69novels 032 Interactions between couples
032 Interactions between couples
The range hood in the kitchen started making noise.
Wang Zhe worked quickly, and in less than half an hour, two meat dishes and one vegetable dish were ready.
The braised prawns are a vibrant red with an irresistible aroma. The twice-cooked pork is rich yet not greasy, and the garlic sprouts are a vibrant green. It's served with a refreshing stir-fried bok choy with minced garlic.
"Dinner's ready!"
Wang Zhe carried the plate out of the kitchen, followed by Song Zhiyi carrying rice and bowls.
The study door opened, and Jiang Di came out. She looked a little tired, but her eyes were bright, clearly indicating that she had studied very efficiently just now. However, her walking posture was slightly strange, and she took very small steps.
"Wow! It smells so good!"
Jiang Di's eyes lit up the moment she saw the dishes on the table, and her earlier awkwardness vanished instantly.
The three sat around the dining table.
Song Zhiyi ladled out a bowl of rice, took a bite, and her eyes widened slightly: "This rice... how did you cook it so well? Each grain is distinct and shiny, much better than my mom's."
"That's the technique," Wang Zhe said casually, serving himself a bowl. "When cooking rice, add a few drops of cooking oil to the rice cooker, and keep the water level at the first joint of your index finger. Rice cooked this way is perfectly cooked, soft yet firm, and fragrant."
"I see, I've learned something!" Song Zhiyi smiled and looked at Jiang Di. "Try it, isn't it delicious?"
Jiang Di was starving. She shoveled a big mouthful of rice into her mouth and nodded vigorously, "Delicious! Everything Wang Zhe makes is delicious!"
After saying that, she was about to sit down and enjoy the meal.
However, the moment her bottom touched the chair, Jiang Di's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, her body jerked up slightly as if she had been electrocuted, and then she carefully and slowly sat down again.
She only sat on one-third of the chair, and shifted from side to side several times, as if she couldn't sit comfortably no matter how she sat.
Wang Zhe sat opposite her, taking in the whole scene.
He knew the reason, of course. Not long ago, even though he hadn't used his full strength, it was enough to make that buttock red, swollen, and hot for quite some time.
Seeing the girl's pitiful state of wanting to eat but fidgeting, Wang Zhe couldn't help but feel a pang of pity, and then he recalled Song Zhiyi's suggestion in the kitchen earlier...
Wang Zhe picked up his chopsticks, took out the largest braised prawn, carefully peeled off the shell and removed the head, leaving only the red and white prawn meat.
Then, he put the shrimp meat into Jiang Di's bowl.
"Eat more, it'll help your brain." Wang Zhe's voice was very natural, as if it were just an ordinary action.
Jiang Di was stunned.
She looked at the peeled shrimp in the bowl, then looked up at Wang Zhe, her big eyes filled with a surprised and bewildered expression.
You know, this is the first time this guy has ever served himself food. What's going on today?
"What are you looking at? If you're not going to eat it, I'll take it back." Wang Zhe pretended to reach for his chopsticks.
"Eat, eat, eat! I'll eat!" Jiang Di quickly protected the bowl, stuffed a shrimp into her mouth, her cheeks bulging, and said indistinctly, "But I can pick it up myself, you don't need to..."
Song Zhiyi sat beside them, slowly eating her vegetables, her gaze shifting between the two of them, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.
Wang Zhe was still observing Jiang Di's reaction, and felt that the girl didn't seem to have any reaction.
The force seems insufficient.
As Song Zhiyi said, since they are already a couple, and he wants to give her enough security and motivation, then this level of interaction is obviously too childish.
Think back to how doting you were on Song Zhiyi when you were deeply in love in your previous life.
Wang Zhe's gaze fell on the glistening twice-cooked pork on the plate.
He reached out with his chopsticks and picked up the piece of meat.
The meat, a perfect mix of lean and fatty pieces, was covered in chili oil and fermented black beans, and was still trembling slightly.
He placed the meat on the edge of Jiang Di's bowl.
Jiang Di was about to reach out her chopsticks to take the food when she smiled and said, "Thank you. Why are you like this today..."
However, just as her chopsticks were about to touch the piece of meat, Wang Zhe suddenly twisted his wrist.
The piece of meat didn't fall into her bowl; instead, it remained suspended in mid-air.
Jiang Di's chopsticks missed, and the tip of her chopsticks hit the rim of the bowl with a crisp sound.
She looked up in confusion.
Wang Zhe didn't speak, but leaned forward slightly, holding the piece of meat with his chopsticks, and brought it to Jiang Di's mouth.
Open your mouth.
Two simple yet powerful words froze the air in that instant.
Jiang Di froze completely.
Her pupils dilated slightly as she looked at the flesh so close to her, then at Wang Zhe's deep, calm eyes.
Feeding... and in front of Song Zhiyi?
This was a huge shock to Jiang Di, a seemingly rebellious but innocent young woman.
"Hurry up, my hands are getting tired," Wang Zhe urged, pushing the meat forward again until it touched her soft lips.
Song Zhiyi, who was standing next to her, put down her chopsticks, rested her chin on her hand, and watched the scene without blinking. She looked so interested that it was as if she was watching an idol drama.
Caught between the two men's gazes, Jiang Di felt as if her entire face was burning, and her ears were ringing.
Shameful, so shameful!
Jiang Di slowly opened her mouth.
Wang Zhe put the twice-cooked pork into her mouth, the tip of his chopsticks gently tracing her warm tongue.
"Well……"
Jiang Di subconsciously took it in her mouth, feeling that the fresh, fragrant, spicy and numbing flavor seemed to explode.
Wang Zhe put down his chopsticks, smiled, and asked, "Is it good?"
Jiang Di was speechless.
She chewed mechanically, her face as red as a hot iron. She didn't even dare to look at Song Zhiyi next to her, and could only stare intently at the rice bowl in front of her, wishing she could bury her head in it.
But my heart is beating so fast.
It was so fast it felt like it was about to burst out of his throat.
At this moment, Song Zhiyi picked up her chopsticks and put her bowl back down, but her movements were much slower than before. She looked at Jiang Di, who was eating obediently with a flushed face, and then at Wang Zhe, whose expression remained unchanged.
She smiled, picked up a piece of green vegetable, put it in her mouth, and chewed it vigorously.
"It's so sweet." Song Zhiyi exclaimed out of the blue.
Wang Zhe glanced at her: "I added very little sugar, just to enhance the flavor, it shouldn't be sweet."
Song Zhiyi: "..."
Jiang Di finally swallowed the piece of meat. She secretly raised her eyelids and quickly glanced at Wang Zhe.
She quickly lowered her head again, picked up a piece of pork ribs that Wang Zhe had made, and muttered softly, "You should eat more too."
As she spoke, she put the ribs into Wang Zhe's bowl.
Reciprocity is key.
Wang Zhe looked at the ribs in the bowl and smiled.
It seems Song Zhiyi's strategist's plan really worked. This girl is now as obedient as a cat whose fur has been stroked.
He didn't notice that the strategist Song next to him was staring at the piece of rib, his eyes narrowed.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.