Catering God

Chapter 10 Sensitive Chen Jingyu
“Is Kung Fu Panda any good?”

Jiang Feng asked casually.

While he and Chen Yuefeng were chatting in the office, Chen Jingyu sat obediently beside them and watched the entire "Kung Fu Panda". During the time, Jiang Feng even stuffed her a bag of bear biscuits - which he took from Chen Yuefeng's desk.

Chen Jingyu nodded, "It looks good."

"By the way, didn't you go see it when it was released?" Jiang Feng was a little surprised. This movie was quite popular when it was released, and almost everyone in their class had seen it.

"I... haven't been to the cinema very often."

"Oh, something new! Are you trying to tell me that you have a home theater at home?"

Chen Jingyu shook his head, but did not give a proper explanation.

Jiang Feng could only guess in his mind... Could it be that she has social anxiety and is afraid to go to the cinema alone?

Suddenly, the little head that had been walking beside him with its head down raised its head and looked straight at him.

"Jiang Feng."

"Ok?"

"are we friends?"

Jiang Feng turned his head in confusion: "Did you hear us talking just now?"

"I didn't mean to, it's just that you guys were talking so loudly that you couldn't even cover the sound of the cartoon."

Chen Jingyu explained very seriously.

Her dead fish face, which usually had no expression, showed a little bit of... nervousness?
Maybe she was afraid that Jiang Feng would be unhappy after misunderstanding.

Jiang Feng smiled and said, "It's okay if you heard it... Well, I mean, we should be friends, right? If we weren't friends, who would come out to hang out like this, right?"

"Uh-huh!"

After getting this exact answer, Chen Jingyu suddenly became happy.

"Let's go, next we're going to the market to buy fresh ingredients for wontons!"

Then, Jiang Feng took Chen Jingyu to the vegetable market and bought the ingredients needed to cook wontons.

He has to make the dumplings and cook them today. He promised Chen Jingyu yesterday and he can’t go back on his word.

Finally, the two took the bus back to Jiang Feng's home together.

This time, Jiang Feng called Chen Jingyu directly to the kitchen.

"You have to help me make wontons."

"I won't."

"If you don't know, just learn! Come, I'll teach you. It's very simple."

There are many ways to make wontons. Jiang Feng makes what is commonly known as "Qianlixiang wontons", which are in the shape of ingots.

Chen Jingyu got the hang of it quickly, and soon she had made some wontons of different sizes... which looked like ingots.

Jiang Feng's eyes twitched.

How can such a pretty girl have such poor hands-on skills!
"You have to pack more today so you can take it back later. I've packed all the seasonings and other ingredients into individual portions so you don't get confused about how to use them. Oh, and I've also packed a small bottle of scallion oil for you so you don't have to run so far next time you want to eat it..."

As Jiang Feng was talking, he suddenly noticed that the low-quality wonton-making machine next to him suddenly stopped working.

Turning around, I saw that Chen Jingyu's little head had lowered down at some point, staring at the square wonton wrapper, not knowing what she was thinking.

"what happened?"

"Sorry……"

Chen Jingyu's voice suddenly became weak.

"Huh?" Jiang Feng was a little confused. "Why say sorry?"

He just complained a few times about the ugliness of the other party's wonton bags. He shouldn't be so fragile!

Chen Jingyu lowered her head, pinching her fingers like a child who had made a mistake.

Suddenly, she said with a guilty conscience, "It's all my fault for disturbing you... and for bothering you to make so many wontons. Actually... actually, you could have just told me directly, and I would... come less often in the future."

Jiang Feng frowned, reached out and pinched Chen Jingyu's chin, lifting her little face up.

The other person's eyes were somewhat evasive.

She seemed afraid to look him in the eye.

After straightening Chen Jingyu's face, Jiang Feng finally released his hand. "Dead fish... Bah, Jingyu, classmate Chen Jingyu, did you misunderstand something?"

"Ok?"

"Do you think I made these wontons for you because I don't want you to bother me? I don't think so at all. I just wanted to make it more convenient for you every time you want to eat wontons. Although I will be a little busy for a while, don't think too much about it, okay?"

Chen Jingyu blinked her beautiful eyes, as if thinking about what Jiang Feng said.

After a long time, he hesitated and asked:
"really?"

"Of course it's true. We are friends. I wish my friends would come over to play with me more often. You know, I used to go out in the middle of the night to play CS at the Internet cafe with my classmates."

"I can't go out in the middle of the night..."

"I'm not asking you to follow my example and go out at night. I just want to tell you that we are friends and I don't find you annoying. Do you understand?"

Jiang Feng swore that this was the first time he had been so patient in explaining something to someone else.

Perhaps it was a habit he'd picked up in his past as a businessman, where he'd often scold his subordinates, that had made him so impatient. How's that word for it? It seemed to be called stupidity.

Anyway, if he repeats something twice, he will become impatient.

But when facing Chen Jingyu, he was unexpectedly patient, and he didn't even know why.

Chen Jingyu nodded.

I guess I understand.

All the unhappy feelings disappeared.

Chen Jingyu suddenly became excited. Although her facial expression did not show it, Jiang Feng could feel that she was very happy... because the speed of making low-quality wontons had increased a lot.

The wontons are almost done.

Jiang Feng turned on the fire and started cooking the wontons.

"You'd better go to the bathroom and wipe your chin."

"why?"

"Because I had flour on my hands just now."

Jiang Feng couldn't laugh or cry.

All the flour on his hands just now stuck to Chen Jingyu's chin.

When Chen Jingyu heard this, she was shocked and hurried out to tidy up her appearance.

"Hey, hey, hey, the bathroom is over there!"

When Jiang Feng cooked the wontons, he cooked the wontons made by Chen Jingyu first, then scooped them into his own bowl, and then cooked the ones he made.

Although he cooked very carefully, Miss Chen's cooking skills were so poor that several of the dishes were exposed.

……

As usual, after eating wontons, Jiang Feng sent Chen Jingyu downstairs.

"The wontons I make myself are so delicious." Chen Jingyu couldn't contain her joy, probably because she was very satisfied.

"hehe."

Jiang Feng could only respond with a smile.

He turned around and closed the door, holding two bags in his hands. One bag contained several portions of wontons for Chen Jingyu, even the seasonings were divided, and the other bag contained the kitchen waste that had just been produced.

He opened the lid of the garbage chute in the corridor.

When he was about to throw it, he suddenly noticed that Chen Jingyu was staring at what he was doing, and seemed very curious.

So I asked, “Do you want to give it a try?”

“Uh…yes!”

Chen Jingyu walked forward, picked up the trash can, and looked into the trash passage. It was pitch black.

Under Jiang Feng's guidance, she threw a bag of garbage into the passage.

Konglong Konglong~Bang!
The garbage bag made a clash of sounds as it fell in the passage, and finally landed in the garbage room with a muffled sound.

Although it is boring, it is very novel and fun in Chen Jingyu's eyes.

(End of this chapter)