Doting on Mr. Su (36) Kitchen God, Heaven's Daily Book

  To some extent, cooking dinner with two people is really a very troublesome thing.

  He is picky about my knife work, saying that the cutting is uneven, the meat does not cut along the grain and has no bite, and then again that tomatoes should be cut into small pieces to dissolve easily, and onions need to be soaked in water...

  My enthusiasm was gradually worn down by his nitpicking, and after holding back again and again, I finally couldn't bear it anymore. With tears welling up in my eyes from the onions, I glared at him: "If you don't like my cooking, go find someone else! Stop standing in front of me and getting on my nerves!"

  "Oh, don't cry, I won't say it anymore." He spoke in a tone that was used to coax children, and while wiping away tears, he said: "Now we're rich! We haven't even spoken two sentences and gold beans are falling from the sky. From now on, you don't have to go to work, with you by my side, I'll be a millionaire."

  The tears that were brought out by the onions fell down with a patter, and I couldn't help but laugh: "Su Hao, you're so annoying! People who say you're cold and arrogant must be nearsighted or have astigmatism! You're too annoying!"

  I couldn't hold back tears anymore, I escaped from the operating table and ran to the bathroom at a flying speed to wash my face, with both eyes swollen like a rabbit.

  Onions are really annoying...

  Despicable Su Hao loves eating despicable onions...

  I was thinking of wearing goggles to isolate the onion fumes, and when I got back to the kitchen, he had already chopped the onions for me. I went over to check on his eyes in surprise, but they were just a bit red, without any tears.

  He trapped me between him and the operating table, leaning in close with a sigh: "Although it's great to see you cooking for me so happily, but when I see tears streaming down your face, all I can feel is heartache."

  I knew he was a smooth talker all along. Except for that period before he went abroad, we never quarreled and he always had ways to tease me into laughter.

  The person I know now is still very good at coaxing people, but his words are like honey from a honey jar, sweet enough to reach people's hearts.

  I was sweet-talked by him, and in my heart, a ripple of honey spread out circle after circle... On the other hand, I didn't want to admit such an embarrassing fact, so I hypocritically said: "It's not that I'm moved, it's just that you made me cry with your nitpicking!"

  "Yes, yes, yes, whatever my future wife does is fine. I just couldn't bear to lay a hand on you, so I deliberately made you angry and ran away. So, unmarried wife, how about letting me take over the kitchen as an apology?"

  Let's go to the kitchen?

  Isn't that just him cooking?

  That's not okay, how can a girl be beaten by a man in cooking skills? I asked reluctantly: "Isn't there any other option?"

  "Yes."

  "Then just forget it, why bother with the kitchen!"

  He smiled wryly: "Are you sure?"

  “……”

  His way of smiling makes me wonder how to be sure? From inside out, it's all sneaky and bad, so obvious that it makes people wonder how to be sure? I seriously hesitated and re-elected: "Why don't you just say what options there are..."

  "a, kitchen is available, b, I eat you, c, you feed me, d, I feed you, multiple choices are allowed."

  I turned around and looked at him in disbelief. How could two relatively simple options be mixed together among the four options? It doesn't seem quite reasonable considering the difficulty of this question...

  Thinking about it this way, I feel like there's either a conspiracy or a scam going on here, and we need to investigate further: "CD, explain yourself!"

  "Ah, this..." His eyes sparkled with teasing: "A, you feed me to my heart's content; B, I feed you to your heart's content. I have many ways to make you choose A, want to try?"

  He practically told me outright: So you can only choose A.

  Because his hands had begun to wander around my waist, that unforgettable memory awakened, I decisively chose A and ran out of the kitchen without daring to stay for a second, my face was white or red I didn't know anymore, anyway the temperature was rising.

  His low laughter sounded from behind, so pleasant.

  I lay on the sofa with a pillow in my arms, feeling resentful and unwilling to accept that I was defeated by an onion and its enthusiast.

  The dinner battle in the kitchen is fierce and intense, it's hard to tell who will win or lose.

  In terms of kitchen ownership, he won.

  But from the perspective of being served, only cutting beef and tomatoes, and half an onion, I took advantage of the remaining half hour sitting and waiting for food.

  I bought a big pile of ingredients he likes, but he only made two dishes that he liked, and the remaining four were all my favorites. The key is that his cooking skills are much better than I expected, not at all like Su's mom who can only stir-fry eggs, making me wonder if he learned to cook somewhere along the line.

  Originally, after high school, in order to improve the quality of my life living alone, I skipped class every afternoon to learn cooking. Every day, I made dishes that I loved to eat, which easily led to overeating and a sharp increase in weight... As a result, I changed to drinking milk and eating eggs every morning, having good meals at noon, and eating fruits in the evening.

  Self-control in eating is a very painful torment.

  My mind was elsewhere and I was thinking of something distant when Mr. Su's inquiry came: "Not to your taste?"

  He was very confident in his cooking skills and only asked about the taste.

  "I hastily nodded: 'Exceedingly delicious beyond expectation, I'm a bit suspicious that you might have used flavor magic while cooking!'"

  He burst out laughing and said, "Aren't you always supervising?"

  "It's not like I'm a supervisor..." I explained with some embarrassment: "A supervisor would openly and honestly look, but what I did was clearly sneaking a peek..."

  It's only when he turns his back on me that I dare to look, isn't this what they call peeking?

  He then asked: "What's your impression of peeping?"

  “……”

  I recall that at the time, it was somewhat hard to imagine, Mr. Su, who appeared to be a gentleman on the surface but had a dark heart, with a height of 1.87 meters, wearing a cotton-padded jacket with sleeves rolled up, revealing his light wheat-colored forearms; an apron was folded and tied around his waist, which couldn't even cover half of his straight long legs...

  Mr. Su gives me a feeling of being somewhat dissonant in my subconscious, but very harmonious visually.

  His clean and efficient knife work, the rhythmic four-beat pause when chopping quickly, the elegant ease when chopping slowly... and the fluid motion of cooking, like a seamless micro-operation.

  He amazed me.

  Unlike the initial stunning of a particular feature of the cooking teacher, Mr. Su stunned me as a whole person. If someone's cooking can make people feel delightful, then it must be a bonus for the taste, just like I do now, feeling that his dishes are unexpectedly delicious!

  He asked me about my impression of peeping, and I could only say: "You make me even more fascinated..."

  It's not just the woman who is charming in the living room and kitchen, but also the man.

  "It seems that in order to attract you, I'll have to compete with Zhang Shu for the kitchen from time to time." He raised an eyebrow, his expression serious yet playful.

  Still competing with Zhang Shu for the kitchen? I held back my widening mouth: "I don't know if Zhang Shu will also be affected..."

  "Are you okay?"

  "Ah ah!" I nodded with a sigh: "The blow is not light! You are so capable in your life, why do you need a wife?"

  He put down his chopsticks, picked up the cup beside him and took a sip of water before smiling: "I married you to accompany me for the rest of my life, not to be a cow or a horse. As long as you're good and stay with me, that's enough."

  I blinked and remembered Shen Qiwei's previous words about her ideal marriage requirements, so I asked: "Is this saying 'you're in charge of making money to support the family, and I'm in charge of being beautiful like a flower'?"

  "Correct." He replied without hesitation.

  I thought of Shen Qiwei.

  When she first said that, she definitely didn't think that today would become a strong woman-like existence. The girl's heart at that time is now unknown where it was discarded, and she has been upgraded from princess to queen.

  After dinner, I went downstairs with Mr. Su for a hundred steps, and we both wore only one long down jacket over our home clothes, mine to my feet, his to his knees, which were bought in Chaoyang last year but hadn't had time to wear yet, the tags still on.

  I was still complaining about Mr. Su when I handed him the name tag.

  "Chasing after Yang this habit of pretending to be rich is absolutely inherited from my uncle, for the opening of some classmate's business that I haven't seen in 800 years, he not only gives gifts but also makes an appearance, when others buy a car he gives them a gas card, when others open a store he swipes his card, when others open a restaurant he can't help but spend money to get a free meal..."

  Mr. Su patted my head: "Just think of him as accumulating connections, friends who help during setbacks are not temporary." He also held my face and kissed me: "He's already so big, he'll have his own judgment, you should worry more about me, huh?"

  Every time she ends with a "huh?", I feel that it's **not just a little bit, and I don't know if he's doing it on purpose or if the sound itself is like that.

  Anyway, it's all because of him, as long as he has a mind to, I absolutely can't escape, I've seen through it clearly.