Chapter 163: Little Wolf Cub and Big Bad Wolf (1)

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Upstairs, Ji Chi, who was conducting an online meeting, said, “I have some sudden matters to attend to. We’ll continue tomorrow.11

On the screen, a man said, “President Ji, it was quite a challenge to gather all seven regions. Please don’t reschedule. It’s just two hours, quite fast.11

Ji Chi spoke sternly, “There’s a deal more important than listening to your reports. It’s urgent.”

As the screen dimmed, Ji Chi walked out. He stood at rhe doorway, leaning against the entrance, stretching his legs. His smile beneath the light was both enchanting and sinister, arms crossed as if waiting for something, yet he didn’t open the door.

He raised his hand, glanced at his watch, his smile growing broader.

Jiang Junlin took the elevator; it wouldn’t take him long. Ji Chi lazily tapped his watch with his finger.

Though he was impatient, he, too, was waiting for Jiang Junlin to take the initiative and open the door.

Just as the door lightly creaked, Ji Chi went through the motions of opening it after Jiang Junlin had already pushed it open. “Chairman Jiang, my apologies, the meeting is keeping me occupied.”

Jiang Junlin tossed a box of “Qilin” fruit to him, expressionless. He changed his shoes and walked inside. Ji Chi put down the fruit and handed him a bottle of soda. Taking his phone, Ji Chi said, “Perfect timing. I’m hungry too. Let’s order takeout. Given your appetite… how about seafood congee?”

“I’m hungry! ” Jiang Junlin said expressionlessly. He had eaten half a bowl of plain congee at Gu Ci’s place and was actually hungry.

Ji Chi set down the fruit and opened a bottle of soda water for him. Taking his phone, Ji Chi suggested, “Perfect timing, I’m hungry too. Let s order takeout. Given your appetite… how about seafood congee?”

Jiang Junlin twirled the soda water with his finger, looking at Ji Chi. “You do it.”

Setting down his phone, Ji Chi stood across from Jiang Junlin. Leaning forward on his hands placed on the table, he smiled dangerously. His tone was harsh, “In the middle of the night, you’re picking a fight?”

“If you don’t cook, I’m leaving!” Jiang Junlin stood up and headed for the door.

“I want Buddha Jumps Over the Wall!” Jiang Junlin’s cold voice interrupted Ji Chi’s contemplation. Despite his sensual and ostentatious demeanor, his tone was icy.

“What is Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?” Ji Chi asked, puzzled.

Jiang Junlin blinked, squinting at him. He couldn’t tell if Ji Chi was genuinely confused or pretending. Seeing Jiang Junlin’s silence, Ji Chi, accustomed to the man’s temper, didn’t expect a response. He grabbed his phone, searched for it, and then scowled, “I’m convinced you’re just trying to provoke me.”

Who would even cook this? It’s complicated and takes hours.

“I’ll make steak for you. Eat it if you want!”

Jiang Junlin sat leisurely. Ji Chi’s apartment was beautiful with expansive floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides, providing a stunning view of the night. Their recent relationship had eased due to some special circumstances, but tension still lingered. Jiang Junlin sat by the window, drinking soda water, though his mood wasn’t as wonderful as the scene.

“Do you know how to cook Chinese cuisine?” Jiang Junlin asked.

“I don’t!” Ji Chi had struggled to survive alone abroad, managing to cook simple meals. Until he turned sixteen, having a hot meal was a luxury. Coffee, milk, and bread were the norm. Later, he learned some basic cooking, simple frying and grilling, the quicker, the better. But with the intricacies of Chinese cuisine, he never attempted it. After returning to China, he ate more Chinese food, but overseas, he leaned towards Western cuisine.

Ji Chi s culinary requirements were simple- just fill his stomach; taste didn’t matter.

Spending even a minute cooking every day made him feel like a fool.

Jiang Junlin finished his soda water, irritation in his eyes. He had cooked for Gu Ziyu, why not for him?

He tugged at his collar, unbuttoning the top three buttons of his shirt. The usually stern man took on a hint of allure in the night, a touch of charm. Ji Chi’s gaze landed on him briefly, the image burning into his mind.

“Ah!”

Jiang Junlin glanced over as Ji Chi turned around. His smile grew even more charming, his dimple deceiving. His soft, beguiling smile contradicted his identity as a cunning little wolf.

The scent of butter wafted through the room. Ji Chi, dressed in black and white loungewear, possessed a handsome back. Jiang Junlin picked up his phone and inadvertently shook it while snapping a picture of Ji Chi cooking, causing the image to blur.

Wanting to take another shot, Ji Chi turned around and asked, “Vegetable soup?”

Jiang Junlin pinched his phone, nodding. Ji Chi added vegetables to the high broth and began simmering the soup.

He grabbed his phone and searched for how to make broth. He discovered he had the ingredients to make ham and duck soup at home. He watched a video on it and felt he had learned how to do it.

He chopped up the ham and duck legs, simmering them to create the broth. After extracting the broth, he took out the ham and duck legs. Besides adding salt, he left out everything else. He set them aside and used blotting paper to absorb the oil, malting the broth appear clear. He took a sniff and found it quite fragrant. He felt that he had learned from the video with just one watch; he had a knack for this.

He added the vegetables to the broth to simmer.

Ji Chi said, “Chairman Jiang, can you cook?”

“I can’t!”

Ji Chi nodded, “If you can’t cook, then you just torture people. Impressive!”

“You don’t have to cook.”

Ji Chi chuckled, “I love cooking the most.”

Ji Chi was truly enjoying this moment. His serene home suddenly gained a lively atmosphere. Jiang Junlin sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, occasionally engaging in conversation.

These days were much more pleasant than their previous confrontations.

The living room was too quiet. While Ji Chi was simmering the soup, he turned on the TV. Neither of them had any interest in what was on, and Ji Chi’s luck was unfortunate -there was a performance by pianist Xu Youli on the news.

Xu Youli was beautiful and had an elegant demeanor, radiating like a dazzling fairy on stage, even more eye-catching than many top celebrities.

Jiang Junlin seemed entranced by the piano melody. He rested his hand casually on his knee, watching the TV intently.

A wicked idea surged within Ji Chi as he changed the channel to a financial news program, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “My apologies for disturbing Chairman Jiang’s sophisticated taste.’1

Jiang Junlin sneered, “You caused someone to break their leg. Have you apologized?”

“I sent a floral arrangement.”

Jiang Junlin frowned, “Floral arrangements are for rhe deceased..”

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