Chapter 963 Specially Made to His Taste

Chapter 963: Chapter 963: Specially Made to His Taste Chapter 963: Chapter 963: Specially Made to His Taste Rong Yan fanned her tongue with air and said with a smile, “Tastes good, doesn’t it? This is one of my special dishes.”

“Do you have other special dishes?” Li Shengxiao looked at her.

Rong Yan’s eyes brightened, full of cunning agility, “Haven’t you already tried it? It’s the boiled beef I made last time.”

“Little Baby likes boiled beef, so I learned how to make it specifically.”

Strictly speaking, boiled fish and boiled beef can be considered the same type of dish. It’s just that there’s a slight difference in taste.

Li Shengxiao thought she would mention a dish he hadn’t tried before, but it turned out to be boiled beef. His taste buds remembered the spicy and stimulating taste faster than his memory, and he frowned slightly.

Compared to boiled beef, her boiled fish was several notches better.

Rong Yan didn’t know if Li Shengxiao could hear her inner assessment, the little woman’s eyes suddenly sparkled as she looked at him, “You wouldn’t be thinking that my boiled beef isn’t as tasty as the boiled fish, would you?”

Li Shengxiao, “…”

With an I-knew-it look, Rong Yan said, “That’s because I didn’t add chili peppers. Didn’t you notice? Aside from Sichuan peppercorns, I only added a few dried chilies for flavoring, so you didn’t find it spicy.”

Authentic boiled fish requires a lot of chili peppers and is prepared in the same way as boiled meat slices, preferably by sprinkling a layer of chili powder on top and then pouring over boiling hot oil.

But she had skipped this step.

Because he couldn’t eat spicy food.

She knew he couldn’t.

“Cui Jiangjing was just on the phone with me a few days ago, telling me to watch your stomach and nagging me not to let you eat spicy things anymore. He said that if your stomach keeps suffering, you won’t have to wait until we’re married before you die young and gloriously fall in battle,” Rong Yan said.

Rong Yan didn’t really want to admit how annoying Cui Jiangjing was—the call lasted over half an hour, going on and on with the same few sentences.

‘Don’t let Shengxiao skip meals, pay attention to his routine, and don’t let him drink too much. His stomach can’t handle the irritation,’ blah blah blah, just like an old mother. She had said she understood many times, but he wouldn’t hang up. He kept on until he was sure she had fully memorized his words.

“He’s got too much time on his hands,” said Li Shengxiao, speaking calmly, but his words were filled with murderous intent.

Rong Yan was momentarily embarrassed, “Doctor Cui is also concerned about you, and that last part was just him joking with me. You know what his personality is like—he enjoys talking like that. He doesn’t truly wish for you to die young and ascend to heaven. You’re not allowed to give Doctor Cui trouble, or else I’ll look like a gossip in his eyes.”

“Hmm,” Li Shengxiao gave a noncommittal response, picked up another piece of fish, and found it tasted even better than before. Especially realizing it wasn’t spicy, his mood improved. He didn’t pay much attention to Rong Yan’s request not to settle scores with Cui Jiangjing.

He ate exceptionally well for this meal.

Rong Yan was truly hungry, eating even more, and together they almost finished off the dish, soup, and entire fish. She stood up, ready to tidy up the bowls and chopsticks.

The distinguished man opposite her unexpectedly stacked the bowls and chopsticks before her, “I’ll wash them. You go rest.”

“Do you know how?” Rong Yan was more concerned about this.

Li Shengxiao’s eyes caught the flickering candlelight as he loosened his sleeve and rolled it up inch by inch, revealing his strong wrists, “I’ve washed them once.”

Rong Yan thought carefully, searching her memory for a while before recalling the time he was referring to.

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