You Mingxu was uncertain as to what he was smiling about, or what was running in his mind, but she also felt a hint of sweetness stealthily surging within her heart. Sometimes, he wasn't as deep and introspective as she had originally thought. Sometimes, she mused, he was quite like You Yingjun. However, he never exposed his true feelings easily.
"When did you learn how to cook?" she asked.
A partial grin faded from Yin Feng's face as he replied, "In high school."
High school?
He was a top-achieving student then, and he even got accepted into Peking University. Weren't his family's financial circumstances not that good? Even if his parents were abroad often, they shouldn't have needed him to cook for himself, right?
You Mingxu pushed her doubts aside, planning to better understand his family background when she had the time.
After dinner, Yin Feng said, "Let's go to my bedroom."
