Chapter 11 Let’s talk again
The next day, Shen Nanxi woke up at daybreak.

I checked the time on my phone and it was only six o'clock. I wanted to sleep a little longer, but I wasn't sleepy at all, so I had to get up.

I opened the curtains and saw a drizzle outside the window. The raindrops fell one after another, forming a rain curtain that blurred the beautiful scenery of mountains and waters outside the window.

He went to the cloakroom to change his clothes, and when he passed by Xie Jingwei, he deliberately walked lightly.

When she came downstairs, the servant was cleaning. When he saw her, he stopped and called out, "Madam."

Shen Nanxi nodded and smiled, then went straight to the kitchen.

The kitchen is divided into Chinese and Western cooking environments, separated by an island in the middle.

Xu Ma and Wang Ma were picking out the fresh ingredients that had just been delivered this morning. When they saw Shen Nanxi, they stopped and lowered their heads, saying, "Madam."

The Xie family is very strict with their subordinates, and every move must be according to the rules.

Shen Nanxi: "You guys continue with your work, don't worry about me." She took a look at the ingredients and picked out a few that she needed and placed them on the counter.

Xu Ma: "Madam, do you want to make breakfast?"

Shen Nanxi: "Yeah."

Wang Ma: "Do you need help?"

Shen Nanxi shook her head: "No, just do your own thing."

Xu Ma and Wang Ma nodded and continued to work.

After Shen Nanxi prepared the ingredients, she turned to get kitchen utensils from the cupboard and found that someone was standing at the kitchen door.

He was tall, had long legs and a graceful appearance. He was wearing a pure cotton long-sleeved white T-shirt, a very ordinary style, but he wore it in a dashing, unrestrained and romantic way.

With his arms folded over his chest, he leaned against the door frame and stared at her motionlessly, his eyes full of curiosity and inquiry.

Shen Nanxi ignored his gaze and continued with what she was doing.

Xie Jingwei raised his eyebrows and walked into the kitchen.

"gentlemen."

Xu Ma and Wang Ma spoke at the same time.

Xie Jingwei winked at them, and they lowered their eyes and tactfully left the kitchen.

Xie Jingwei walked to Shen Nanxi and asked, "Making breakfast?"

Shen Nanxi: "Yeah."

Xie Jingwei looked at the jade-white tofu slices in the bowl and asked, "Sugar syrup tofu pudding?"

Shen Nanxi hummed and said, "It's tofu pudding, but it's salty."

Tofu pudding has always been divided into two flavors: salty and sweet.

In Hong Kong, tofu pudding is usually eaten in the form of dessert. Shen Nanxi wants to make Sucheng tofu pudding, which is salty.

Xie Jingwei: "Why do you want to do this?"

Shen Nanxi lowered her head and chopped green onions carefully: "My dad loves it."

Shen Nanxi's mother is from Suzhou. She is not good at cooking, but she is very good at making tofu pudding.

The tofu is fresh, tender and smooth, and it breaks when you bite it. It is covered with a fresh and spicy juice. It feels refreshing, hot and tender in one bite. Eating it in the summer will make you sweat, which is the most comfortable thing.

Shen Mushan loves to eat it. Every time he eats, he would have a big bowl full. After finishing, he still looked unsatisfied. He would lick the corners of his mouth and look at the bowl.

Unfortunately, Shen’s mother is in poor health and doesn’t cook it often. She only makes a bowl of it during the hottest time of the year in summer.

Or, when Shen Mushan was feeling sad, didn't speak, was in a daze and didn't want to communicate, Shen's mother would bring a bowl of tofu pudding to his room to comfort him.

Shen Nanxi knew that Shen Mushan was afraid of seeing a doctor, so she wanted to follow her mother's example and comfort her father.

Xie Jingwei curled the corners of his mouth, said no more, rolled up his sleeves, and helped Shen Nanxi.

Shen Nanxi only knew how to cook a few dishes, but she was not very good at them. She repeatedly measured the temperature, measured the seasonings, and used the kitchen utensils. After working for a whole hour, she still didn't get anything done.

Except for that bowl of salty tofu pudding.

Xie Jingwei sighed: "Let me do it."

Shen Nanxi was surprised: "You can cook?" Xie Jingwei took out the apron and put it on. He turned around and asked Shen Nanxi to help him tie the belt at the back. "You know I was naughty when I was a kid. My mother couldn't control me, so she threw me abroad and sent a housekeeper to look after me. She only gave me a few hundred yuan a month. We lived a tight life. We couldn't even go to a decent restaurant. If I didn't cook, I would starve to death."

Shen Nanxi paused as she was tying her apron.

She and Xie Jingwei had known each other since they were three years old. The first time they met, Xie Jingwei pushed her into the swimming pool and she almost drowned.

Jiang Wanrou punished Xie Jingwei on the spot, but still not satisfied, she locked Xie Jingwei in a small room at home and starved him for a day and a night before releasing him.

Every year after they met, Xie Jingwei looked at her with deep hostility, and he often pulled her hair, snatched her toys, and pretended to be a ghost to scare her.

Later, when they grew up, Xie Jingwei went to study abroad and their interactions stopped.

We didn’t discuss marriage until last year.

They met again.

The hostility in Xie Jingwei's eyes did not decrease, but sometimes, other emotions would be mixed in. Shen Nanxi saw it twice and just thought that Xie Jingwei was dissatisfied with this marriage, and his disgust turned into hatred.

Later, Xie Jingwei started a company and confronted her in every way, which also confirmed this idea.

Shen Nanxi naturally kept a distance.

"Nanxi, what are you thinking about?"

While Shen Nanxi was still slow, Xie Jingwei had already turned around and looked down at her.

His eyes lingered on the strands of hair by her ear and he reached out to tuck them behind her ear.

Shen Nanxi was silent for a few seconds before saying, "I'm wondering why you married me."

She married to deal with Shen Mushan, but what about Xie Jingwei? Why marry someone she hated?
Xie Jingwei smiled, his voice somewhat pleasant: "Do you want to hear the truth?"

Shen Nanxi: "Yeah."

Xie Jingwei: "I like you."

Shen Nanxi was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "This is a bit too true."

I picked up a handful of vegetables and went to the island to wash them, ending this boring topic.

Xie Jingwei is a good cook and he cooked seven or eight dishes in a row, all of which were delicious and tasty.

When the dishes were placed on the table, Shen Mushan was surprised and delighted, and Jiang Wanrou couldn't contain her joy as well, and she praised the two of them highly.

Shen Nanxi: "Mom, this is all Victor's credit. I didn't do anything."

Xie Jingwei placed his hand on the back of Shen Nanxi's hand and held her fingers affectionately: "Who said you didn't do anything? Helping in the kitchen is just as hard."

Watching the young couple showing affection, Jiang Wanrou smiled so much that her eyes disappeared: "That's right, that's right."

Shen Mushan picked up the tofu pudding in front of him, scooped a spoonful, put it in his mouth, and tears welled up in his eyes with excitement: "This is the taste!"

He put down his spoon and took a long sip along the edge of the bowl.

Put the smooth and delicate tofu slices into your mouth, bite them open with your teeth, and you will find the hot tofu pudding wrapped in soup, which is salty, fragrant, fresh and spicy! It is so delicious that I almost swallowed my tongue.

The familiar taste awakens the most unforgettable memories deep in Shen Mushan's heart.

With every sip, the hot taste burned from the throat to the heart, and even melted the tears, which were swallowed down along with the tofu pudding.

"dad."

Shen Nanxi looked at Shen Mushan's appearance and called out worriedly.

Shen Mushan wiped his tears and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I just miss your mother."

The ingredients were limited, so only one bowl of tofu pudding was made. Shen Mushan ate it all before eating other dishes, with tears in his eyes.

Shen Nanxi sighed secretly.

Xie Jingwei picked up a piece of egg pancake for Shen Nanxi and asked softly, "When will you make me a bowl?"

Shen Nanxi looked at him: "Hong Kong's taste is different from ours."

Xie Jingwei: "I like everything you do."

Shen Nanxi's eyes turned: "Let's talk about it later."

(End of this chapter)