481: Chapter 481: 【Rare Steak】 481: Chapter 481: 【Rare Steak】 Ye Chenfeng was taken aback.
Shouldn’t Qiao Xiyue hate him to the bone?
Yet her demeanor was as gentle as a little maid’s, that imperious air of hers now nowhere to be found.
“Was it you who sought me out?” Ye Chenfeng asked.
Qiao Xiyue nodded, “Master Ye, my mistress would like to invite you!”
“Your mistress?” Ye Chenfeng echoed, the image of that woman who was like a machine emerging in his mind.
“That’s right, Master Ye, my mistress is already waiting for you!” Qiao Xiyue’s lips curled into a smile.
Chu Qingxue’s heart sank as she fixed her gaze tightly on Ye Chenfeng, as if anticipating his response.
“No, tell her to come herself if she needs me!” Ye Chenfeng flatly refused.
Qiao Xiyue’s delicate eyebrows furrowed.
She hated Ye Chenfeng to death inside, but dared not show it at all.
“The mistress said she has some difficulties with movement, to avoid causing unnecessary trouble!” Qiao Xiyue explained.
Ye Chenfeng nodded, “Oh, she has difficulties with movement, you say?
So do I—I’m busy too!”
“May I know what matter is keeping Master Ye so busy?
Can I offer help?” Qiao Xiyue seemed determined to take Ye Chenfeng back with her.
Ye Chenfeng yawned and glanced at Qiao Xiyue, “I need to sleep.
Are you offering to sleep for me?
Eh, if you’re offering to keep me company, I might consider it.
You do have a nice figure!”
Upon hearing this, Chu Qingxue glared fiercely at Ye Chenfeng.
Qiao Xiyue was even angrier.
Her chest heaved dramatically, and her little face turned beet red, nearly on the verge of blowing up.
Yet she managed to forcefully suppress her anger.
Gritting her teeth, Qiao Xiyue said to Ye Chenfeng, “The mistress mentioned there’s something you’d definitely be interested in!”
“What’s that?” Ye Chenfeng’s interest was piqued.
Qiao Xiyue glanced at Chu Qingxue, and Ye Chenfeng immediately understood, smiling as he stood up and approached Qiao Xiyue, “Go on, tell me!”
Qiao Xiyue leaned in close to Ye Chenfeng’s ear and whispered something.
Chu Qingxue, despite being very curious about what was said, couldn’t hear due to Qiao Xiyue’s low voice.
But she saw Ye Chenfeng’s face undergo a drastic change, clearly shocked by Qiao Xiyue’s whisper.
Qiao Xiyue, with a smug glance at Chu Qingxue, curled her lips into a smirk, “So, will Master Ye come with me now?”
Ye Chenfeng was utterly serious, his playful demeanor completely gone.
“Fine, I’ll go with you,” Ye Chenfeng said, his eyes showing a trace of desolation.
Chu Qingxue was extremely curious about what exactly Qiao Xiyue had said to Ye Chenfeng to make him change his attitude and obediently follow her.
Shortly thereafter, Ye Chenfeng left with Qiao Xiyue.
In the car, Ye Chenfeng suddenly thought of a question: How did Qiao Xiyue and Chu Qingxue know each other?
“Hey, how do you know Chu Qingxue?” Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help asking, suddenly realizing that Ji Qiushui might have already met with Chu Qingxue.
“I’ve been here once before!” Qiao Xiyue simply answered.
“What does she want!” Ye Chenfeng cursed under his breath.
At the Fei’s Western Restaurant, Ji Qiushui had just finished a phone call with Ji Qingrong.
Ji Qingrong’s attitude was very firm on the phone, insisting that Ji Qiushui must bring Ye Chenfeng back, or to put it another way, it was a task.
Ji Qiushui had always placed herself on the side of the military persona, treating virtually everything like a mission to be accomplished, even marriage, with an ends-justifies-the-means approach.
After a phone call that had slightly softened Ji Qiushui’s resolve, her objective became clear.
“Hello, we meet again!” Seeing the machine-like cold, emotionless face, Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help feeling a bit of a headache.
Approaching to greet her, Ye Chenfeng casually sat opposite Ji Qiushui.
Ji Qiushui didn’t speak, but simply waved her hand, and Qiao Xiyue quickly withdrew, emanating the resolute and decisive air of a soldier from head to toe.
“Ms.
Ji Qiushui, I know I’m handsome, but you don’t have to keep staring at me without saying a word!” Ye Chenfeng said upon noticing Ji Qiushui just staring straight at him.
Ji Qiushui still remained silent, her gaze intense as she looked at Ye Chenfeng as if trying to see right through him.
She really couldn’t understand what it was about Ye Chenfeng that her grandfather insisted she must marry him, adamantly dragging him back to Yanjing to tie the knot.
She didn’t understand!
She couldn’t grasp the reason behind it, at least not now.
“You just keep looking, but I’m really hungry now.
Hey, waiter!” Ye Chenfeng called out.
“Good evening, sir.
What would you like?” A waiter promptly arrived and handed over the menu.
Without even opening the menu, Ye Chenfeng stated, “Bring me a Beef Wellington!”
“Sir, the Beef Wellington might take a long time to prepare, and it’s rarely ordered.
Are you sure?”
After pondering for a moment, Ye Chenfeng glanced at the steak in front of Ji Qiushui.
“That won’t be necessary, she’s not eating hers anyway!
I’ll have her portion!” Without further ado, Ye Chenfeng took the steak from in front of Ji Qiushui for himself.
“Oh, and do you have chopsticks?
Using a knife is just too much of a hassle!” Ye Chenfeng asked the waiter.
At that moment, Ji Qiushui was stunned.
Both the waiter and Leng Ying, not far away, expressed looks of disdain.
“Sir, this is a Western restaurant.
Please exit, turn right; there’s a street food stall that definitely has the chopsticks you’re looking for!” the waiter said condescendingly.
“Hmph, has he never eaten steak before?” Qiao Xiyue, observing from a distance, rolled her eyes and couldn’t help but remark.
Leng Ying nodded in agreement, “That must be it!
Thinking about how a splendid woman like the General is to marry Ye Chenfeng, a discarded son, makes me angry.
He has neither status nor strength, just an ordinary person, unfit for the General!”
“Exactly, that’s what annoys me as well.
The man marrying the General turns out to be someone who hasn’t even eaten steak before!
It’s just laughable!” Qiao Xiyue sneered even more.
Seeing Ye Chenfeng taking the steak in front of her, Ji Qiushui didn’t say anything; instead, she directed her gaze at him as if curious to see how he would appreciate the steak.
But the following scene shocked everyone, as they saw Ye Chenfeng holding the knife and fork in a standard and elegant manner, smoothly cutting into the steak.
Even the waiter was taken aback, having assumed that Ye Chenfeng had never eaten steak.
“You there!” Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng looked up and called out to the waiter.
“What can I do for you, sir?” the waiter asked, puzzled.
Ye Chenfeng spoke deliberately, “Medium-rare, the kitchen timed it perfectly, from the kitchen to the patron, the doneness is extremely precise.
But many chefs fall into a trap by overly pursuing a rare texture in the meat, forgetting a fundamental issue: different ingredients require different cooking times.”