An Yin stopped her actions upon hearing the man’s voice while eating, her cheeks bulging with food, and looked at the soup in front of her. She mumbled, "Sho... sho..." A simple thank you turned into "shoe shoe" because of her unclear speech. After speaking, An Yin blushed and lowered her head to eat, feeling like a thousand horses were galloping in her heart. Bao Shaojin openly looked at her, a faint smile gracing the corners of his mouth. If anyone else were present, they would certainly feel that his attitude towards the young girl was like patiently coaxing a child, with great care and attention. An Yin ate three bowls of rice, and after eating her fill, she put down her chopsticks. When she looked up, she found the man leisurely staring at her. His gaze was so direct that it was hard to ignore. When An Yin got nervous, she liked to clutch at her clothes more and more tightly. She looked at the few dishes left unfinished on the table and anxiously asked, "Did you make these dishes?" "Do you like them?" Bao Shaojin didn’t answer her question but instead asked leisurely. An Yin paused and honestly answered, "It’s pretty good." For her answer, Bao Shaojin was satisfied, "I’ll take you to eat next time." An Yin looked at him in surprise. So, did he mean that he didn’t cook them? Bao Shaojin noticed the shocked expression on the young girl’s face, a layer of gentle light appearing in his deep eyes. "When you were in the bedroom, Assistant Lin sent them over," Bao Shaojin said abruptly. So that’s how it is, An Yin thought to herself. Why did I foolishly ask him earlier? An Yin pondered gloomily. The man appeared so noble and aloof; how could he possibly cook? Bao Shaojin saw the hint of embarrassment on the young girl’s beautiful face and calmly said, "If there’s a chance, you can try my cooking." His tone was cold and indifferent, yet it sounded like an invitation. An Yin slowly held her breath, her heart pounding chaotically. She lowered her head, not knowing how to respond, and seeing the table full of dishes, she volunteered, "I’ll wash the dishes." "Someone will come to clean up later," Bao Shaojin reminded her. "No need to trouble others," An Yin stood up and started collecting the dishes and chopsticks. Bao Shaojin watched her hurriedly tidying up the table, the dim light floating in his deep eyes. The young girl lowered her head, her long hair brushing against her porcelain-white, pure side face. In the next moment, Bao Shaojin watched her stack the dish bowls one by one. As he watched her attempt to carry the pile of tall ceramic bowls to the kitchen as if performing a juggling trick, Bao Shaojin took a deep breath. "You take the chopsticks and the soup bowl, leave the rest to me," Bao Shaojin said. An Yin looked up in disbelief, not expecting the man to help, "Okay." Next, An Yin took the chopsticks and soup bowl, following closely behind the man. The kitchen in Bao Shaojin’s apartment was open-plan, and in recent years, he rarely stayed here. To him, this apartment held special significance as it was the house he bought with his first earnings. The two of them stood in front of the cleaning sink, and An Yin stared in a daze at the fully automatic dishwasher above. "Do you know how to use it?" An Yin looked up at the man beside her. Bao Shaojin looked at a line of English on the appliance, confirming its name, and lowered his voice, "No." Bao Shaojin wouldn’t tell her that he only just realized there was a dishwasher in the kitchen. Previously, the family had hired help, so he never had to deal with such chores. An Yin leaned closer to the dishwasher, bending down to look around, and nearby was a detailed operation guide. She carefully opened the cabinet, "Let’s put the dishes in first." Bao Shaojin watched the young girl’s serious demeanor and snorted softly. The modern kitchen was serene and peaceful, with a faint scent lingering in the air—a fragrance from the shower gel. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩 The young girl’s slender figure moved busily, while the man stood by, ready to listen to her instructions. When the dishwasher started cleaning, An Yin was startled by the sound of spraying water and instinctively took a step back. An Yin exclaimed in surprise, and she could clearly feel herself stepping on the man’s foot. She quickly took a step forward, turned around to look at the man’s foot, "Are, are you okay?" Bao Shaojin looked at the clumsy young girl, his gaze lowered, the dark eyelashes hanging down, "It’s nothing." Her weight was light, stepping on him wasn’t heavy, it felt like a cat’s scratch. An Yin reached out to pat her chest, trying to soothe her inner panic. "Sorry." An Yin’s eyes lingered on the man’s stern face, speaking softly. The young girl’s voice was as clear as a melody sung in a secluded valley, very pleasant to hear. Bao Shaojin glanced at her, "Your strength couldn’t hurt me." The man’s thin lips lifted slightly, his words were domineering and forceful, leaving An Yin unable to refute, and the bit of guilt in her heart dissipated because of his remarks. An Yin pouted her rosy lips, bypassed the man and walked towards the outside. Bao Shaojin followed her leisurely footsteps. When they arrived in the hall, An Yin noticed that the coffee table had already been tidied up, spotlessly clean. Earlier, she was sitting on the sofa with Jiang Keke, she remembered Keke drank a lot of alcohol. After that, her memory was not very clear. An Yin went to the sofa, frowning deeply. No matter how hard she tried to recall, she couldn’t remember. An Yin took out her phone from her pocket, unlocked the screen, and mumbled, "Keke drank a lot, could she have run out?" As she said this, she prepared to call her friend with a worried look. Bao Shaojin, hearing her mumbling, his already cold face darkened instantly, and before she could call, he directly snatched her phone. "Why are you taking my phone?" Looking at her empty palm, An Yin blinked her bright and clear eyes at him. "No need to call, I saw A Cheng personally picking her up when I came over." The man slightly raised his brows, his deep voice clear and strong. His sharp eyes reflected a brilliant light when he said these words. "Oh." An Yin’s black and white eyes watched him, "But there’s no need to snatch my phone." "I’ll keep it here for now." Bao Shaojin stood in place, his cold eyes looking at her. His tone was firm, not like negotiating, but informing her instead. "Why?" An Yin thought she heard it wrong. After all, how could a grown man snatch her phone? It didn’t make sense. Under the radiant light, the man’s tall and slender figure stood before An Yin, their eyes inadvertently meeting.