The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 334: The Man Who Picks His Feet 1_1

His eyes lit up. "Miss, are you willing to learn how to knit gloves just for me?" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Because I can’t do it yet," she replied.

He grinned. "HEH HEH, are you gradually developing feelings for me?"

"HEH HEH!" she retorted.

"What does ’HEH HEH’ mean?" he asked.

"It means smiling without speaking."

He was utterly dumbfounded.

"Honey, I’m just thankful that you introduced me to a great house," she said. "What does love or dislike have to do with it? I’m purely expressing my gratitude, so don’t go flattering yourself."

"Miss, you’re no fun when you’re like this. You’re not being sincere at all."

"Then how else would you like me to show my gratitude?"

"Offering yourself in return would work, you know."

She burst into laughter. "Be serious. Give me your address, and I’ll send you the gloves when I’ve finished knitting them."

"No rush," he said. "I’ll come pick them up myself when they’re ready."

"Fine. I’ll treat you to a big meal then too."

"Oh, Miss, weren’t you the one who said you’d never spend a single penny on a man? Isn’t this a sign you’re looking upon me with special favor?"

This guy, he really knows how to sing his own praises. Thanks to his referral, I saved such a large amount of money on the house. Even if he were a pig, I’d still have to treat him to a meal for this.

Emotionally and logically, I should actually buy him a significant gift. I won’t mention it for now, though; I’ll give it to him along with the gloves later.

"Do you prefer Western or Chinese food?" she asked.

"Just order whatever is expensive," he replied. "Bring on the abalone and sea cucumbers. I won’t turn my nose up at shark’s fin soup and bird’s nest either."

"That’s the style of a Tycoon. Dining out is about taste and quality, not about ’eating money,’ understand?"

"I think you’re clearly just reluctant to spend money."

"Nonsense. Whether it’s radishes and cabbages or shark’s fin and bird’s nest, doesn’t it all just turn into crap in the end?"

"Miss, you’re too gross."

He paused. Hasn’t this con woman always pretended to be so refined and quiet before?

"Then I’ll treat you to Western food," she offered.

"No, no, no! I absolutely detest Western cuisine."

"Why?"

"I like to dip my steak in chili powder! Miss, you have no idea, it tastes incredibly good! I’m not used to knives and forks either. I prefer using chopsticks to eat big chunks of it. Because of that, I often have to endure the strange looks from the waiters. So, I don’t like going to Western restaurants to put on airs anymore."

Eating steak dipped in chili powder! And eating it in big mouthfuls with chopsticks!

Yan Xixi mentally pictured the scene: a crude, foot-picking man vividly materializing before her eyes!

She was deeply shocked. "You’re so uncouth!"

"So, you think it’s elegant to meticulously cut steak with a knife and fork and pour black pepper sauce over it?" he retorted.

She was rendered speechless for a moment.

Whatever. Let him eat however he wants; that’s not the point. The point is, I really do owe this foot-picking man a massive favor.

"Miss, if you’re really sincere about treating me, why don’t you personally cook a few small dishes for me?"

She hesitated slightly. "That... won’t work."

"Why not?"

"I can’t cook."

Wan Donglin burst into laughter. A con woman is always a con woman. Lies just roll off her tongue. Back when she was begging me to let her finish university, she’d prepare several exquisite little dishes for me every night for many days straight, waiting for me to come home. Not only could she cook, but her food was also amazing. It was from that time on that he gradually grew to love coming home for dinner. Unfortunately, she studied incredibly hard, and her time was precious. So, except for special occasions, she basically stopped cooking. She even made one last dinner a few days before they broke up.