Dressed as a Man, I Became Tycoon's Sweetheart novel Chapter 373

Chapter 373: Chapter 373: President Bo, Not Angry Yet

Luo Yuwei glanced subtly at Bo Tingshen before turning and entering the kitchen.

President Bo... didn’t seem to be angry.

The large kitchen was filled with various exquisite Chinese dishes: Fried Buddha’s Hand Rolls, Steamed Silver Cod with Winter Vegetables, Dumplings with Chili Oil and Fresh Shrimp, Thai-Style Smoked Duck Breast, Shark Bone Soup with Fish Maw, Braised Bird’s Nest with Pork Ribs...

Ye Xian briefly scanned these dishes. Before she could even process the names, her stomach started growling loudly.

She quickly covered it.

She had been up since morning facing a barrage of criticisms in the chat group, played games with YFD until noon, hadn’t managed to eat a bite, was called over by Bo Xiaoli to get a bracelet, and was exhausted from being tormented by a certain jerk just moments ago. She was indeed unbearably hungry now.

But no matter how hungry, she couldn’t let her stomach rumble at this moment—too embarrassing. Thankfully, no one heard...

"Xianxian, are you hungry?" Wen Yan picked up a piece of Buddha’s Hand Roll with chopsticks and brought it towards her mouth, her other hand gently supporting underneath, feeding her like a baby, looking at her expectantly, "Here, try Auntie’s cooking."

Ye Xian: "..." No.

"Ah~ Open your mouth~"

"..." Reluctantly opening her mouth, Ye Xian tried to brainwash herself that, at this moment, Wen Yan was merely a fan of hers, not Bo Tingshen’s mother.

The Buddha’s Hand Roll was refreshing, succulent, crispy on the outside, tender inside, like a fragrant bomb. Once in her mouth, it deliciously exploded, each fragrance swirling like a dancer gracefully performing a ballet on her taste buds.

Starting, spinning, leaping!

It was incredibly delicious! So delicious that Ye Xian’s eyes widened.

"How is it?"

"Auntie, did you really make this?"

Luo Yuwei looked at Ye Xian. Cornered by her words, Ye Xian really couldn’t deny it—saying otherwise would be like invalidating both Bo Mother’s cooking skills and her previous compliment.

"Of course."

Wen Yan and Bo Lishan smiled happily.

"That’s settled then."

"By the way, Yuwei, how’s your pastry doing? Need a hand?"

"Yes, please."

Ye Xian watched Luo Yuwei making flower cakes. Each piece uniquely shaped and rich in color, it reminded her of a pivotal scene from the original story. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Luo Yuwei’s Grandma had owned a pastry shop, and she had learned excellent pastry-making skills from her from a young age. Later, the ’pastry’ even played a crucial role as a love token in the book. Once, when Jiang Wanze came back to his apartment exhausted and hungry after work, Luo Yuwei brought him a box of pastries. He was deeply moved after eating them, experiencing the feel of being cared for the first time.