Tycoon: I Have an Unlimited Modifier novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122: Chapter 95: I’ll Really Just Sit

’That said, she has a good Physique. She should be recovered by today, right?’

Qi Sheng: "Go wash up. I’ll be there in a bit."

Zong Rui: "No, no, no! I was wrong! Just give me a day off, please!"

The memory of how Qi Sheng had "tormented" her yesterday resurfaced.

Zong Rui couldn’t help but squeeze her long legs together as a stinging pain still pulsed through her.

Qi Sheng: "I swear, I’m really just coming over to sit for a while."

Zong Rui: "Don’t try to fool me. I don’t believe you’re not trying to ’do’ something else."

Qi Sheng: "..."

Qi Sheng hadn’t expected Zong Rui to be so online, getting that kind of joke in a second.

Seeing that Qi Sheng had gone silent on his end,

Zong Rui let out a smug little hum, contentedly drying her long, damp hair.

’Does he really think I’m some naive girl fresh out of college?’

’My technique might be lacking, but I’m definitely not short on knowledge.’

But her smug satisfaction evidently didn’t last long.

An hour and a half later, Qi Sheng appeared at her apartment door.

After agonizing for a while, Zong Rui still opened the door for him.

She saw Qi Sheng carrying bags of all sizes, filled with vegetables, steak, salmon, and other ingredients.

Only then did Zong Rui remember that her own cooking skills were atrocious; she could only make simple fitness meals.

Back when she lived with her best friend, Qu Man, Zong Rui was always the one waiting to be fed.

"Um, my cooking isn’t great. Maybe we should just eat out."

’I can’t just serve Qi Sheng a weight-loss meal, can I? That would be too embarrassing.’

"Why eat out? You just relax and lie down. Wait for me to show you what I can do."

Qi Sheng stuffed the completely empty refrigerator until it was full to the brim.

It cost a little over five thousand in total, but seeing it filled him with a great sense of accomplishment.

"You can cook?"

Zong Rui was utterly astonished. It just didn’t seem possible, no matter how she thought about it.

’Aren’t rich young masters like him supposed to be the type with high standards but no actual skills?’

"Just try not to swallow your tongue after you taste what I’ve made."

Looking at the astonishment and doubt written all over Zong Rui’s face, Qi Sheng could already picture her shocked expression later.

’Yes, I have to take a picture to commemorate this.’

’Oh well,’ Zong Rui comforted herself. ’It’s sweet of him to try. No matter if it’s a culinary disaster, I’ll make sure to eat a lot.’

She tried to console herself with this thought, but she still held no real expectations for Qi Sheng’s cooking.

But soon, Zong Rui discovered she was about to eat her words.

but his most impressive skill was still just Cantonese cuisine.

Besides, the credibility of Tang Pavilion’s three Michelin stars was ridiculously inflated anyway.

Once everything was done, Qi Sheng, who had been ready for this, took out his phone.

He aimed it at the utterly dumbfounded Zong Rui and snapped a few "unflattering" photos.

"What are you taking pictures of me for?"

Zong Rui finally snapped out of it, realizing what a fool she must have looked like.

But looking at the exquisite dishes, which looked like they came straight from a high-end Cantonese restaurant, she almost couldn’t bear to take the first bite.

"Now you know how amazing your man’s cooking is, huh?"

Qi Sheng loved seeing his woman look so impressed.

Other women tried to capture a man’s heart by cooking delicious food for him.

With him, it was the other way around.

"Mmm-hmm, it’s amazing."

How could she dare argue with this smug jerk?

She quickly took out her phone to take pictures, planning to post them on social media later to show off their lovey-dovey life.

’Since Qi Sheng has this talent, I’ll have to make him cook for me more often in the future.’

’Worst case, I’ll just have to reward him a few more times.’