Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 396 - 394 The Man Who Can Cook Is The Sexiest

Chapter 396: Chapter 394 The Man Who Can Cook Is The Sexiest

Early this morning, Mommy will be coming back from out of town, so I need to drop off Zaizai at the Fuyah Residential Area early; otherwise, I still don’t know how to explain.

After Jiayi finished washing up and the sky slightly brightened, she came out from the washroom, intending to go back to her room to dress Zaizai. When she looked up, the master bedroom on the second floor was already emitting an orange glow.

He’s awake?

Why so early?

Could it be that he’s still feeling uncomfortable from the hangover?

Out of her maid duties, Jiayi turned and went upstairs, knocking on the slightly ajar bedroom door: "Mr. Huo, are you up? Do you need any help?"

"Come in," the man’s voice was low and husky in the still dark early morning.

Jiayi walked in.

A floor lamp was lit in the bedroom, covering half of the room in a misty gloss.

Huo Zhenyang stood in front of the dressing mirror, his handsome features free of the tiny stubble from the night before, meticulously shaved off. His eyes, previously reddened like a beast’s due to alcohol, now shone brightly, sharp and resolute.

It looked like the hangover soup from last night was quite effective.

He had just finished freshening up, clear-headed and refreshed, wearing a new white shirt and crisply ironed trousers, which accentuated his narrow waist and broad shoulders. His body was straight and stout like a cypress, tall and imposing like a tower, ready to go out.

The slightly tipsy man from last night was like a Rainforest Leopard, unabashedly arrogant and cold—

However, this morning he seemed like a refined and distinguished proud dragon, alert and restrained, with a faint austere aura.

Even a simple business outfit, a shirt and trousers of a simple design, could highlight a perfect male form that made women itch with desire.

Jiayi was so stunned she stared for several seconds, then inexplicably felt a bit self-mocking. She had already had a child and yet still had such a schoolgirl crush.

She unconsciously shifted her gaze away: "Mr. Huo, are you going to work?"

Huo Zhenyang gave a noncommittal glance at the bed: "Help me pick one out."

The ties, just taken from the wardrobe, were laid out on the bed.

Jiayi paused, walked over, and saw that the ties were of various styles and colors, but they all had one thing in common—they were all very expensive brands.

After a quick glance, she picked up a tie with a dark blue base. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The color of the tie was deep, stable, and subdued, suited to his external demeanor and attire. Jiayi handed the tie to him: "Mr. Huo, will this one do?"

He glanced at the tie in the woman’s hand and without objecting, commanded in a deep voice: "Put it on for me."

To tie his tie?

She had never tied a tie for a man before and was momentarily struck dumb.

"Is there a problem." Huo Zhenyang’s eyelids flicked, a skeptical and piercing gaze shot out like arrows, scrutinizing her.

Her current identity was that of a maid; helping her master with his tie was certainly not unwarranted.

She walked over, raised her hands, and on her tiptoes, wrapped the tie around the back of his neck, fumbling as she tied it.

The man’s tall, upright figure forced the petite her to stand on tiptoe with her body unwittingly leaning forward.

He slightly raised his thin lips, graciously bending his upper body to facilitate the short woman tying his tie.

Jiayi caught the faint scent of aftershave with a hint of fresh grass mixed with a robust masculine fragrance, triggering an itch in her heart.

The feeling was so familiar as if she had experienced it somewhere before.

Where was it... she couldn’t recall at the moment.

She suppressed the inexplicable acceleration of her heartbeat, hastening her movements, hoping to finish the task quickly.

Although she had never tied a tie for a man before, she had seen these little skills online, and with some fumbling, she managed to get it done.

She lowered her heels, let out a breath, and straightened his tie for him: "Mr. Huo, it should be fine now."

Huo Zhenyang adjusted his collar, gave a grunted acknowledgment, stood in front of the dressing mirror, slightly lifted his chin, and arranged his appearance.

Jiayi spoke quietly, "Mr. Huo, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take Zaizai and leave first. I still have to go to work later, and Sister Hui should be back soon, so there will be someone to take care of you."

Zhenyang turned his head and said indifferently, "It’s still early, no need to rush. After breakfast, you can go."

Make breakfast? Oh right, with Sister Hui not home, there’s no one to make breakfast.

Although Jiayi felt somewhat embarrassed, she still timidly replied, "Mr. Huo... I’m not very good at cooking, I’m afraid you won’t be used to it. How about I order takeout instead?"

These words were not a lie—her mother had always been the one to cook at home.

She was a "kitchen assassin" capable of burning an egg to a crisp.

After Zaizai was born, her cooking had improved a bit, but she still knew how to make no more than two or three dishes.

A maid who doesn’t know how to cook?

If it were any other maid, he would have already scolded her and told Sister Hui to dock her pay, right?

Yet the look of helplessness that said "I just can’t cook, even if you kill me I won’t be able to" on this little woman’s face made it impossible for him to chastise her.

Zhenyang’s thin lips tightened slightly, a faint sheen passing over them, "It’s too early, takeout isn’t working yet."

With that, he rolled up his sleeves and headed downstairs.

Jiayi didn’t know what he intended to do, so she followed him down as well.

When they reached the kitchen on the first floor, he walked in, opened the refrigerator, and deftly took out a few eggs, then a freshly wrapped piece of vegetable in cling film.

"Mr. Huo..." Jiayi was stunned.

Zhenyang handed her the vegetables, glancing at her, "You can’t cook, but you should be able to wash vegetables, right?"

Jiayi hurriedly took the vegetables, washed them clean, and picked them over.

He took out some noodles, and then put Jiayi’s washed vegetables and noodles into the boiling pot of water, before tossing in the eggs as well.

He was making a portion of noodles that was clearly meant for three people.

It included both Jiayi and Zaizai.

Watching the man’s silhouette in front of the stove, Jiayi couldn’t help but hold her breath.

His neck and back had smooth lines and strong contours, which seemed even more enchanting with his movements.

One had to admit, a man who could cook was at his most attractive.

It gave off a feeling of wanting to devour the food, and then him...

When that thought flashed by, Jiayi startled herself! What was she thinking! Stop!

But she had never imagined that this usually cold and unfeeling man, who had no sympathy even for children...

Would actually cook himself.

"Mr. Huo, let me do it..." Wouldn’t it be inappropriate for the master to cook while the maid stood by?

Zhenyang tilted his neck slightly, his gaze briefly flitting over the little woman.

With her teeth gently biting her lower lip, and her tender cheeks red and flushed after a night’s sleep, she looked like a delicate and pretty flower from a greenhouse, naturally in need of care.

"Just stand there," the man said, his tone almost like a decree.

She had no choice but to obediently stand aside.

The nutritious vegetable and egg noodles were ready, and when Jiayi smelled the fragrant scent, she quickly stepped forward, "I’ll serve it."

After the man had gone out, Jiayi dished up the noodles and brought them out to the dining table.

Zhenyang was already sitting at the table.

Jiayi removed her apron, went into the maid’s room, dressed Zaizai, and used a brand-new toothbrush and towel from the villa to freshen him up.

Zaizai had never woken up so early, still not fully out of his slumber, but when he smelled the aroma of the egg noodles, he rubbed his eyes, "Mommy, I smell something delicious."