Chapter 82: You Want to Eat the Food I Cook?

When Meng Yi’er came downstairs after changing her clothes, she saw Yan Yichen already dressed neatly, facing the staircase as he sat at the dining table, which was laden with dishes. He was looking down at his phone, obviously waiting for her.

Upon hearing footsteps, Yan Yichen looked up and saw Meng Yi’er descending the stairs in a white dress. Having mingled in the entertainment industry for years, Yan Yichen had seen countless beautiful women, yet in that moment, as his gaze lingered on Meng Yi’er, he was utterly stunned.

Her features were as delicate as a painting; her skin was like sculpted jade. She radiated an ethereal beauty. Her fair face, untouched by makeup, was tinged with a rosy glow from her recent bath. Her long hair, naturally black, looked tousled and soft from the blow dryer, exuding a lazy elegance as it draped over her slender shoulders like seaweed.

The white dress hugged her curves, revealing slender arms and a refined collarbone. The hem was just right, offering a glimpse of her straight, slender legs. The contrast of black hair and white dress, her delicate neck, and her innate fragility and innocence wove together an unparalleled allure.

This woman possessed a fatal charm for him. She always had, but now even more so.

Yan Yichen gazed at her as she walked gracefully toward him, his eyes shimmering and his lips unconsciously lifting in a smile.

“Wow, so much delicious food!” Meng Yi’er sat across from him, taking a deep breath as the aroma of the dishes filled the air.

“Did you make this?” Ravenous, Meng Yi’er picked up her chopsticks and began to eat without reservation, exclaiming as she tasted the dishes, “Mm, it’s really good... It’s been so long since I’ve had food this delicious.”

When she received no reply for some time, Meng Yi’er, engrossed in her meal, looked up at Yan Yichen in confusion.

He had a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, his dark eyes deep and unwavering as he stared at her, lost in thought.

She had never seen Yan Yichen so absent-minded. He was always cold, indifferent, and lazy. This unfamiliar side of him made Meng Yi’er a little flustered, her pretty face tinged with pink.

After hesitating for a moment, she asked again, “Yan Yichen, what are you thinking about?”

He snapped out of it, the smile fading, replaced by his usual calm demeanor. He raised his brows slightly, his voice pleasant.

“Hmm? Nothing.”

Meng Yi’er let out a breath and smiled softly. “Did you cook this?”

“Takeout,” Yan Yichen replied coolly, picking up his chopsticks for a bite.

Takeout?

This didn’t quite resemble the usual takeout she ate. Could takeout really taste this good, look so refined?

“Takeout, ah. I thought you made it yourself.” Hearing the disappointment in her voice, Yan Yichen suddenly looked up, his gaze sharp.

“You want to eat my cooking?”

They had spent the morning at the pet hospital, followed by a series of troublesome events. Neither had eaten lunch, and now it was already past four in the afternoon.

Thinking she must have been hungry for a while, Yan Yichen knew cooking would take too long, so he ordered takeout instead.

Though it was takeout, it was worthy of being called a five-star meal.

It was from Jingquintang.

As everyone knew, Jingquintang was the most popular, traditional-style restaurant in Haishi, famed for its organic and health-conscious cuisine. Every dish there was crafted from the simplest, healthiest organic ingredients, yet the results were astonishingly refined and delicious.

The place was always packed; not only was it impossible to get a seat during meal times, but even at other hours, tables were scarce. Moreover, their food wasn’t available for takeaway.

To taste Jingquintang’s dishes was no longer a question of how much money you had.

As it happened, Jingquintang was one of the Yan family’s businesses.