The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Fan Zhen had only asked Fu Siyi to go to the kitchen out of nervousness, without thinking it through. She never expected Fu Siyi to actually show up the next day.
There was still some leftover meat filling from making tangyuan, and Fan Zhen was crouched in front of a low cabinet, scooping flour to prepare dumplings, when she heard a clatter at the kitchen door.
Looking up, she saw that tall figure suddenly appear at the entrance. Old Huang, who was carrying vegetables, was so startled he dropped the basket in his hands.
“Y-Young Miss, what are you doing in the kitchen? If you need anything, I’ll bring it to you.”
Ying Gu was helping nearby, and she too froze for a few seconds upon seeing Fu Siyi. Then she nudged Fan Zhen’s back with her elbow and leaned in with a teasing smile: “See? I told you, the young miss is easy to coax.”
Fan Zhen’s ears instantly flushed red. She brushed her hair behind her ear and lowered her eyes, but no matter how many little gestures she made, she couldn’t hide the nervousness and shyness in her gaze.
Ying Gu stared at Fan Zhen’s trembling eyelashes and grinned. “Oh dear, what’s going on today? The kitchen feels so cold—could the heating system be broken?”
She moved to the sink and subtly nudged Old Huang with her foot. “Go check the utility room. Maybe the heating line to the kitchen is out.”
“No, the heating’s fine,” Old Huang said as he wiped sweat from his brow, utterly confused. “See, I’m sweating.”
Ying Gu’s face twisted slightly. “That’s not sweat. It’s just water on your face.”
Old Huang, clearly lost, took off his gloves and wiped his face roughly, then held his hand up to her. “Look, it’s definitely sweat.”
Ying Gu smacked him on the back of the head with a clenched jaw: “That’s because you’re weak.”
Then, she grabbed the straps of his apron and dragged the still-bewildered Old Huang out of the kitchen—leaving the two young women staring at each other.
After a few seconds, Fu Siyi awkwardly moved next to Fan Zhen and softly asked, “How did you get the filling inside the tangyuan?”
Her enchanting peach blossom eyes were focused intently on the flour basin, like a curious kindergartener.
Fan Zhen couldn’t help but smile. “You’ll see in a minute.”
As she spoke, she added water to the flour and began kneading.
In the Su Kingdom, daylight was short, and winter lasted longer than summer. People often ate meat-based dishes and rarely made flour-based ones.
Fu Siyi found the process novel and fascinating. Tilting her head, she asked, “Fan Zhen, what are you making?”
“Kneading dough,” Fan Zhen said, the corner of her eyes curving with a hint of mature charm. “We’re making dumplings today.”
“What are dumplings?” Fu Siyi blinked, distracted by the alluring glint in Fan Zhen’s eyes. “And you still haven’t told me how the filling goes into the tangyuan.”
Fan Zhen winked. “Don’t rush. Once I finish kneading the dough, I’ll show you.”
Fu Siyi watched her skillful hands and wanted to try it too. “Let me help you.”
Fan Zhen moved to the side, leaving some space. “Sure.”
Fu Siyi washed her hands and tried to imitate Fan Zhen’s kneading technique. But her method was all wrong—the flour was as loose as dandelion fluff and stuck messily to her hands.
She tried shaking it off, but the flour flew everywhere. The sticky mess wouldn’t come off no matter what, and frustration began to rise—her lips tightening into a thin, cold line.
Fan Zhen had been watching her out of the corner of her eye the whole time. Seeing her struggling like that, her heart softened instantly. The first instinct that came to mind was…
To comfort her.
Fan Zhen walked behind her and gently covered Fu Siyi’s hands with her own. “Not like that—let me teach you.”
As Fan Zhen pressed up against her, Fu Siyi froze completely. The cool glow in her eyes shattered in an instant.
Fan Zhen guided her hands into the flour, gently stirring until the mixture began to come together.
“Just knead it gently like this… be patient. See? The flour’s cooperating now, isn’t it?”
Her warm voice brushed past Fu Siyi’s ear, breath tickling and seductive. “The longer you knead it, the softer it becomes. It’ll taste better too.”
Fu Siyi was kneading the dough—but Fan Zhen was kneading her hands. Round and round, soft and slow…
After a while, Fan Zhen tilted her head toward her. “This is about right.”
When she moved her lips to speak, they brushed Fu Siyi’s earlobe. In that instant, something seemed to explode between them—crackling sparks igniting from nowhere.
Fu Siyi tried hard to ignore the soft, fragrant sensation of Fan Zhen against her back, but the gentle contact only made things worse.
The sharp curve of Fan Zhen’s chest pressed against her spine, like a spring shoot: tender and warm, yielding and pliant—just like the dough in the bowl.
Fu Siyi, a completely inexperienced little alpha, had never been this close to anyone before. Her expression turned increasingly stiff, unsure how to react. She remained frozen in place.
Her thoughts were a mess, and then she heard Fan Zhen whisper in her ear, “Feels soft, doesn’t it?”
Soft…
Unbelievably soft.
Are Betas supposed to be this soft and delicate?
Fu Siyu had never touched an Omega or a Beta before. This was the first time she had encountered this kind of softness—fragrant, tender, like spring ripples spreading through her heart, leaving circles of warmth.
Fan Zhen smiled sweetly. “The dough is just right now. We can move on to the next step.”
The dough?
Fu Siyi’s long lashes trembled. So when Fan Zhen said “soft,” she meant…
The dough.
Not her body.
Realizing her own thoughts had veered off track, Fu Siyi’s face flushed with rising heat.
The kitchen was already warm with the heater and the stove, and now it felt almost sweltering.
This posture, this scene, this atmosphere—it clearly went far beyond the boundaries of a master and her maid.
Fu Siyi tilted her head slightly, trying to pull away, but in doing so, her lips accidentally brushed something soft.
A warm, moist sensation brought a jolt of tingling sweetness.
The two of them pulled apart as if shocked, eyes meeting, breath tangled—they both froze for a second.
Fu Siyi saw Fan Zhen’s eyes suddenly sharpen with clarity, and then she instinctively stepped back, raising a hand to her lips. Her cheeks and neck were blushing uncontrollably.
Seeing this gesture, Fu Siyi finally realized—
That soft thing she’d brushed against…
Was Fan Zhen’s lips.
Her heart skipped a beat. She averted her eyes, flustered and lost.
What now?
She didn’t mean to offend her, but what would Fan Zhen think?
“I’m sorry…” Fu Siyi apologized sincerely, her ears tinged with red.
Fan Zhen hurriedly turned away, pretending to clean up the dishes on the table. “I-it’s fine… it was an accident… please don’t worry, Young Miss.”
Though they both tried to brush it off, the atmosphere inevitably turned awkward. They stood back-to-back, pretending to focus on their respective tasks, but both were clearly unsettled.
Just then, a commotion came from outside.
“Xia Yicheng, let’s wait in the main hall. It’s rude to just barge in like this.”
“Hey! Fang Songxian, stop pulling me! Let go.” Xia Yicheng shook her off forcefully, clicking down the hall in her heels. She turned and smiled at Ying Gu: “It’s not like this is our first time here, right? Granny Ying?”
Ying Gu frowned slightly. “Miss Xia, please wait outside. I’ll go inform her.”
Xia Yicheng lowered her voice, pouting playfully. “Granny, do I still need to be announced when it comes to Xiao Yi? This place is practically my home.”
She strutted toward the kitchen with the air of a rightful hostess. “I heard from the servants that Xiao Yi is in the kitchen. What’s she doing in there?”
Ying Gu’s face clearly showed her displeasure, but she said nothing.
Xia Yicheng didn’t care. She walked straight up to the kitchen door—and saw Fu Siyi with her sleeves rolled up, working beside a stunningly beautiful maid she didn’t recognize.
All her life, Xia Yicheng had been the embodiment of beauty. Her wealthy background had only enhanced the glow of her appearance. She was beautiful and she knew it, always proud like a swan.
But now, facing this unfamiliar maid, she felt—for the first time—a sense of insecurity.
That feeling ignited a sudden surge of anger. And seeing Fu Siyi and this woman alone in the kitchen pushed her over the edge.
She stormed up to Fan Zhen and looked her up and down with contempt. “Where do you get the guts to order the Young Miss around?”