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When Luo Mingjing was alone, he only cooked one meal a day—lunch. After eating, he’d save the leftovers, add some water, and reheat it for dinner.
But ever since Shi Min started showing up unpredictably to share meals, Luo Mingjing found renewed energy in cooking. To ensure there was always hot food ready whenever she came, he began preparing three full meals every day.
For a while, Shi Min wasn’t particularly busy with work, so she came every day.
Each day, she’d enter the shop holding fresh flowers, and Luo Mingjing would naturally take them from her, then serve her a bowl of rice and hand over chopsticks.
The CEO exchanged roses for meals every day.
And Luo Mingjing exchanged meals for roses.
Thinking about it this way, it was quite romantic. However, when Shi Chu found out, he teased his sister mercilessly.
“Have you slept together yet? So you’re already at the ‘three meals a day’ stage!” He always seemed fixated on the physical side of things.
Shi Min replied casually, “We’ve got the meals covered. As for the rest… we’re working on it.”
In front of Shi Chu, she acted even more shameless than him, leaving him speechless.
The rest? In one day?
Sure enough, Shi Chu caught on and choked on his own words. Unable to match her level of audacity, he simply closed his eyes and pretended to be mute.
As the weather grew colder, Shi Min visited even more frequently.
Luo Mingjing made soup for her, listening to the gentle bubbling in the earthenware pot. Holding a spoon, he suddenly remarked, “They say that to capture a man’s heart, you must first capture his stomach… Turns out it applies to both men and women.”
Shi Min smirked, leaning against the newly purchased large refrigerator as she slowly peeled carrots, one strip at a time.
Luo Mingjing dried his hands and rolled up her sleeves for her.
Shi Min paused, watching him finish, and said, “I’ll be busy next week. I might not come for meals.”
“Mhm, I know.” Luo Mingjing replied. “I’ll still cook your meals. If you get hungry, just come, and there’ll be food waiting.”
Shi Min pushed his glasses back up from where they had slipped to the tip of his nose and asked, “Doesn’t this feel like an old married couple?”
Luo Mingjing said, “Don’t push your luck.”
He hadn’t even fully acknowledged their relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend, and Shi Min was already talking about being an old married couple.
“I just want to test you, see where your weaknesses lie,” Shi Min tilted her head and kissed the corner of his mouth. “You never reject me, but you don’t take the initiative either.”
“I’m waiting,” Luo Mingjing said earnestly. “I’m waiting for the moment my heart skips a beat.”
Shi Min was momentarily surprised, then smiled without saying anything.
That week, Shi Min didn’t come for meals.
There were only the daily bouquets left in the bike basket, with no sign of her.
On Wednesday, Luo Mingjing lost his motivation to cook. He turned on a live stream and started peeling potatoes, planning to boil a few in saltwater to fill his stomach.
It was around three in the afternoon, and there weren’t many viewers online.
Just as he was feeling bored, a text message came in.
Shi Min: Seafood congee.
Luo Mingjing immediately replied, “Are you coming to eat today?”
Shi Min: Busy. Maybe next time.
The CEO was just craving food and had pre-ordered her next meal.
Luo Mingjing stared blankly at the text. After a moment, he put on his coat, hopped on his bike, and headed to the market.
When he returned, he quickly got to work in the kitchen. The chopping board clattered, and the kitchen buzzed with activity.
Midway through, Xu Qianqian called to ask what he was cooking.
“Big Brother, please don’t forget to turn off the live stream again, OK? It’s annoying. Some people are saying you’re deliberately showing off your cooking skills.”
Luo Mingjing was in a good mood and joked, “Exactly, it’s all part of my plan to go viral.”
“Are you eating alone? Do you need me to help?”
“No, focus on your studies, little sister.” Luo Mingjing poked at her sore spot. “Did you take your language exam yet?”
“Bye!” Xu Qianqian hung up quickly.
The congee was ready by five in the afternoon. After packing it into a thermos, Luo Mingjing sent a text: “It’s ready. I’ll bring it over.”
Shi Min didn’t use social media apps; they mostly communicated via text messages.
Luo Mingjing opened his navigation app and set the destination to Dongshi Technology. It was only a thirty-minute ride, not far. He hopped on his bike and set off leisurely.
Shi Min didn’t reply. Luo Mingjing thought that if she hadn’t seen the text yet, she’d surely be surprised when he showed up with the congee.
Halfway through the journey, a Maserati sped past him on the opposite lane, turning at the next intersection and slowly cruising toward him.
Luo Mingjing, wearing headphones and humming a tune, was focused on pedaling his bike. Besides the seafood congee in the basket, there was also a single rose.
Inside the car, Shi Min chuckled as she drove past him. Glancing at the rearview mirror, she saw that he hadn’t noticed her at all.
Shi Min had rushed over after seeing the text because she wasn’t actually at Dongshi Technology. The Shi family’s business empire wasn’t limited to Dongshi Technology. This week, she had been busy preparing for the upcoming IPO of Yuefeng Entertainment.
Shi Min parked her car in front of Dongshi Technology and opened the door to wait for Luo Mingjing.
Ten minutes later, the striking figure of Luo Mingjing appeared at the intersection. He stopped his bike, propped it up with his long legs, and sent a text.
Shi Min honked the horn. Startled, Luo Mingjing stopped what he was doing, picked up the thermos, and walked over. “Did you see the text?”
“Mhm.” Shi Min took it, unscrewed the lid, and the aroma wafted out.
Shi Min smiled. “Luo Mingjing, are you falling for me?”
Luo Mingjing reached out and ruffled Shi Min’s hair casually. “You’re overthinking it.”
It was such a relaxed gesture.
He tucked the rose into the rearview mirror, waved, and rode off on his bike.
It was as if he had simply come to deliver the congee.
Caught off guard by the unexpected ruffling of her hair, Shi Min’s eyes widened in surprise. After a long moment, she hugged the thermos and laughed.
“Dangerous,” she murmured, watching Luo Mingjing’s shrinking figure in the distance. “I think I’m falling for you.”
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On Saturday, Shi Min personally came to the shop, and Luo Mingjing happily turned off the live stream.
Today, he was dressed in drag—a woman’s blouse paired with a khaki shawl and gray cropped pants. His legs were long and straight. When Shi Min arrived, he tied up his hair, washed his hands, and started cooking.
His makeup today was impeccable, with warm tones that softened his features.
Shi Min noticed a pile of cosmetics still on the table and asked, “Does studying painting help with makeup?”
“Mhm.” Luo Mingjing replied. “Understanding shadows and contouring becomes easier.”
“You know quite a bit.” Shi Min pulled over a chair and began examining the bottles and jars, her expression changing vividly.
“It seems you don’t know much about these things,” Luo Mingjing observed. “Do you usually just use foundation and lipstick?”
Shi Min was surprised. “You can tell?”
“Mhm.” Luo Mingjing nodded. “At a glance, I could see you don’t contour or wear eye makeup.”
Shi Min explained, “It’s too complicated. I’m just lazy and haven’t bothered to learn. Have you seen my brother’s makeup room? During his rebellious phase, he was obsessed with makeup and styling. For a while, our house was overflowing with cosmetics, which gave me nightmares.”
“Ah, right.” Luo Mingjing said respectfully. “Brother Chu is a stylist.”
“If you had a brother like that, you’d avoid his obsessions too.”
“Your features would look even better with makeup,” Luo Mingjing studied her face intently. “Good eye makeup can enhance your best features. Your eyes are beautiful.”
Shi Min glanced up and smiled. “If you’re willing, I’d love to try.”
Shi Chu had repeatedly offered to do her makeup and style her, but Shi Min had always refused. However, today, she was genuinely interested and actively asked Luo Mingjing to do her makeup.
Luo Mingjing turned down the heat on the stove, dried his hands, and sat down beside her.
“I already have an idea of what kind of makeup I want to do for you.” He gathered the products he needed and moved closer. “If you’re not satisfied, please bear with me, Sister.”
Shi Min pulled him even closer and whispered softly, “Don’t be nervous. I just want to take advantage of you.”
Having Luo Mingjing apply makeup was a deeply comfortable experience. He would focus intently on your face, his fingertips gently gliding over every inch of your skin, softly brushing across your cheeks and carefully tracing your contours, adding color stroke by stroke.
Shi Min closed her eyes contentedly, thinking, This is a wonderful service. I should keep it.
While applying her eye makeup, Luo Mingjing tapped his chin and said, “Look here.”
Shi Min smiled faintly and leaned in, planting a soft kiss.
Luo Mingjing hadn’t expected this move. His hand trembled, and he pleaded, “Stop teasing… my hand’s shaking.”
Afterward, Shi Min cooperated completely, remaining still as he finished her eye makeup. Luo Mingjing then pushed over a selection of lipsticks and asked, “Which one?”
Shi Min didn’t care much about these details. “Whatever you like.”
Luo Mingjing lowered his head and thoughtfully studied the array of lipsticks.
After a long pause, he asked, “What do you think of the shade I’m wearing?”
Shi Min nodded. “Perfect.”
Luo Mingjing quietly put away the lipsticks, smiled, and slowly leaned in. “Then… let’s go with this one.”
He pressed his lips to hers, gently rubbing them together.
Shi Min was momentarily stunned.
Seizing the opportunity, Luo Mingjing pushed her down onto the sofa, pinning her beneath him as he licked and kissed her.
Shi Min reached up and flicked off his precariously perched glasses.
Luo Mingjing took her hand and placed it over his heart.
“Can you feel it?” he asked. “My heartbeat.”
He said, “I think… I’ve fallen for you.”
Perhaps it had happened the day he brought her food, or maybe it was happening right now.
It wasn’t because of loneliness. It was because he wanted to care for someone, to cherish every detail of their expressions, to savor their warmth.
Shi Min’s brows twitched slightly, deep in thought. She slid her hand down his neck and whispered low in his ear, “Too slow to react. I… still have to punish you.”
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