Chapter 0292: Cooking

Zhao Fusheng's trip to the library was just an excuse; his real purpose was to call home.

Speaking of which, he felt helpless, because neither his parents nor Li Yuan had ever asked him about living together with Fan Baobao.

That's right, as if these two people didn't exist, the three elders hadn't even made a single phone call.

First, he went to the library to return the borrowed books. Then, walking into the corridor, he dialed his father's mobile phone again.

Fortunately, this time the call went through.

“Son, has Baobao gotten up?” Zhao's mother's voice came through. Clearly, she knew why her son was calling.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly: “She's up, exercising at home. I came to the library to return books.”

Then, lowering his voice, he said: “Mom, what are you playing at? I don't know what to do.”

Zhao's mother chuckled: “Silly child, your father and I are creating opportunities for you two to be alone. Are you stupid?”

Pausing, she continued: “Besides, it was your aunt's idea. I only agreed after hearing her say that.”

Huh?

Zhao Fusheng stood there stunned. After a moment's thought, he understood Li Yuan's intention.

In the end, Li Yuan still hoped that he and Fan Baobao would get together sooner.

But was it really okay to set up her own daughter like this?

Shaking his head helplessly, Zhao Fusheng said to his mother: “Mom, don't meddle. Let us handle our own affairs, okay?”

“Both of you are too shy. If we don't step in, who will?” Zhao's mother snorted. “Let me tell you, I'm waiting to hold a grandchild. If you delay that, I'll disown you.”

With his mother issuing such an ultimatum, Zhao Fusheng knew he had no room to resist. After all, he knew his mother's temperament well—if she spoke like that, it meant the matter was set in stone.

With a sigh, Zhao Fusheng had no choice but to hang up.

At that moment, Fan Baobao was looking around with curiosity. She had planned to clean, but found that the living room was nearly sixty square meters, comparable to an ordinary family's entire home. There were two sets of sofas and a wool carpet.

A lush green view by the floor-to-ceiling windows was very relaxing. The living room connected to an open kitchen, surrounded by various appliances in a U-shaped layout, clearly designed.

Next to it were a bathroom and two storage rooms. Roughly estimating, the downstairs alone was nearly 150 square meters, plus the upstairs which might be the same size. Fan Baobao couldn't understand why Zheng Yao bought such a big house—did she have too much money?

Even with her shallow knowledge of real estate prices, she knew that the cost of a house here was unaffordable for ordinary people, whether buying or renting. Yet Zheng Yao had simply bought it.

“That Zhao Fusheng must have some secret with President Zheng,” Fan Baobao muttered to herself, feeling a bit indignant.

In her view, if there were no special relationship, simply because Zhao Fusheng needed to write the following plan, Zheng Yao had no reason to provide him with such a good place to live.

But even though she thought this in her heart, Fan Baobao still cleaned the room.

She moved some inappropriate items in the living room to suitable places, glanced at the kitchen, and Fan Baobao's previously extinguished chef soul blazed up again.

Stubborn people often have a flaw: the more they fail at something, the more they want to do it well.

Just like Fan Baobao, the worse her cooking was, the more she wanted to cook.

So when Zhao Fusheng returned from the library, what he saw was Fan Baobao in casual home clothes struggling in the kitchen.

Hesitating for a moment, Zhao Fusheng stepped back, intending to sneak away quietly.

But unfortunately, the sound of his opening the door was heard by Fan Baobao, who shouted loudly, "Zhao Fusheng, come and help."

Zhao Fusheng sighed, resigned to his fate, and walked over: "I said, wasn't it agreed that I would cook?"

Actually, he really hadn't planned to let Fan Baobao cook anymore. After all, as a middle-aged man who cherished women, Zhao Fusheng was somewhat reluctant to let women, especially young and beautiful ones like Fan Baobao, cook.

Of course, this also had something to do with Fan Baobao's attribute as the queen of dark cuisine.

"Then I'll help you?"

Fan Baobao, who had spent half the time just cutting vegetables, hesitated and decided to honestly give up the position of head chef, but she still volunteered to help Zhao Fusheng with something.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and looked over Fan Baobao's current attire: a set of casual sportswear. She was already beautiful, and with the added bonus of a housewife attribute, even Zhao Fusheng was quite immersed in this pleasant atmosphere.

But half an hour later, seeing black smoke rising from the oil pan in front of him, and even some oil stains splattered on the wall, Zhao Fusheng's mouth twitched as he looked at Fan Baobao: "Why did you throw the meat in?"

"Didn't you tell me to put the meat in?" Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng with a aggrieved expression.

Zhao Fusheng's mouth twitched again. The oil pan was already smoking black, miss!

Seeing Fan Baobao's gloomy expression, as if she felt useless and was about to walk outside, Zhao Fusheng sighed helplessly: "How about this: you help me wash the vegetables, and I'll teach you a few home-style dishes, such as..."

Before he could finish, Fan Baobao, who had just looked exhausted, pitiful, and on the verge of tears, swiftly turned around and appeared in front of Zhao Fusheng, her face clearly written with the words 'I can, I can do it.'

Even Zhao Fusheng, who had weathered many storms, felt somewhat overwhelmed when facing her eager gaze.

"Forget it, you're a beginner. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Pushing too hard isn't good," Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao nodded vigorously. Clearly, although she didn't know when Zhao Fusheng had learned to cook, compared to her own dark cuisine, at least what he made was edible.

In the kitchen, the two figures lingered there. Zhao Fusheng's voice rang out: "Wash the cucumber first. Let me tell you, cucumber is actually a great thing. Not only can you eat it, but it's also very useful..."

The midday sun shone through the window on people's faces, very warm, just like the atmosphere in the kitchen at that moment, like the taste of home.