Really, Really Miss You

Chapter 31

Floured Beef Steamed in a Cup (1)

"Mo Qingcheng, what did you do to her?" A figure was leaning against the kitchen doorway. It was Feng Ya Song, who was there to hurry them to bring the dishes out. He had always been someone who would very generously dole out verbal assaults in his young nobleman-style voice. And right now, he was taking good advantage of the opportunity to do so, eyeing Gu Sheng and Toupai over from top to bottom. "Look at how red Sheng Sheng's face is, eh. Worse than a Red Scarf [Young Pioneers of China] ."

The sauce was ready to come out of the wok and, with some fresh chopped scallions, was poured onto the fish.

Such a delicious aroma wafting everywhere.

Toupai finally picked up his dish of fish and then cast a single glance at Feng Ya Song. The latter immediately put away his teasing expression and very submissively, came into the kitchen, picked up the fish, and brought it back out to the table. You know, these days, if you offended Chef Toupai, you wouldn't get any good food to eat ...

After Feng Ya Song retreated, the kitchen was still filled with the whirring sound of the range hood fan. She felt as if the noise had shaken her soul out of her body already, and she seemed to hear herself say, "I'll go out first. I'm not much help anyway..."

What did Mo Qingcheng say?

No idea.

She walked back outside. In the dining room, which was off in a corner beside the living room, everyone was already sitting around the table, a nosy grin on each of their faces as they made room for Gu Sheng. Because of Feng Ya Song's exclamation at the kitchen door, everyone's mind was painting his or her own version of a picture, but the main idea was still the same: Toupai... must have done something naughty.

As for what sort of naughty thing he could have done?

Everybody's eyes were fixed on Gu Sheng. To her left was Jue Mei, who was drinking beer, and to her right was Dou Bing, who was holding a pair of chopsticks and stealing tastes of the food. The star of the show was being closely protected by these two, and everyone else was not given any chance to have any fun with her, k? But just like this, our female lead was focused on the nonstop drinking of her orange juice and was even blushing a brighter and brighter red with each sip...

Toupai's cooking speed was incredibly fast.

His efficiency was completely like that of a head chef of a hotel. The dishes were being brought out, one after another: peppered pork stomach and chicken soup, snow peas stuffed with shrimp paste, yuxiang-flavoured thousand layer eggplant, clear noodles in beef curry soup, spicy black bean clams, sautéed black pepper short ribs, poached "pearls" with conch... and the last dish... yan du xian... TT... This was completely an edible account of how they had met and gotten to know each other...

She had tried to make one or two of these dishes, and although they did not turn out awful, they were nowhere near as enticing as these ones looked. She had not even tasted them yet, and she was willing to bet that they were absolutely delicious.

"Such a feast today, eh." Wwwwk eyes were so wide they were about to fall out. "Just soups alone, there are two different types."

She took a sip of her juice, also staring dazedly at the table of food.

Dou Dou Dou Bing thought she was worried about being teased by everyone and cleared her throat to ask, "Sheng Sheng, how did you initially get into the ancient-style music circle?"

"Me?" Gu Sheng pulled her attention back from the dishes. "Actually... at the start, I was just enslaved by one of my classmates to help her rearrange a song. That's how I came to know of the circle in the first place ..."