Chapter 84: Whether it works or not, Secretary Jiang will only know after trying

In the morning, the groceries Jiang Lai wanted were delivered to the door. The person in the lead handed her a price list and a payment code.

After paying, she had them move the things into the kitchen, including vegetables, meat, and seafood.

Since she wanted to thank someone, she had to make it a bit more sumptuous.

According to the table Ke Zhongying gave her, Ke Zhongyu liked Western food.

She could cook Western food too, just not as well as Chinese food.

Shen Xun liked Chinese food, especially fish.

Ke Zhongying left early in the morning, and she was the only one in the large villa.

Before entering the kitchen, Jiang Lai specially sent an invitation message to Ke Zhongyu, starting with "Hello President Ke," the middle was the time and place, and the ending was Jiang Lai's name.

In short, very formal.

Like a minimalist version of an invitation card.

After getting a short response, Jiang Lai sent another message.

【Could I trouble President Ke to bring my box over later? Thank you.】

【Mm.】

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Jiang Lai was wearing an apron, still holding a shrimp in her hand, and walked out in slippers.

Opened the door.

Ke Zhongyu stood at the door, dressed impeccably, holding a basket of fruit and a bottle of red wine.

"President Ke? You're early."

"Not early." Ke Zhongyu looked toward the kitchen and felt he was late.

Stepped inside.

Jiang Lai was thinking about the box, looking left and right, but there was only fruit and red wine.

"President Ke, was my box left outside?"

Ke Zhongyu's footsteps paused slightly, a flash in his eyes, but when he turned to look at her, his gaze was as calm as water: "I forgot."

"Forgot?"

"Mm."

Ke Zhongyu looked at her slightly drooping little face and immediately said: "Next time, I won't forget."

"Thank you, President Ke. Please sit, I'll be as fast as I can." Jiang Lai turned and went into the kitchen.

Ke Zhongyu took off his suit jacket, wearing only a black shirt, a wine-red tie around his neck, and a silver mechanical watch on his wrist, as if it were a collision of calmness and passion, elegant and ascetic.

His long legs walked toward the kitchen.

Accompanied by the sound of the kitchen door opening and closing, Jiang Lai turned back and saw Ke Zhongyu standing to the side, rolling up his sleeves, revealing his sturdy forearms, full of power.

No wonder Ke Zhongyu easily carried her out of the car that day and could even spare a hand to close the door.

"President Ke?"

"Arrange some tasks." He looked at all the things in the kitchen, not expecting so many, "Are we making all of them?"

"Not necessarily." Jiang Lai looked at him blankly, "Can you do it?"

"Whether it works or not, Secretary Jiang will only know after trying personally." Ke Zhongyu's words were ambiguous, even with a hint of profound meaning.

Unfortunately, Jiang Lai didn't understand anything about flirting.

Because she had never had it.

Jiang Lai felt that as a top wealthy heir, he couldn't do kitchen work, so it was better not to add to the chaos.

"President Ke, you'd better wait on the sofa."

Ke Zhongyu said coldly: "Who are you looking down on."

He skillfully took the vegetable basket and stood to the side to pick vegetables.

Picking vegetables skillfully, knowing to use salt to clean vegetables, he had been in the kitchen before.

Jiang Lai was stunned again and again.

Ke Zhongyu noticed she had something to say, glanced at her from the corner of his eye, then withdrew it, only spitting out one word: "Ask."

Jiang Lai asked truthfully: "Why does President Ke know how to cook?"

"Don't ask." Ke Zhongyu wouldn't tell her that he had been enslaved by his biological father since he was a child.

For his father to make a midnight snack for his mother, he could drag his own son out of bed in the middle of the night, saying that since he had a son, he might as well use him.

He didn't know how to cook.

But he knew how to pick and wash vegetables very well.

"Okay." Jiang Lai tactfully didn't ask again.

With Ke Zhongyu's help, Jiang Lai saved a lot of trouble, especially since Ke Zhongyu seemed to always know what she needed, and when she was about to reach out, the thing was already handed to her.

She made Italian seafood soup, avocado garlic shrimp, orange chicken wings, pineapple sweet and sour pork ribs, pumpkin tomato meat sauce pasta, asparagus beef rolls, thick-cut sirloin steak, bell pepper squid, salt and pepper razor clams, and the last dish was ham burrata cheese.

The thinly sliced ham was specially rolled into flowers one by one and placed around the cheese.

While rolling, she suddenly paused.

The plating art was something she had specially learned for Shen Xun, as Shen Xun liked it.

"Mm?" Ke Zhongyu asked her with his eyes what was wrong.

Jiang Lai shook her head, suddenly stopped the action of rolling flowers, and scattered all the flowers she had just rolled.

Ke Zhongyu looked at her meaningfully and didn't say anything.

"Done?"

"Done."

He picked up the last dish and walked out of the kitchen.

Jiang Lai looked at his back as he carried the dishes, and there was an indescribable strangeness in her heart, more of it was bitterness.

In the four years in the Shen family, Shen Xun had never entered the kitchen, let alone carried dishes.

She took off her apron slowly and walked to the dining table.

She remembered the fruit basket Ke Zhongyu brought again, reached out to take it, Ke Zhongyu also reached out, and their fingers touched briefly in mid-air.

Jiang Lai withdrew her hand.

"I'll do it." Ke Zhongyu picked up the fruit basket, went into the kitchen again, took out a white porcelain plate from the cabinet, put the washed fruit in, and brought it out again.

Half an hour ahead of the scheduled meal time.

But it was fine to eat lunch.

The first dish Ke Zhongyu tasted was the steak.

Jiang Lai couldn't help but look at him: "The information Zhongying gave says President Ke likes medium-rare."

"So Ke Zhongying went to find you to send my dietary preferences." Ke Zhongyu chewed the steak elegantly, eating one piece after another.

Jiang Lai knew he was satisfied without him saying it.

Only when President Ke was satisfied could it be considered truly repaying the favor.

The two ate quietly.

Halfway through the meal.

The phone vibrated, and Luo Jiaai sent a message again; the morning class was over.

At the same time.

Shen Xun looked at the time on his watch, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, with a gift hidden on top of the flowers, and opened the car door to get out.

Walked to the front desk of the institution where he bought the class for Jiang Lai.

He was wearing a well-tailored suit, his handsome face carried a smile, and he was holding roses in his hand, which was very eye-catching.

The receptionist blushed just by looking at him.

"Sir, are you here to wait for someone?"

"I'm here to pick up my wife." Shen Xun looked at her, "My surname is Shen, and my wife's name is Jiang Lai."

"So it's Mr. Shen!" The receptionist immediately said, "Mrs. Shen will come out after class, Mr. Shen can sit here and wait for a while."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Mr. Shen, I'll pour you a glass of water." The receptionist brought him hot water and said diligently, "Mrs. Shen is always on time, and the teacher also says Mrs. Shen listens the most seriously. Are Mr. and Mrs. Shen planning to have a baby?"

"Yes." Shen Xun smiled, his gaze involuntarily looking toward the corridor, where people were coming out one after another.

Luo Jiaai had her hair down, wearing a mask, looking down at her phone while walking, and after replying, she moved her neck and chatted with the person next to her.

Just as she was about to reach the front desk lobby, she suddenly heard someone shout: "Mrs. Shen!"

The receptionist walked toward her, smiling brightly: "Mrs. Shen, you are so lucky, Mr. Shen came to pick you up personally and even brought a surprise."

Luo Jiaai stopped abruptly.

"Who?"

"Your husband, Mr. Shen."

"Jiang Lai." A pleasant voice also called out to her. ===== CHAPTER 85 =====