Want to Have a Relationship with You | Chapter 68 | A Culinary Disaster | Novela.app

Life and work were two different matters entirely, and Su Jingming required far more private time than Wen Yan did. Every time Wen Yan returned home from work, he never disturbed Dr. Su. Instead, he would virtuously prepare a full table of food and knock on Dr. Su’s door at the perfect time. Each time, Dr. Su would look up from the medical records he had just finished organizing and ask with a smile, "What are we eating today?" Wen Yan would reply, "Sweet and sour pork ribs." Su Jingming always showed great appreciation. As long as it was a meal Wen Yan had cooked, he would make sure to clear every plate. After eating, he would also conscientiously clear the table, wash the dishes, and clean up. No one had ever stipulated who should cook and who should wash the dishes; through a subtle, gradual process, the two had reached a wordless understanding. On this particular day, Su Jingming had a lighter workload. Before Wen Yan had even finished work and returned home, Su Jingming had already prepared the meal. After finishing the cooking, Su Jingming stood before the dining table and fell into deep thought for a moment. Why did the color of these sweet and sour pork ribs look different from the ones Wen Yan made? And this soup... could it even be called soup? Setting aside its thick, viscous consistency, just look at this pale blue-ish purple color... And then there was... The moment the front door opened, Wen Yan smelled an unusual scent wafting through the house. He lowered his head to change his shoes, took off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the sofa, and rolled up his sleeves as he walked toward the dining table. Su Jingming looked up slightly but hadn't spoken yet. "You've made..." Wen Yan scanned the table, not yet sure how to describe this spread of food. "This is your problem." Su Jingming calmly pulled out a chair and sat down, his eyebrows arching slightly. "I paid my tuition, so why is my cooking still this bad? If there were even a few packs of instant food left in this house, tonight’s meal definitely wouldn't look like this!" Wen Yan lowered his gaze. "It is my fault." The arch of Su Jingming’s eyebrows climbed higher. Just as he was about to speak, Wen Yan said in a slow, measured tone, "But I never taught you that sweet and sour pork ribs should be fried until they are charred black before leaving the pan." "..." "Nor did I tell you not to add water to the purple potato, corn, and pork rib soup." "..." "And I didn't tell you to wait until the shredded pork was already out of the pan before adding the green peppers." "..." "And..." Wen Yan frowned. He truly couldn't distinguish what the last dish was supposed to be. It was a pile of sticky, gooey lumps, black in color, and there seemed to be strange, thread-like strands stretching between each lump... Su Jingming gritted his teeth. "That’s candied sweet potatoes!" "Let’s tentatively call it candied sweet potatoes then." Wen Yan asked seriously, "Little Hero, are you sure this is sweet potato?" One couldn't really blame Su Jingming. In his youth, he had spent most of his time either eating out or eating instant food. As long as he didn't have to use his brain and it was edible, it was fine. Wen Yan sighed. He picked up the nearby chopsticks and, under Su Jingming’s uncertain gaze, tried each dish one by one, finally taking a sip of the soup. Only then did he pick up a napkin to wipe the corners of his mouth. Su Jingming looked at him with a hint of anticipation in his eyes. "How is it...?" Wen Yan slowly lifted his eyelids. "Could you get my phone out of my jacket pocket and give it to me?" Su Jingming was puzzled, but he obediently walked to the sofa, took out the phone, and handed it to Wen Yan. Wen Yan took the phone and, while Su Jingming watched with a face full of confusion, uncharacteristically opened a food delivery app. He asked in a calm voice, "What do you want to eat?" Hearing this, Su Jingming immediately became displeased and tried to snatch Wen Yan’s phone away. Instead, he was pulled into Wen Yan’s arms and ended up sitting on his lap. "Don't move." Wen Yan held Su Jingming’s waist, his tone sounding a bit helpless. "Have you even tasted the things you made yourself?" Su Jingming: "Actually, I really wanted to taste them, it's just..." "You couldn't bring yourself to do it?" Wen Yan sighed, pinched Su Jingming’s chin, and leaned in for a kiss. It was a long kiss. It lasted until Su Jingming began thumping Wen Yan’s chest. He looked at Wen Yan in shock. "The last thing you drank was the soup, right? What is this salty, sweet, spicy mess?!!" Wen Yan didn't answer him. He lit up the delivery app again and decisively ordered a few simple, home-cooked dishes. He patted Su Jingming’s backside, signaling for him to get off his lap. Su Jingming, who hadn't yet recovered from the shock, followed Wen Yan’s lead instinctively. By the time he snapped out of it, Wen Yan was no longer in the chair; he only heard the sound of dry heaving coming from the bathroom. Su Jingming: "..." That night, at Lawyer Wen’s strong insistence, Su Jingming was not required to enter the kitchen, not required to enter the kitchen, and not required to enter the kitchen. After this important point was repeated three times, Su Jingming lay on the bed, his mind in a daze as he asked, "Are you disdaining my cooking? You already accepted the tuition fee; you can't go back on your word!" Wen Yan suddenly felt his temples throbbing with pain. He knelt halfway by the bedside, one hand gripping Su Jingming’s ankle, his eyes deep and bottomless. "This master knows, it’s just..." "Just what?" "It’s just that my disciple is too unruly. In this particular matter, you... aren't... putting... enough... heart... into... it." ***