Has Doctor Song Cooked Today?

A new neighbor moved in downstairs. He's handsome and an excellent cook.

Jian Shu especially loves his braised pork. If she goes a day without it, she craves it like crazy.

“Eating like this every day will raise your blood lipids...”

Jian Shu: I don't care about getting fat.

“...It's unhealthy.”

As he spoke, he set down a plate of bright green vegetables. “Here, finish these greens, and I'll make you braised pork tomorrow.”

The next day, Jian Shu faced a plate of bright green broccoli: ...

Where's the braised pork you promised?

Later, he became her personal chef, and she pestered him for braised pork every day.

Song Lingxu: No. Absolutely not.

Jian Shu: Just one bite, I promise.

Song Lingxu gripped his spatula and backed her against the stove. He lowered his head, his voice warm and gentle. “No meat, but you can have me. Want to try something new?”

Jian Shu, still thinking about braised pork: W-what kind of something new?

As soon as the words left her mouth, Song Lingxu lowered his head and gave her lips a quick peck. “How does it taste?”

Jian Shu smacked her lips, still wanting more, and rose on her tiptoes to kiss Song Lingxu. “You were too quick before, so I couldn't tell. Now I've tasted it. It's pretty good.”