PFC Chapter 400: Buying seasonings and putting them in the bedroom.
Chapter 400: Buying seasonings and putting them in the bedroom.
"Guan Ying, could you please go and buy me something?" Ning Yao's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, and a suspicious blush crept onto her ears.
"Okay, no problem. What do you want to buy?"
Guan Ying thought it was something serious and was nervous for a while, but it turned out that she was just asked to go out and buy something.
As Ning Yao's bodyguard, these errand-running and shopping tasks naturally fell to her; it was all part of her job.
"It's that thing that men and women use to prevent pregnancy. Any brand is fine, um, as long as it's thin and light."
"Okay, I'll go right away."
As soon as Ning Yao finished speaking, Guan Ying's face flushed red. She pretended to be nonchalant, got up, and hurriedly walked out.
She's never had a boyfriend, but she knows about things between men and women, and basic hygiene is something anyone who's been to school knows.
After watching Guan Ying walk out the door, Ning Yao pursed her slightly dry lips.
She wanted to buy it herself, but Guan Ying would go with her and see what she bought.
It would be better to let Guan Ying go directly. She can go to the kitchen to check the heat of the pear soup, which she specially learned from Mr. Bocuse.
Ning Yao thought to herself: Let's use Wen Tingye, who recently went to the desert, as a guinea pig.
Guan Ying had just left the house when Wen Tingye arrived, and the two even bumped into each other in the hallway.
Guan Ying nodded politely to Wen Tingye, then quickened her pace and rushed out, as if she were participating in a 100-meter sprint, giving it her all.
Wen Tingye glanced at Guan Ying's retreating figure for a moment, but didn't think much of it and strode upstairs.
Ning Yao heard the sound of a lock being opened coming from the kitchen doorway. She peeked out suspiciously and looked over with her clear eyes.
Wen Tingye appeared at the entrance. Today, he had changed out of his usual shirt and suit pants and was wearing a sporty T-shirt. He had shed his usual dignified aura as President Wen and looked more like a handsome senior from college.
"Where did Guan Ying go out to? She seemed to be in a hurry," Wen Tingye asked casually as he took off his shoes.
"Oh, it's nothing, I just went to buy some seasonings for the kitchen." Ning Yao lied through her teeth, and did it convincingly.
Wen Tingye had no suspicions. After taking off his sneakers, he walked to Ning Yao's side in his slippers and naturally hugged her from behind.
"You cooked yourself?" Wen Tingye rested his chin on Ning Yao's shoulder, his deep eyes sweeping over the stove in front of him.
“Yes, I learned it from Mr. Bocuse, to pass the time.” Ning Yao’s heart skipped a beat when she heard Wen Tingye’s voice so close to her, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around the base of the large white porcelain spoon.
"Want to be a virtuous wife and loving mother after marriage?" Wen Tingye teased in a low voice.
"You're overthinking it." Ning Yao put down her spoon and moved to the side to get the spice jar.
The spice jars were placed rather high. Bocuse ware is large, so these spice jars and ingredients were placed on top of the kitchen cabinets, especially the ones that were not used often.
Even though Ning Yao is considered tall, she is still a bit shorter than Bogus.
The woman stood on tiptoe, stretching her arms to reach the spice jars in the cupboard, but she couldn't touch them no matter how long she tried.
Especially with Wen Tingye pressing down on her from behind, Ning Yao could hardly move an inch.
Wen Tingye chuckled softly, seemingly charmed by Ning Yao's appearance. He easily reached out and took a golden jar, placing it into Ning Yao's palm.
Is this what you wanted?
Ning Yao nodded, not minding that Wen Tingye had teased her for a while, and focused all her attention on the pear soup that was about to be cooked.
"You don't need to deliberately learn how to make pear soup. Marrying me is a blessing. We have a cook at home. You can ask them to make it whenever you want. If you don't like their cooking, I can make it for you myself. My wife, Wen Tingye's wife, never lifts a finger." Seeing Ning Yao looking dazed, Wen Tingye was genuinely a little worried about her going in and out of the kitchen.
Although he really wanted to eat Ning Yao's food, he would rather not eat it than risk the woman clumsily hurting herself.
"I'm not training myself to be your cook, it's just a hobby." Ning Yao rolled her eyes at Wen Tingye, but her voice softened considerably, carrying a hint of coquettishness.
Just as Ning Yao was about to unscrew the jar, Wen Tingye suddenly reached out his hand, his left palm instantly enveloping the woman's slender hand, making her grip the bottom of the spice jar firmly. Then, he reached his other hand around the back of Ning Yao's neck and up to her chest to unscrew the spice jar.
The spice jar opened with a click, and Ning Yao was touched by Wen Tingye's hand. Her heart fluttered for a moment, and she quickly took the spice jar from him. Unfortunately, her hand trembled, and she accidentally dropped the entire spice jar into the pear soup pot.
The moment the soup splashed, Wen Tingye pulled her into his arms to protect Ning Yao from the scalding water.
Ning Yao let out a low wail, quickly pushed Wen Tingye away, and rushed forward to try and salvage the pear soup she had been simmering for half an hour.
It was too late by then; most of the Bocuse d'Or honey paste had melted and mixed with the pear soup.
If you were to drink this soup, it would probably be so sweet it would be suffocating.
In her haste, Ning Yao forgot that the pot was already hot and had been burning for over thirty minutes. As a result, her fingertip had barely touched it when she gasped for breath and frantically shook her hand to relieve the pain of the burn on her finger.
Wen Tingye reacted quickly, grabbing Ning Yao's slender wrist and pressing her close to the sink. He then turned on the tap and rinsed the woman's pale, reddish finger in cold water for over ten minutes.
Throughout the ordeal, Ning Yao was held in Wen Tingye's arms. Wen Tingye was a bit of a germaphobe, but he didn't bother to clean the soup stains on his clothes. He focused on holding her hand and repeatedly rinsing her wounds.
"Does it still hurt?" Wen Tingye frowned unconsciously and asked in a deep voice.
Ning Yao shook her head. It was just a light touch that caused it to turn red. It was only because her skin was so delicate that the color appeared dark.
Wen Tingye felt extremely sorry for Ning Yao and immediately picked her up in his arms, not letting her walk on her own.
Just as the two walked to the living room sofa and were about to sit down, Guan Ying returned carrying a large bag of things.
"Boss Ning, I've bought what you wanted. Shall I put it in your room?" Guan Ying was naive and spoke without thinking. She knew these things wouldn't be used elsewhere, so of course they should be kept in the bedroom.
She had no idea that Ning Yao had lied to Wen Tingye, saying that she had asked Ning Yao to go out and buy seasonings.
The two hadn't coordinated their stories, and sure enough, they slipped up in front of Wen Tingye.
Upon hearing this, Wen Tingye raised an eyebrow and looked at the slender woman in his arms, saying in a low and unhurried voice, "Why are the seasonings kept in the bedroom?"