“Then, what is it you want to ask me? If I can answer, I definitely will.”
Bai Ningbing said this, for she never intended to hide anything from Lin Guanqi.
Seeing her attitude, Lin Guanqi finally voiced the doubt in her heart.
“You’re obviously so powerful, so why do you always refuse to act? I believe those excuses you made last time weren’t what you truly wanted to say. I’m asking you now—please tell me the truth.”
Bai Ningbing’s body stiffened, then she replied softly, “Have you ever seen anyone who honestly volunteers to be a black slave? I haven’t, at least I wouldn’t. If someone else is always sacrificing unconditionally for everything, you’ll just end up exhausted.”
Lin Guanqi didn’t quite understand the true meaning behind Bai Ningbing’s words.
If she told her now, perhaps she wouldn’t be able to accept it?
A day passed.
It was strange—nothing actually happened between the two of them, and according to Bai Ningbing’s past personality, that would have been hard for Lin Guanqi to believe.
After making breakfast, Bai Ningbing came to the bedside to wake Lin Guanqi. Since when had she ever been this gentle?
“Come down and eat. Yesterday was my fault, I shouldn’t have treated you so roughly. From now on, I’ll treat you well.”
Lin Guanqi frowned. Could there be poison in the food? Was this her last meal?
She couldn’t help but draw in a cold breath, then went downstairs, only to find an ordinary table of steaming hot dishes. There was still a wok in the kitchen, just used and not yet washed. Could it be, this meal was really homemade?
Bai Ningbing seemed like a pampered young lady, hardly the type to cook.
Could she have just learned to cook on the spot?
Lin Guanqi glanced at her hands—no burns or scars, and the kitchen was spotless, not at all like the aftermath of a novice’s attempt.
“You actually know how to cook? I had no idea!”
This was the first time Lin Guanqi had ever sincerely praised Bai Ningbing, so she was overjoyed.
“Mm, I can cook. Because, you’re the first to eat my cooking. There’s more dishes, let me bring them out.”
With that, Bai Ningbing headed toward the kitchen, casting a glance at Lin Guanqi before picking up three kraft paper bags from the floor—inside were pre-ordered takeout meals.
“Whew, almost didn’t make it in time.”
Beside the pile of takeout, there was other kitchen waste as well.
“What is kitchen waste? These are just my little failures. How can you call failed dishes kitchen waste? Do you even know how to write a novel?”
Bai Ningbing plated the cola chicken wings she had prepared.
Then, she sprinkled on a bit of fresh chopped scallion as garnish—the purpose was to make it look like the dish had just been made, since scallions quickly lose their color.
“Ta-da! Here’s the last dish—cola chicken wings, your favorite, right?”
Lin Guanqi was just about to pick up her chopsticks, but then felt something was off. How did Bai Ningbing know her favorite dish was cola chicken wings? That was a little unbelievable.
Lin Guanqi knew very well that in this world, she’d never eaten cola chicken wings before—this was her first time. No matter what happened, it was like Bai Ningbing could see through all her thoughts.
So even if you’re no longer Xu Jiaojiao, but Lin Guanqi, your preferences haven’t changed a bit.
Looks like I wasn’t wrong—you really are the Xu Jiaojiao I know!
Whatever! Of all things, eating comes first!
With that, Lin Guanqi no longer hesitated. The craftsmanship—absolutely top-notch!
Every bite was full of rich meat aroma, the sauces mingling perfectly.
“So… delicious!”
The taste was every bit as good as any Michelin restaurant.
Of course.
Because this takeout came straight from a Michelin restaurant. To get Michelin to deliver takeout, Bai Ningbing had spent quite a sum.
Michelin Head Chef (with a bit of an accent): “Impossible! We of Great Chu would never deliver takeout!”
Bai Ningbing: “Add 100,000 delivery fee!”
Michelin Head Chef: “In that case—absolutely! Of course I’ll do takeout!”
To guarantee freshness, they even used a mobile kitchen. Otherwise, how else would someone become head chef?
Stir-frying on the way, packing the dishes as soon as they were finished—if anyone was going to earn that 100,000, it’d be the chef.
“My cooking skills? At school, no one would dare claim to be better than me.”
“Though I really don’t want to admit it, the facts are right in front of me. I can’t deny your cooking at all!” Lin Guanqi said between bites.
“Since I’ve cooked such a good meal for you, shouldn’t you forgive me for what happened yesterday?”
So that was her goal. Actually, after waking up yesterday, Lin Guanqi didn’t care that much anymore—it was just a fleeting anger.
“Fine, I’ll forgive you this time. But if it happens again, I absolutely won’t! You have no idea how awful it was to have my ankle locked with that leather chain.”
The corners of Bai Ningbing’s mouth curled up, then she said, “Then, can you promise me one thing? Don’t worry, it’s nothing unreasonable. If you agree, that would be best.”
Lin Guanqi was puzzled—usually Bai Ningbing never asked her opinion, yet now she was seeking approval.
Sure enough, only after scolding her does she behave.
“Mm, since you’re asking, as long as it’s not too much, for the sake of this meal, I’ll agree.”
She then buried herself back in her food.
“It’s really nothing outrageous. I just want you to wear some new clothes. You barely have any clothes left, so I bought you a lot!”
Of course, that wasn’t the real reason.
She’d just seen Lin Guanqi go out shopping with someone else and felt jealous, that’s all.
“Clothes? Sure, that’s fine.”
It was just a few pieces of clothing—it wouldn’t take much time.
But she’d underestimated Bai Ningbing’s decisiveness.
She hadn’t expected her to summon all the store clerks from a boutique, each holding a new outfit.
All of them were the most fashionable styles of the season.
“Miss Bai, as you requested, we’ve brought all the most valuable and trendy clothes from our store. Please, choose as you like!”
Lin Guanqi almost spat out her food. What was going on here?
With so many clothes, how was she supposed to choose?
No, the real issue wasn’t how many clothes, but why she agreed to such an absurd request? There was never a straightforward word out of Bai Ningbing’s mouth!