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Chapter 917 - 914 I Have a Way

Chapter 917: Chapter 914 I Have a Way

Yan Bo knew she was just having a little tantrum; the corners of his lips curled slightly as he followed her into the dining room and, without any self-awareness, sat down right beside her huffy self.

"Little girl!"

Now, Yan Bo often forgot that Tong Xiaohua held the status of the Tong Family’s eldest. Because she started to show more and more child-like reactions and movements in front of him.

And he loved her to death for it.

Although he always couldn’t resist teasing her, he believed deep down that this side of her was much more genuine than her sensible and calm demeanor.

And Tong Xiaohua herself, indeed, unconsciously showed him more and more of her childish side.

If it had been before, the alarms in her heart would have been blaring, as it was a very dangerous thing.

But in front of Yan Bo, she’d become accustomed to dropping all defenses, basically engaging with him with her heart wide open.

At this moment, in front of Yan Bo, she was even more genuine than when she was in front of her parents.

"Are you angry?" Yan Bo looked at Tong Xiaohua, who was pouting and serving porridge, with amusement. He leaned in closer and coaxed her softly.

He reached for the ladle, "Let me do that; you sit down."

Tong Xiaohua didn’t stand on ceremony; she let go of the ladle and set the bowl on the table, then plunked herself down on the chair, fully expecting Yan Bo’s doting service.

Yan Bo’s mouth curved into a smile as he served her a big bowl of white porridge and then gently reminded her, "Careful, it’s hot!"

Saying so, he grabbed the dish of pickled vegetables from across the table and set it beside the porridge.

Tong Xiaohua didn’t have the slightest sense of being the hostess; indeed, since she had brought him home the night before, she no longer considered Yan Bo an outsider.

She picked up the spoon, scooped up some pickled vegetable bits from the small dish into her bowl, and spooned some white porridge mixed with the vegetables into her mouth.

Yum! Delicious!

After intensive physical activity, her stomach was already flat with hunger, and although what she had was just white porridge, it seemed as delectable as the rarest delicacies.

"The white porridge is really good; you should have a bowl too."

Tong Xiaohua had forgotten that she was still huffily sulking at him just a minute ago. Seeing him just eating dumplings, she gestured towards the pot of white porridge, indicating that he should serve himself some as well.

Yan Bo wasn’t really fond of white porridge; he preferred soymilk with steamed buns.

However, since Tong Xiaohua recommended it so strongly and seeing her enjoyment as if it were a gourmet feast, he also served himself a large bowl and followed her example by pouring in some pickled vegetables and eating them mixed together.

"Tasty, right?" Tong Xiaohua stopped what she was doing and looked intently at him as he took a mouthful of the porridge.

There was a subtle change in Yan Bo’s expression; indeed, the porridge was much more fragrant and smooth than he’d expected, far from the bland taste he had imagined.

"It’s really quite good!"

"In winter, we like to use porridge as a base for hotpot. When it gets a little colder, let’s give it a try."

Talking about hotpot got Tong Xiaohua a little excited.

"Sure, I like hotpot too."

"I guess there’s hardly anyone who doesn’t like hotpot; you can eat lots and lots of meat..." said Tong Xiaohua, her eyes sparkling.

Compared to many girls whose appetites were no bigger than a little cat’s, Tong Xiaohua was quite a hearty eater.

After all, she expended a lot of energy normally, and without a sufficient intake of calories, she wouldn’t have been able to maintain a healthy physique.

Yan Bo teased her all morning, and now, he just wanted to take good care of her. Seeing her so eager to eat hot pot, he suggested,

"The temperature isn’t high now, and the resort is near the mountains, so it should be cooler there. Why don’t we have hot pot tonight?"

Tong Xiaohua’s shining eyes fixed on him, "Can we?"

Yan Bo found it amusing inwardly, but he smiled indulgently at her, "Of course. Even if it were summer, you could still have hot pot if you wanted."

Uncle Guan’s meal plans mostly revolved around nutrition. Naturally, he wouldn’t serve the Tong family hot pot in the heat of summer.

Over time, Tong Xiaohua developed the misconception that hot pot was only eaten in winter.

At this moment, encouraged by Yan Bo, she swallowed and said excitedly, "Then when we go out, let’s stop by the supermarket and pick out some ingredients for the hot pot."

"Sure!" Yan Bo was naturally very happy to see her so joyful.

With the thought of buying ingredients for hot pot, they sped up their breakfast, quickly finished eating, and returned to their room to pack their luggage and dragged it out.

Shen Weiyao was leaning against Tong Laoda, the two of them bumping heads as they watched a news report. Hearing footsteps, they looked up and were surprised to see the luggage the couple was pulling.

"Xiao Yan, you’ve already packed your luggage so quickly? Sit for a while longer, we’ll leave at nine."

"Mom, Yan Bo and I are going out to buy some ingredients. We’ll meet under the village archway at nine," Tong Xiaohua said, tugging at her luggage and Yan Bo, eager to leave.

Shen Weiyao was baffled, "I thought we were going to the resort? What ingredients are you buying?" Turning her gaze back to Tong Laoda, she asked, "Doesn’t the resort have restaurants? Do we need to bring our ingredients?"

Tong Laoda was equally puzzled, "How could there be no restaurants? They have all sorts of cuisine available."

After explaining to his wife, Tong Laoda then asked Tong Xiaohua, "What ingredients are you buying? Your uncle’s place has everything, and besides, which one of us is going to cook? Yan Bo, the Young Master?"

It wasn’t that Tong Laoda looked down on them, but in reality, none of the four had any particular expertise in cooking.

Not to mention expertise, they could hardly cook at all.

"Dad, we’re buying ingredients for hot pot. We’re having hot pot tonight. What would you like to eat? I’ll buy it together," Tong Xiaohua still carried her excitement.

"Hot pot?" Tong Laoda and Shen Weiyao exchanged glances. Clearly, they, like Tong Xiaohua, had their eating habits set by years of Uncle Guan’s meal plans.

"Yeah, the weather has cooled down, we can have hot pot!"

Having said that, Tong Xiaohua didn’t bother to explain further to her parents and pushed Yan Bo out the door with her.

Yan Bo came over last night in the Yan Family car from the airport, and now, he joined Tong Xiaohua in placing their luggage in the back seat and sat down together.

"Brother Yang, let’s go to the supermarket outside first; we need to buy some stuff."

A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of the supermarket, and Yan Bo and Tong Xiaohua, holding hands, entered the supermarket and pushed a shopping cart straight to the fresh food area.

Neither Tong Xiaohua nor Yan Bo had any experience in purchasing ingredients. Now, pushing the cart to the meat section and looking at those labels, they felt somewhat puzzled.

"How much should we get?" asked Tong Xiaohua.

Yan Bo didn’t know either but decided to take two pounds each of mutton, beef, and pork according to the categories listed on the labels.

Tong Xiaohua looked at the bags of meat, "What do we do with this later?"

By then, Yan Bo realized that he had oversimplified things, "No worries, I’ll figure something out later."