Cough, cough!
Chen Jiashu coughed lightly, trying to ease the awkwardness in the air.
"Well... I'll send you the detailed steps later. Just follow them." Chen Jiashu spoke softly.
After talking past each other for so long, Song Shi'an finally realized what had happened. He was so irritated he laughed. "Chen Jiashu, can't you keep something a little healthier in that brain of yours?"
"You opened by saying Lu Mingyu gave you a chicken. How was I supposed to know this chicken was so proper?" Chen Jiashu tried to defend himself.
Song Shi'an said, "So in your mind, I'm that kind of improper person?"
"Of course not. In my heart, you're definitely a pure, spotless jasmine!" Chen Jiashu flattered him.
"Enough. I'll send you the recipe first." With that, he hurriedly hung up.
Not long after, Chen Jiashu sent over the recipe.
Following the steps in the recipe, Song Shi'an finally got the chicken into the pot.
After waiting two hours and seeing that it was more or less done, he turned off the heat.
He also sent Lu Mingyu a message: [President Lu, I've finished stewing it. Are you resting now?]
Lu Mingyu: [No. Bring it over.]
What an old master!
Resigned to his fate, Song Shi'an ladled out a bowl of chicken soup.
He knocked on Lu Mingyu's door again.
Back when they had not lived so close together, Lu Mingyu would at most call him over when he had a headache or fever.
Now things were great—he had truly become a housewife, even having to stew soup for the domineering CEO!
Lu Mingyu opened the door and had him place the chicken soup on the table.
When he picked up the spoon and took a drink, he paused again.
Song Shi'an hurriedly explained, "President Lu, I really