Shen Jing watched the chef leave before she tiptoed carefully towards Zhou Luchen.
It was her first time seeing Zhou Luchen cooking.
Even though he knew she was approaching, he didn't glance at her. He remained indifferent, focused on washing his hands—those well-proportioned, remarkably privileged-looking fingers.
Shen Jing leaned close behind him, tilting her head. "What are you cooking? It smells great."
It wasn't him cooking; the head chef had come personally. Yet, he simply said, "Porridge."
The dishes appeared particularly light and simple, but upon closer inspection, every ingredient was exquisite and rare.
Shen Jing then showed him a video on her phone. "Take a look at the trending searches. You're on fire."
"I've seen it." Zhou Luchen gestured for her to get chopsticks. "Let's eat."
Shen Jing said, "Oh," and took the utensils, following him to the dining room.