Chapter 245: Am I capable of poisoning you or what?

Regarding the matter of Shen Xun causing Lin Shutong's miscarriage, Jiang Lai didn't know whether it was an accident or a frame-up; either way, it had nothing to do with her.

Dinner wasn't ready yet, and Jiang Lai was again looking at the evidence for prosecution listed by Zhong Lü; the more she looked, the harder her heart became.

It was a truly shocking number, also a number she never dared imagine before.

Shen Xun, with money, fully took charge of Lin Shutong's life, gradually increasing her appetite, and in the end it gradually backfired on Shen Xun himself.

Jiang Lai looked so intently that Ke Zhongyu, even while staring at her, didn't notice.

Only when the dishes were ready and Mo Yi called to eat did Jiang Lai lift her head, meeting Ke Zhongyu's deep gaze.

Jiang Lai's pupils flickered slightly.

Ke Zhongyu had no intention of looking away, gazing calmly and naturally.

"Let's eat." The man's low voice sounded as he rose and walked over, bending to take the documents and pen from her hands.

Being too close, Jiang Lai's body tensed slightly, and she involuntarily averted her gaze.

Ke Zhongyu rose and headed to the dining room; after two steps he saw Jiang Lai not following, turned back and asked, "Not hungry?"

Jiang Lai rose and followed.

This wasn't her first time coming to Number One; last time she came to retrieve the letters sent by the siblings from Fuli Yuan.

Back then she was still calm; I don't know why, this time she came with a touch of restraint.

Jiang Lai lifted her head to watch Ke Zhongyu's back; the indoor heating was on, he wore only a white shirt, his tie properly knotted, his legs long and straight, his steps not large, and she caught up in two strides.

In the dining room, Mo Yi had already set out the bowls and chopsticks.

"Young Master, I forgot something; could you trouble the Young Master to fetch it from the kitchen?"

Ke Zhongyu: "?"

When has he ever done this kind of work.

Until his gaze swept over and he noticed something missing on the table, then he turned and went to the kitchen.

In the kitchen's large soup bowl was a bowl of rice noodles, topped with some green scallions and a spoonful of chili.

Ke Zhongyu carried it out and placed it in front of Jiang Lai.

Jiang Lai noticed that only before her were there both rice and rice noodles, plus a table full of dishes in front of her.

Hmm… this way of eating shows at a glance that the person who prepared it doesn't often eat rice noodles.

She looked at Mo Yi: "Do I have to finish both?"

"Of course not, Miss Jiang; eat whichever you like." Mo Yi said with a smile, "Miss Jiang, you can try this rice noodle, I made it myself."

Before, the rice noodles Jiang Lai ate were made by Mo Yi herself, who said homemade was more reassuring; thus Jiang Lai didn't think much and chose to eat the rice noodles.

The dishes on the table served as the sauce.

Jiang Lai picked up her chopsticks, took a bite, lowered her head to eat, pursing her lips as she chewed; she noticed Mo Yi and Ke Zhongyu were both watching her.

Being watched by the two slowed her chewing; after swallowing she asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Yi: "How does today's handmade rice noodle taste?"

Ke Zhongyu's expression tightened slightly.

Jiang Lai nodded: "Delicious."

She took another bite and continued eating.

Mo Yi immediately said with a smile, "Miss Jiang, this is made by the Young Master; even the rice was soaked by him personally yesterday, and the slurry was put into the blender by him…"

"Cough, cough cough!" Jiang Lai choked; her coughing made Mo Yi and Ke Zhongyu nervous, Ke Zhongyu pulled out a tissue and handed it over, while Mo Yi went to get water.

Ke Zhongyu saw her face redden from choking, frowned, and said, "Am I capable of poisoning you or what?"

Hearing that it was his rice noodles made her choke like this.

Jiang Lai stared blankly at Ke Zhongyu; the man's brows slightly furrowed, his expression complex, with concern in his eyes, his fingers twisting a soft tissue to wipe her mouth.

She reached out, took the tissue, and wiped herself.

Lowering her gaze, she said, "No, I don't think you would poison me."

Just shocked.

Shocked that the head of a top-tier aristocratic family would make rice noodles.

Rice noodles had never even appeared on the Shen family's table; Shen Xun didn't even dislike them, he was just unaccustomed.

But Ke Zhongyu and Shen Xun are both natives of A City, so their eating habits shouldn't differ much.

"Miss Jiang, warm water." Mo Yi brought over the water.

Jiang Lai drank a little over half a cup, wiped her mouth corners, and asked Ke Zhongyu, "How did you think of making rice noodles?"

Ke Zhongyu: "To feed you."

He was too direct.

Jiang Lai was momentarily speechless, even feeling an urge to leave.

Ke Zhongyu noticed her toes slightly pointing toward the door.

It startled her.

Ke Zhongyu spoke again: "Reciprocity, you didn't make me those fist-sized buns."

"You forgot what I said."

Jiang Lai couldn't for a moment recall which sentence he meant.

"You've said many things to me, Ke Zhongyu."

Mo Yi beside them murmured, "Or is this the first time someone says the Young Master talks too much, one thing subdues another?"

The voice was too soft, and Mo Yi stood a bit behind the two, so they didn't hear it.

Ke Zhongyu: "Figure it out yourself."

Jiang Lai: "Oh."

The fleeting thought of leaving that had just lingered at Jiang Lai's outstretched hand gradually faded, and she racked her brain, trying to figure out which of Ke Zhongyu's words this situation corresponded to.

Ke Zhongyu sat down again, looking at the bowl of rice noodles in front of her, and asked, "Still eating?"

Jiang Lai picked up her chopsticks again: "Yes."

She ate while thinking, and eventually her mind was filled with this bowl of rice noodles—made by Ke Zhongyu, which was actually quite tasty; she didn't know if he had cut them, but the width of the noodles was fairly uniform.

Actually, Ke Zhongyu doesn't just know how to make rice noodles; he also buys skewers and roasted sweet potatoes at the night market's entrance, and he even eats very spicy skewers……

"Ke Zhongyu." Jiang Lai suddenly called out to him, "Last time you ate those skewers, did your stomach really not hurt?"

Ke Zhongyu looked at her in surprise.

A bowl of rice noodles reminded Jiang Lai of him from a week ago, and of this fortunate thing.

"It's fine." Ke Zhongyu said, "I'm not that incapable."

The only one who's incapable is Shen Xun.

Jiang Lai nodded; although her stomach didn't hurt, she still advised him, "Next time, don't eat something that spicy—it's bad for your stomach."

He was being cared for.

Ke Zhongyu calmly replied, "Hmm."

Jiang Lai continued eating her rice noodles; Ke Zhongyu saw that she seemed unable to recall, and he reminded her again: "Everything is reciprocal. I've told you before—forget the way Shen Xun treats you, and forget the lifestyle system you had in the Shen family."

Mo Yi nodded and chimed in: "Miss Jiang, the Young Master asked me to teach him to make rice noodles precisely to tell you that everything is reciprocal—you make the buns he wants to eat for the Young Master, and he will make the rice noodles you like to eat. You can't assume that just because you like doing something and are used to doing it, it will forever be your responsibility, nor can you take it for granted."

"However, this is the Young Master's first time cooking, so please excuse any shortcomings, Miss Jiang."

Jiang Lai shook her head: "No, it's well done; this bowl of rice noodles is delicious."

She finished the whole bowl.

Ke Zhongyu reminded her: "Don't eat too much, or you'll get food stagnation."

Jiang Lai nodded: "Okay."

"Hmm." Ke Zhongyu's expression remained calm, but he felt relieved inside.

What relieved him wasn't that Jiang Lai had earnestly finished the rice noodles he made, but that she hadn't been moved by a mere bowl of rice noodles.

This is what Jiang Lai most needs to correct.

It's just a trivial bowl of rice noodles.

Ke Zhongyu never imagined that personally making a bowl of rice noodles would make Jiang Lai fall for him.

Then what's the difference between him and that beast Shen Xun?