If You Dare To Marry Me, Then I Do Too - Chapter 4

Dinner with the mouse

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Seeing me bent over with laughter , the dead mouse became a little embarrassed and giggled as well.

“Hey, young master Mouse, it’s okay if you don’t know how to cook. Men won’t be despised for not knowing how. At least I won’t!” I teased him with a smile.

“Hey, that’s normal for a bachelor like me. I’m too lazy to do it.” He scratched his head.

This action made him look very cute, putting off the vigilance in my heart and making me relaxed. I don’t know why I feel an indescribable affection for him. Is this what they call fate?

“Then let’s go upstairs. I can cook some home-made dishes. I won’t say I’m good, but it’ll at least be edible.” I smiled faintly.

To be honest, I don’t really eat much at restaurants. Not to mention the taste, I think they’re totally unhygienic. The food may seem colorful and full of flavors, but who knows how much health-impairing ingredients they put in it.

I would rather cook for myself. I won’t need to worry, just have a good time!

He lives on the fourth floor. When he opened the door I felt a refreshing feeling as I walked inside.

The house was relatively large with three bedrooms and two living rooms. The decorations were simple, but the color and furnishings looked very antique. Classical earthy yellow and mahogany dark red. It had a very artistic flavor.

There were some print artworks with strong features hung on the wall. He probably made that himself.

Under a wide wall mirror was a large tree stump ornament inside an antique vase. There were some plum branches, and hanging dots of pink plum blossom buds on it. It looked very nice.

He also had an open study. A speaker was on and from it I could hear my favorite classical music with a pipa playing, “Zhao Jun Going out of the Fortress”. It felt like water flowing back and forth into several rooms, quietly washing the dust in the air, full of wonder and unrestrained by bitterness…

The quaint environment with the melodious classical music made me feel comfortable. For a moment I was fascinated!

I have a feeling that this man is special. At least I think so!

“You did the interior design of this room yourself, right? I like it. It looks so simple and elegant. I’ll definitely ask you in the future to be the interior designer of my house.” I looked around carefully and couldn’t help but smile and give compliments.

“Yep, I designed it according to my own preference. It is very simple. I didn’t think you’d like it.” His face glowed with excitement.

My face became hot. I quickly turned my head and pretended to look at the balcony. I dare not look him in the eye!

He opened a glass cabinet and took out a teacup and filled it with hot tea. The faint aroma filled the air. I went over and turned the air conditioner. A torrent of hot air came out and covered the place with warmth.

I took a few sips of the hot tea, took off my coat, put it on the sofa, then went straight to the kitchen. The last time I ate was 11 am. At this time, I was so hungry that I felt dizzy and weak. I probably could eat ten bowls or eight plates of servings.

Dead mouse also followed in and rushed to wash the vegetables, saying that the water was too cold and he was afraid my hands would freeze. It didn’t seem like he was flirting. Rather, he looked very sincere.

I think he’s a very caring man, one who knows how to cherish the jade. Not bad, hehehe!
I pursed my lips and chuckled.

We talked while he was washing the dishes and I was cooking the food. In no time, I made spicy crucian carp, boiled beef, a plate of potato snacks, a plate of scrambled egg with tomato and a large bowl of sweet and sour tofu soup.

Sinche he’s a Sichuan person, I cooked Sichuan cuisine dishes.

I have to thank my father for teaching me to cook Sichuan dishes. I’m a bit picky when it comes to eating but I prefer eating Sichuan dishes so that kind of forces me to buy ingredients to experiment with cooking Sichuan cuisine. Over time, although I wasted a lot of ingredients, I finally learned to cook strong flavored Sichuan dishes.

Though it could not be compared to dishes made by professionals, ordinary people like it.

While we ate, he kept on praising my cooking skills, saying that he had never seen a girl who could calmly come up with so many dishes while laughing and talking. I was also a Hunan native, so he admired me more since I knew how to make his hometown food when I’m not even from there.

The exaggerated admiration on his face made me want to cook a few more dishes to stun him more!

There is a saying that goes like this, “Good words give warmth in cold winter, bad words give chill in June[1].” His praises for me are really good to hear, like a fresh spring breeze, cool until the end. No wonder high officials and ministers, even the pretentious sons of heaven[2] like to be flattered.

The feeling it gives is the same as flying! How wonderful is this!

However, without waiting for me to enjoy this self-indulgence and complacency, the dead mouse had already been reincarnated into a starving ghost, eating one plate after another. His face was red, he couldn’t stop eating.

I couldn’t help but laugh and secretly feel smug. Under the rigorous teachings of my parents for ten years, and the painful experience of ripping up nine thousand nine hundred and eighty recipes, coming up with a few dishes is simply child’s play.

If I use my creative skills again, I’m afraid that this mouse would be so shocked he might actually die!

Uhhhh, in order to keep my fake lady image, I had to force myself to be humble. I kept responding, “It’s no big deal, this is just a minor accomplishment. You flatter me.”

I really want to grab my hair and beat myself up. When did I become such a hypocrite!

The dead mouse was too busy to care about my false modesty and said quickly, “Let’s eat now, let’s eat. If we don’t eat it now, it’ll go cold.”

He said as if he had just been released from prison.

This man really isn’t cute, but he’s really amusing!

But then I thought of the reason why this dead mouse acted like a reincarnated starving ghost. Maybe he didn’t really think that my dishes were good. Maybe he just wanted to compliment my dishes to flatter me. Maybe he was just really hungry, he hadn’t eaten anything in a day.

If he really is pretending, then this seemingly honest man is just too cunning! A wolf in sheep’s clothing!

Of course, only he knows the truth.

I shook my head and laughed, not interested anymore in playing the lady-like role and instead buried my head in the plate like the dead mouse and ate.

Perhaps because my stomach is relatively small, I don’t eat that much, especially for dinner. I rarely eat staple food like rice or bread, at most I’ll eat porridge and some side dishes. But the exaggerated gluttony of this dead mouse aroused my appetite, and five dishes were gone like the wind.

I looked at him and laughed as I saw the naked plates.

After picking up the plates and chopsticks, he rushed to wash the dishes saying that the oil was not good for a girl’s skin.

I smiled and let him do it. It doesn’t matter if a man doesn’t know how to cook. But if he can’t even wash the dishes, then he simply can’t be forgiven!

He quickly cleaned up the kitchen, and he did it very diligently. We sat on the sofa watching TV after, and talked about some random topics. We had a blast.

“Luo Luo, it was really nice to meet you. I didn’t expect that your cooking would surprise me more than your bragging and nonsense. I felt at home for the first time because of our meal. Thank you!” He looked at me, his eyes bright and eager.

“Felt at home, your ass. I just made you a home-made meal. Do you have to be this serious? This is making me embarrassed!” I laughed dryly and turned my gaze to the TV, hiding my inner panic.

In fact, this is also my first time cooking for a man I don’t even know.

When the dead mouse said those words, it made me feel strange. My thoughts became a bit confused!