1003: How Tsundere!

How Tsundere!

However, when the door of the study room opened and he saw Rong Si standing by the door, he frowned.2

Why is this brat here?

Rong Si didn't seem to notice the change in Su Shengjing's expression. He walked in calmly and placed the bowl of beef noodles on his desk. "I made you supper, Uncle."

Su Shengjing was speechless.

What? Have I heard right?

He made this for me?

Su Shengjing's gaze landed on the bowl of beef noodles. It looked delicious. The beef slices and the tomato slices were neatly arranged, and some tender green onions were even sprinkled on them. It looked appetizing.

Worse, it smelled good. Very good.

Su Shengjing's expression became a little awkward. He asked uncertainly, "Did you make this?"

"Yes." Rong Si nodded. "Thank you, Uncle! If there's nothing else, I'll get going."

"…" Su Shengjing was momentarily stunned. It was hard to imagine this kid cooking for him. Is he trying to please me?

Hmph! Does he think I'm so easy to please?

I'm a man of principle. I'll not bend for a bowl of noodles!

However, after Rong Si left the study, Su Shengjing's arrogant and serious expression collapsed. He leaned closer to smell the fragrance of the beef noodles and could not help but swallow his saliva.

It's… tempting.

In the end, he could not resist the temptation. He stretched out his sinful hands and took the bowl of noodles. Then, he picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. The taste was unexpectedly good!

Good lord! I did not expect that kid to be so good at cooking. But I can't give in so easily! Su Shengjing wanted to put down his chopsticks.

However, he also really wanted to take another bite. It would be his last bite. However, after taking a bite, he thought of taking another bite… Just like that, he couldn't put down his chopsticks for a long time, and the amount of noodles in his bowl decreased.

In the end, he finished it all, not even leaving a drop of the soup.

Looking at the empty bowl in front of him, Su Shengjing felt vexed. What is wrong with me? Why did I cave? Where is my willpower?

Did it run away to hell?

At this moment, there was another knock on the door.

Thinking that it was Rong Si again, Su Shengjing said in embarrassment, "What are you doing? Don't disturb me!"

"Mr. Su, it's me." Auntie Zhang's voice came through the door.

Su Shengjing's eyes flashed, and he coughed lightly. "Come in."

Auntie Zhang came in with a glass of freshly squeezed fruit juice. "Mr. Su, I squeezed a glass of fruit juice for you. Drink it. Oh! Mr. Su, you've finished all the noodles. Looks like it tastes good. That kid is quite good."

Su Shengjing was embarrassed when Auntie Zhang saw the empty bowl. "What's quite good? I just ate it reluctantly to give him some face."

Like hell I believe you.

Auntie Zhang suppressed her laughter. "Yes, yes. Actually, it's not a big deal. Mr. Su, you really suffered just to give him some face."

"That's right." Su Shengjing looked at the empty bowl again. "By the way, tell him that I didn't finish it. After taking a bite, I felt that it tasted terrible and poured the rest away!"

Auntie Zhang did not know whether to laugh or cry. Mr. Su clearly feels that, that kid's culinary skills are not bad, yet he insists otherwise. He really is stubborn!

She brought the empty bowl down and repeated what Su Shengjing had said. Rong Si raised his eyebrows.

He wasn't sure if his cooking was good, but he was sure it wasn't bad, especially bad enough to make someone throw it away.

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