Ye Xian: "..." Guessed wrong.
"Hehe~"
She scratched her head somewhat awkwardly, and in an attempt to lighten the mood, she grinned and joked, "That’s definitely not possible, I’m a guy."
"What’s wrong with being a guy?"
Bo Tingshen stopped with the spatula in his hand and stared at her intently.
Ye Xian thought he was deliberately being contrary, "I mean... a guy doesn’t have that function, right!"
How could a man bear the heirs and extend the lineage for the grand Bo Family?
Bo Tingshen looked down, focusing on her cherry blossom-pink lips that flitted open and closed, watching her with an unfathomable expression for a while, "Having a mouth is enough."
Ye Xian: "?" What is he talking about?
Bo Tingshen continued to cook, while Ye Xian stared at the array of expensive, exquisitely rare premium ingredients on the kitchen counter, and couldn’t help but rub her hands together.
The Brittany blue lobster from France, which lives in the Atlantic and the English Channel, takes an average of seven years and goes through 35 moultings to grow to a size of 12 inches. Its taste is incredibly fresh, hinting at its rarity.
Japanese Kobe beef, sourced from cattle with pure lineage and noble status in Japan’s cattle pens, each piece of beef is graded on the mixed rate of fat, color, and tenderness. Only the meat which reaches a level 4 or 5 is allowed to be sold and it has even fetched astronomical prices at auction.
And there are the so-called "world’s three great delicacies": "French foie gras," "black truffle," and "caviar"...
Oh, God! Ye Xian struggled to restrain herself from drooling a waterfall.
The top-tier big shot truly lived up to his reputation; some of these foods can’t be bought simply with money. Truly, one wonders what happy event has prompted the CEO to specially purchase these rare ingredients for celebration, even allowing her, the "free nanny," to benefit as well.
She shifted her body slightly, and only then did Bo Tingshen catch a glimpse from the corner of his eye of the bunch of pink baby’s breath casually set atop the cabinet.
His gaze inadvertently fixed on it.
Pink baby’s breath: the love that cannot be voiced, willing to become a supporting role—suitable for someone with a secret crush.


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