Chapter 388: "Why Should I Be Jealous?!
Chapter 388: Chapter 388: "Why Should I Be Jealous?!
Jiang Ying was indescribably happy to meet Fu Cheng again at the hospital where she was interning.
"Are you busy over there? We can talk later then," Shen Lu said.
"It’s fine. Let’s just leave the call on."
As Fu Cheng spoke, he adjusted the camera angle so Shen Lu could see the entire hospital room.
Jiang Ying caught on. "Are you on a call? Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt."
"I’m talking with my fiancée. She’s very concerned about my health."
"Fiancée?" Jiang Ying froze. ’Fu Cheng has a fiancée?’
’Is it the same one from before, or... someone he found later?’
’It must be someone he found later.’
’Never mind the daughters of wealthy families; most ordinary girls’ first instinct would be to abandon their fiancé upon learning he was terminally ill.’
Jiang Ying felt a pang of regret.
’She was just a bit unlucky. If only she had met Fu Cheng a little sooner, then she would be the one who could rightfully stay by his side, right?’
"Congratulations," Jiang Ying said, her voice strained.
Fu Cheng gave a faint "mm."
The Light Brain on Jiang Ying’s wrist flashed twice. She tapped it to read the message. "My professor needs me. I’ll come visit you again when I have time."
Fu Cheng didn’t say anything. His relationship with Jiang Ying was lukewarm at best; there seemed to be no need for her to visit frequently.
But refusing her to her face would be too blunt.
So, Fu Cheng chose to remain silent.
Once Jiang Ying had left and the door to the room was closed again, Shen Lu said in a quiet, pointed tone, "She’s *really* concerned about you."
The sourness in her words was thick, and Fu Cheng couldn’t help but chuckle.
"If you don’t like her, I just won’t see her anymore."
"I don’t dislike her," Shen Lu huffed. "Her eyes were practically glowing when she looked at you."
’Based on her extensive experience from watching so many TV dramas, if this girl named Jiang Ying didn’t have a crush on Fu Cheng, she’d chop off her own head and kick it like a ball!’
"It was a reflection from the lights."
"No, it wasn’t!"
"Little Deer." Fu Cheng’s whole chest seemed to vibrate with rich laughter. "It sounds like you’re jealous."
"Jealous?" Shen Lu repeated dramatically. "Why would I be jealous?!"
"You’re talking nonsense. I’m not talking to you anymore."
Shen Lu angrily switched off her Light Brain, ending the call.
She pulled the covers up over her head, then lowered them again a moment later.
’There’s no reason for it. Why am I so angry?’
Shen Lu thought about it for a few seconds, but when no answer came, she gave up.
’Time for a nap. It’s a rare day off; it would be a shame not to rest properly.’
The nap didn’t last long; Shen Lu woke up after about an hour.
She was awake, but her body still felt lazy. She lay in bed, not wanting to move, contentedly scrolling through her Light Brain.
Suddenly, a message notification popped up on the screen.
Sang Yue: Boss Shen, can I use the things in the kitchen to bake some cakes?
Shen Lu was initially reluctant, but after thinking it over, she agreed.
She granted access to the pantry, so Sang Yue could go in and get ingredients for the day.
Shen Lu guessed Sang Yue couldn’t contain her excitement and wanted to bake a few cakes to practice, and also decide what products to launch for the cake shop.
To help Sang Yue open her shop sooner so she could participate in the Kitchen King competition and set the wheels of fate in motion with the Eldest Prince, Shen Lu had really made a lot of concessions.
When Shen Lu had had enough of lying around and went downstairs, she was greeted by the rich aroma of butter.
Xiao Lang was lying on his stomach at the kitchen doorway, his head stuck in the crack of the door, sniffing hard.
Shen Lu walked over and patted his little butt. "What are you doing?"
Xiao Lang jumped, quickly pulling his head back. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Sister Shen, I didn’t go into the kitchen. I was just smelling the aroma."
The range hood in the kitchen was very effective, so with the door closed, you could hardly smell anything from the outside.
But Xiao Lang’s sense of smell was unusually sharp. Even though he had just been playing in the greenhouse, he had caught a whiff of the enticing scent.
Kids just love sweet-smelling things.
"At least you’re honest." Shen Lu poked his forehead. "Come on, come inside with me and see what delicious things your Sister Sang Yue has made."
Xiao Lang leaped with joy. He didn’t dare go in and out of the kitchen on his own, but it was fine if Shen Lu took him.
The two of them walked in to see Sang Yue using a piping bag to squeeze out cookie dough onto a baking sheet.
Shen Lu’s baking skills could only be described as average; her technique was nowhere near as exquisite as Sang Yue’s.
For example, when Shen Lu made cookies, she would just squeeze out a blob, with no intention of shaping them.
Sang Yue was different. Not only were her shapes varied, but her flavors were also rich.
For instance, she was currently making rainbow cookies. Each cookie had six colors, and Xiao Lang’s jaw dropped in amazement the moment he saw them.
"It’s a rainbow!"
’So rainbows taste like cookies?’
After piping the rainbow cookies, Sang Yue placed the baking sheet into the preheated oven. She started mixing another batch of batter while talking to Shen Lu and Xiao Lang.
"Boss Shen, Xiao Lang, can you two help me taste test them in a bit?"
She didn’t know if her pastries would suit the local palate. Afraid they might be too sweet, she had deliberately reduced the sugar content to better highlight the natural flavors of the ingredients.
Shen Lu watched her hands as another type of cookie took shape.
It was a matcha checkerboard cookie. A palm-sized square cookie was divided into four smaller squares—two matcha green and two original color. They were not only cute but also had a fresh and simple charm that was very appealing.
The rainbow cookies hadn’t particularly moved Shen Lu, but these matcha checkerboard cookies made her mouth water.
She was quite fond of matcha-flavored things.
"When your shop opens, business will definitely be great," Shen Lu remarked sincerely.
’Sang Yue doesn’t just have the protagonist’s halo; she’s genuinely talented.’
’With such exquisite baking skills, it’s no wonder the Eldest Prince fell for her.’
"I also think business should be pretty good," Sang Yue said, agreeing wholeheartedly.
’If she didn’t have a few tricks up her sleeve, why would she be so confident about opening a shop?’
But there was something else Shen Lu left unsaid.
’Business would be good, but there would also be a lot of trouble.’
’Without Xue Can’s protection in the early stages, I wonder if she’ll be able to get through it safely. After all, in the original book, it took hundreds of thousands of words before Sang Yue and the Eldest Prince confirmed their feelings for each other.’
’In the beginning, it was Xue Can who helped Sang Yue the most, not the Eldest Prince.’
「Two hours later.」
Sang Yue’s pastries were all out of the oven.
Shen Lu gathered everyone from the shop into the fast-food restaurant area. As they gazed at the table full of pastries of all shapes and sizes, a collective "Wow!" escaped their lips.
Sang Yue had said she knew how to bake, but everyone had subconsciously assumed her skills were average and certainly no match for Shen Lu’s.
Now, that assumption was shattered.
"Come on, everyone, try Sang Yue’s cakes and pastries. Taste them carefully and give your honest, constructive feedback. It’ll affect her shop opening, you know."
Sang Yue nodded vigorously. "It’s okay if it’s not to your taste, but please be sure to tell me so I can make adjustments."
She knew that tastes varied from place to place.
By now, she had come to understand this world a little better, knowing she couldn’t do things the same way she used to.
She had to localize.