Cannon fodder fake master was stunned after being reborn

Chapter 89.2

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Shen Xingsui's body felt as if it was slowly blanketed by warmth.

He was attached to his mobile phone and couldn't see each other. Even the time on the phone became so extravagant that he didn't want to hang up. He felt that his brain was filled with mushy nonsense, but he still kept his restraint.

But it was time to eat, so he hung up the communication reluctantly.

When he came down from the second floor, he unexpectedly found that Zhang Chi had prepared the dinner grandly. The candlelight dinner was arranged neatly on the table, and there was even red wine in elegant glasses.

It looked like dinner for a date.

Zhang Chi came out of the kitchen and said, "I don't know what you like to eat, so I made a lot."

Shen Xingsui stood beside the table and asked hesitantly, "Isn't this too much?"

"Yeah, it's a bit too much, but thinking that today is my birthday, I subconsciously did more. You don't mind, do you?"

Since this was supposed to be a birthday celebration, he couldn't refute that.

Shen Xingsui shook his head and said, "I don't mind."

It's just that he was still surprised by the sumptuous dinner. Both of them sat on the table. Shen Xingsui ate a few mouthfuls of food, and unexpectedly found that it was not bad. Zhang Chi's kitchen skills have been polished in foreign countries over the years. He remembered a couple years ago – Zhang Chi cooked for him then, and the taste was so unpalatable.

Zhang Chi obviously thought of it himself, smiled and said, "I used to be a bad cook, and I couldn't do anything well."

Shen Xingsui replied in a soft voice, "Everyone has things they are good at or not good at."

Zhang Chi looked at the dim lights and felt his mood was being influenced by it. He replied in an equally soft voice, "It's a pity that before you, I always thought my cooking was delicious."

Because at that time, Shen Xingsui ate up that bowl of unpalatable food in one bite. It gave him the impression that his cooking was good. Although he himself thought it was not delicious at that time, the support from his friends gave him a lot of confidence.

It was only later that he realized the truth – Shen Xingsui was just being gentle to him.

Zhang Chi asked, "Why didn't you tell me at that time?"

"Because when I cook food by myself, it's also terrible," Shen Xingsui thought of his many dark dishes, and smiled at him, "We are the same, so I won't make fun of you."

Zhang Chi couldn't help laughing out loud after hearing this.

He liked this feeling very much. He could sit on the table and talk to his old friends on a rainy and quiet night. When he recalled the past, he felt more and more that they had shared many good memories. All of which he wanted to restore.

Under the candlelight, Shen Xingsui looked delicate and handsome. When he smiled, his brows and eyes looked very gentle. Maybe the food was a bit spicy, so his well-shaped red lips looked extraordinarily beautiful. Zhang Chi drank two glasses of wine, felt as if there was a fire in his heart, and through the drunkenness, he boldly said, "Suisui, you can have a drink with me."

Shen Xingsui said softly, "I don't drink well, so I have to refuse."

Zhang Chi felt even more depressed.