Rebirth of a Fashionista: This Life Is Soo Last Season

Chapter 130 - Car Accident

"You're sober now?"

In the car, Shen Zhining looked at Sheng Jiaoyang with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

Sheng Jiaoyang blinked and continued to pretend by raising her hand to support her forehead. "Ouch, I'm still a little dizzy..."

Sheng Jiaoyang's attempts to win Shen Zhining's favour seemed to have worked quite well. In the past, Shen Zhining would've grown tired of her pretense long ago. But now, not only was he not disgusted by it, a smile was also hidden in the recesses of his eyes.

"There's no need to continue feigning."

He paused and unhurriedly added, "I know exactly how you behave when you're drunk."

Boom!

Sheng Jiaoyang seemingly heard the sound of her rationality collapsing.

She couldn't help remembering that morning where he'd said, "That was how you bit me yesterday night. Last night you said you liked me and asked me to kiss you. I refused, so you..."

I jumped on him and grazed his lips?

And then?

Sheng Jiaoyang bit her lower lip, and for the first time, she was secretly annoyed at her 'great memory'. That annoying dream was impossible to get rid of and lingered in her mind.

She secretly turned her head to take a look but, to her surprise, Shen Zhining was also looking at her.

That gaze was as deep as a lake void of ripples, but it was in fact surging violently below the surface.

Sheng Jiaoyang thought that she was thick-skinned, but her cheeks flushed a tint of red anyway. She had to say something to divert her attention. "What do you want to eat for dinner?"

"What can you cook?"

Sheng Jiaoyang thought about it very seriously and solemnly replied, "I can't cook anything that normal people can cook."

Shen Zhining stared at her for a moment. He'd probably never seen anyone with such poor cooking skills speak in such a righteous manner.

"Well...it's not that I don't want to cook. It's because I really can't cook. In the past, after Mei Niu ate the food I stir-fried, she went straight to the hospital to have her stomach pumped," Sheng Jiaoyang's eyes flickered as she spoke. This was the truth, and after that incident, Mei Niu had never let her in the kitchen again.

"I saw the oil painting hanging on the porch, the colours match well," Shen Zhining suddenly said something completely unrelated.

Sheng Jiaoyang was caught off guard by the praise. She remained in a daze for a few seconds before recovering her senses. "Thank you."

Shen Zhining then added, "The cocktails you make are also very tasty. These things need to be mixed in proportion, otherwise a tiny mistake could affect the whole process. You can do these well, but can't cook a simple, edible dish?"

"Uhh..." Sheng Jiaoyang's eyes shifted around before she asked, "Can you cook?"

Shen Zhining remained silent.

Seeing him like this, Sheng Jiaoyang knew that he'd never cooked before. "Don't underestimate the word 'cooking', there's a lot of philosophy behind it. Mixing drinks and painting are, in my opinion, quite simple. I just need to grasp and master the proportion and composition. But, cooking isn't the same as no one weighs the amount of salt and seasoning beforehand. Even if you follow a recipe, it only mentions a spoonful, a little, or the approximate amount. How much is a spoonful? How much is a little? How much is the approximate amount? There's also heat control; how is this measured? Besides, ingredients aren't handled the same way, and cooking methods are also different. Ingredients cut in small pieces are suitable for stewing, while shredded ones are suitable for stir-frying. There are simply too many aspects to pay attention to!"