34: Chapter 34 The warmth in a foreign land comes from the boy.

" Ma... make a gigolo? "

Liang Yuting didn't know what she was thinking of, but she stuttered, unable to speak clearly.

Shen Weiyue, while marinating the meat to remove the fishy smell, said casually: " Yeah, I'll let you see it sometime when there's a chance."

" Ho, how do you make it? "

" Both meat and vegetarian versions work."

" Pfft, I'm afraid your 'duck' isn't made in any proper way."

" Huh? Damn, Teacher Liang, what are you thinking about? Your mind isn't very pure."

Shen Weiyue felt as if he were looking at a living, breathing fujoshi—elegant and pure on the surface, but actually possessing an immense amount of knowledge—so he couldn't help but say:

" You must have dated a lot of boyfriends!"

" No."

" You're so pretty, I don't believe you."

" Do I need you to believe me? I really haven't dated anyone... No, why am I talking about this with you? Just cook your fish!"

Liang Yuting suddenly scolded him irritably, then started stir-frying.

When the food hit the pan, hot oil splattered, and she skillfully used the lid to block it; it seemed she was indeed someone who cooked often.

Shen Weiyue set the fish aside to marinate, then stood behind her to observe, occasionally offering pointers.

Liang Yuting was so distracted by his comments that she forgot how to cook, so she said annoyedly: " Why do you have so much to say? What difference does it make whether you add salt or MSG first? What is 'raw stir-fry' and 'tossing the wok'? What exactly are you talking about?"

" I'm talking about cooking methods—heat control, technique, oil management... how to stir-fry requires a lot of skill."

After finishing one dish, Liang Yuting couldn't take it anymore. She put down the spatula and said angrily: " Come on, come on, if you're so good, you do it. You cook it for me to see, you all-talk-no-action phony!"

" If I come, I come. Move aside."

Shen Weiyue pushed her aside without hesitation and started stir-frying skillfully.

In his past life, he had eaten at and seen authentic cooking methods from all sorts of hole-in-the-wall restaurants, and in the years before he became Director Shen, he had lived alone and cooked for himself, researching many dishes; he could be considered a true foodie.

When he skillfully tossed the wok, making the flames roll inside, Liang Yuting forgot to scream, left only with eyes full of shock.

When the final pot of boiling fish, complete with color, aroma, and taste, was served, her only thought was to start eating immediately!

Shen Weiyue, like a head chef, brought the dishes to the table and plated them. Liang Yuting rubbed her hands together and swallowed her saliva, looking every bit like a closet foodie.

" Come on, try my cooking."

Shen Weiyue handed her a pair of chopsticks, and she went straight for the fish slices.

It was smooth, tender, and refreshing upon entering her mouth, hitting her taste buds directly, so good that little stars seemed to pop up in her eyes.

Liang Yuting tasted another dish and still couldn't help but shout internally: it's so delicious.

After tasting Shen Weiyue's dishes, she picked up a piece of the dish she had made, took a bite, then put down her chopsticks blandly and sighed:

" It's over. After eating your cooking, I can't eat my own at all anymore."

" Hahaha, am I good at cooking or what?"

" It's too good. How can you, a student, be so good at cooking?"

Seeing Shen Weiyue smile without answering, Liang Yuting asked suspiciously: " I heard you're great at video games, you play basketball well, your writing level is super high, and now you can cook such delicious food—how do you know so many things?"

" More skills don't weigh you down." Shen Weiyue took another big bite of her cooking. " Children from poor families grow up early. To avoid starving to death in the future, one always has to know a little more."

" What else can you do?"

" Raise pigs."

" ??? "

" When I was young, I had to help my mom feed the pigs. The pigs at home were all fed until they were plump. Look, just like this."

Shen Weiyue used serving chopsticks to put a piece of meat for Liang Yuting. She froze on the spot, then immediately went crazy:

" You're the pig!"

" I haven't been fed."

Liang Yuting didn't say a word and stuffed a vegetable leaf into his mouth, triumphantly saying: " Now you have."

Shen Weiyue looked at her, wanting to say something but stopping. Liang Yuting thought she had won and happily picked up a piece of fish for herself.

" Um... your chopsticks were just covered in my saliva..."

" ??? " Liang Yuting grabbed a tissue and frantically wiped her mouth, cursing " pfft, pfft, pfft " as she did, feeling like she was no longer clean.

Shen Weiyue watched her with a grin, feeling she was just a little girl who hadn't grown up at all, only pretending to be mature on the podium because of her status as a teacher.

The cheerful laughter filled the room with a different kind of vitality for the first time. As she thought about it, Liang Yuting couldn't help but laugh herself, giving him a charming, flirtatious roll of her eyes.

At this moment, the air seemed to be glowing.

Shen Weiyue stared at her like a silly goose, and the atmosphere suddenly went silent.

Fortunately, it had started raining outside at some unknown point, the raindrops pattering against the awning, diluting the awkward silence.

" Hurry up and eat, so we can finish today's English tutoring!"

Liang Yuting reminded him with a straight face, and Shen Weiyue nodded with a smile.

When the topic returned to studying, it entered Liang Yuting's familiar territory, so the atmosphere eased up again.

After the meal, Shen Weiyue took the initiative to wash the dishes and then cleaned the kitchen until it was spotless.

Liang Yuting had already prepared a specialized test paper for him, just waiting for him to accept the discipline.

" Student Shen, your progress in essay writing has reached a critical point. What follows is comprehensive practice—training in all types. Even if you improve by just one point, it's a huge step forward."

" Let's train on cloze tests tonight. I've prepared a mock test for you, combining past exam questions. Give it a try."

Shen Weiyue went over, sat down, and started working on the questions seriously.

Liang Yuting didn't disturb him and went to the sofa to read and prepare lessons.

Director Shen was naturally the type of person who could easily get absorbed in things. Once he started concentrating, everything around him would naturally be ignored.

Therefore, he naturally didn't notice that, unconsciously, the sound of book flipping or writing from the sofa had ceased.

When Shen Weiyue finished the mock test, put down his pen, and stretched his muscles, he turned his head to see that Liang Yuting had fallen asleep leaning against the sofa.

She slept very quietly, her breathing even and subtle, her features serene and beautiful.

Shen Weiyue wasn't in a hurry to wake her. He picked up a small blanket from the side, gently spread it out to cover her, and then sat to one side, waiting quietly.

Without realizing it, he also fell asleep out of exhaustion.

About ten minutes later, thunder suddenly rumbled outside.

Liang Yuting was startled awake. She first looked around in a panic, but seeing Shen Weiyue fast asleep beside her, hugging a throw pillow, she felt relieved.

Then she looked at herself and saw a blanket draped over her. She felt a sense of warmth from his silent care, her heart feeling so warm it seemed about to overflow.

Liang Yuting carefully examined Shen Weiyue's face, feeling that the more she looked at this young boy, the more handsome he became. His face had no acne marks at all, very clean and fresh.

Although his hair was styled roughly, his face shape was actually quite distinctive—sharp, sword-like eyebrows, a high bridge of the nose, and long eyelashes.

Strictly speaking, this guy had the foundation of a handsome man.

She draped the blanket over Shen Weiyue and went to the table to check the test paper; the handwriting was neat.

Liang Yuting graded it seriously; the accuracy rate was quite high, but there was still room for improvement.

" There are still about fifty days left. If I push him harder, he might really be able to score 140 points."

She thought happily, a great sense of achievement welling up in her heart.