Jiang Yuzhu immediately shook her head, "No. Your cooking is great and your food is delicious. But you've just started your business and you're working very hard. And as you can see, I work overtime frequently and get home late. Cooking would be too tiring for you."
Worried that he would interpret her words oddly, Jiang Yuzhu expressed her concerns candidly.
Pei Jingchuan looked at her, with a hint of gentleness in his eyes, not saying a word.
"Are you concerned about me?" His normally cold voice carried a hint of amused mockery.
Jiang Yuzhu's face turned red, and her heart began to thump uncontrollably. His voice, despite its coldness, seemed to ignite a strange warmth in her.
"No!"
"No!"
"Let's eat, let's eat. I'm nearly starved!"
Jiang Yuzhu clenched her chopsticks, lowered her head, and continued to eat.
The tips of her ears were tinged pink.
Pei Jingchuan paused, feeling a dry scratch in his throat. He took a sip of ice water before turning his gaze away.