What else could it be? It's too much trouble. I only have a small electric cooker. It's convenient for cooking noodles, but it's the limit for fried rice."

"Oh, I was hoping to have the chance to eat your cooking, senior."

"There will be opportunities," Lin Yu said. "It's not a big deal. Why don't you come visit me sometime? It's convenient for me to be there."

Ruan Yunxian stopped what she was doing.

Go to my senior's house? Go to my senior's house!

"When?" Ruan Yunxian asked, her voice a little louder than before, as if she were somewhat anxious.

"Whatever, whatever's convenient for you."

"It's a deal then!" she immediately replied, as if afraid he might change his mind. "You have to come pick me up then, senior!"

"Sure. Just let me know a few days in advance."

"Okay!" Ruan Yunxian put down her fork, leaned back on the sofa, and smiled broadly. "It's settled then. I'll go buy the groceries, and you can cook, senior."

"Do I need to buy anything to get on my turf?"

"You buy it, go ahead," she waved her hand. "I'll take care of eating anyway."

Lin Yu glanced at her: "You certainly have a clear division of labor."

"Of course." She proudly raised her chin. "Everyone has their own role."

She pulled her legs up, sat cross-legged, rested her hands on her knees, and looked at him with her chin in her hands.

"Senior, do you like having someone help you when you cook?"

"It depends on what kind of help you need."

"Like washing and chopping vegetables, for example."

"You can?"

"I can learn," she blinked. "I learn things very quickly."

"Then you'd better study hard." Lin Yu leaned back on the sofa, his tone casual, "Don't blow up the kitchen later."

"No way!" Ruan Yunxian's eyes widened. "Do I look that stupid?"

"Besides, how could washing and chopping vegetables cause the kitchen to blow up!"

Lin Yu looked her up and down but didn't say anything.

"What kind of look is that!" Ruan Yunxian grabbed a nearby cushion as if to throw it. "I'm very smart, okay! I scored over 130 on my college entrance exam in math!"

"What does being good at math have to do with cooking?"

"that is----"

Ruan Yunxian tried to explain, but Lin Yu was too lazy to listen to her logic.

"Never mind," Lin Yu said, not wanting to understand Ruan Yunxian's logic, and proactively asked, "How's your driving? How's your singing?"

"Hmm? Why are you suddenly asking these questions?"

Ruan Yunxian was a little confused by Lin Yu's sudden change of topic.

"Just answer me, and I'll explain."

"Well, I'm not a very good singer —"

"Not good, that's bad. And what about driving? You haven't even learned yet, have you?"

"I've studied it, but the second part of the driving test is a bit difficult."

"How many times did it hang up?"

"4 times —"