The Taste of Love Starts in the Kitchen (GL) - Chapter 27

Qian Qian, dressed in a fresh and casual outfit, stepped out of the store with quick, light footsteps, heading toward a tall figure.

Song Baili was leaning against the glass window, her long legs straight and elegant.

She occasionally lowered her head to look at her fingers, which were nervously crossing each other, and sometimes raised her eyes to gaze into the distance. The silver light wrapped around her body, delicately outlining her graceful and elegant silhouette.

“Big sis Baili.”

Song Baili turned her head at the sound of the voice. Their eyes met midair, and Qian Qian felt as if her heart was struck by an electric current, activating all the cells in her body. Her five senses were immediately awakened, and she couldn’t suppress the small flutter of excitement inside her.

Qian Qian stood still, watching Song Baili walk toward her, each step graceful and light, like the notes of a song stirring her heartstrings. Her earlobe slowly turned a soft shade of rose, and her long lashes gently fluttered, stirring emotions deep within her.

The wind gently lifted Song Baili’s smooth hair, causing a few strands to fall across her face. Song Baili reached out and lightly tucked the strands behind her ear.

When their eyes met again, they couldn’t help but smile, as if without words, they could already sense each other’s emotional resonance.

Qian Qian scratched behind her ear, slightly lifting her face. Her eyes, clear as spring water, radiated a soft light. She pressed her lips together and said:

“The car’s parked a bit far. Let me go get it.”

“Let’s walk there together.”

“Oh, okay…”

Qian Qian took small, tentative steps forward. Her nervousness caused her to stumble slightly, and her body wobbled as if she were about to lose balance.

Song Baili moved swiftly, stepping forward to steady her, her hand gently resting on Qian Qian’s waist, keeping her from falling.

The unexpected intimacy brought a subtle sense of closeness between them, and a faint, almost imperceptible feeling of attraction lingered in the air. Feeling the softness and warmth of Qian Qian’s body, Song Baili’s fingers trembled slightly before naturally letting go.

As the distance between them increased, the delicate atmosphere dissipated like a breeze scattering the air.

Qian Qian’s brief joy quickly vanished, like a bubble popping. She slightly turned her body, looking back at the person behind her, biting her lip, the corner of her mouth turning down into an almost imperceptible frown.

Her toes lightly tapped the ground as she muttered to herself, “If I were to be held like that, I’d be able to push her away calmly. Only Baili could do that…”

Suddenly, a car sped toward them, the deep rumble of the engine breaking the quiet street. The headlights pierced the darkness, lighting up everything around them.

The car gradually slowed down, its wheels rolling smoothly on the road, finally coming to a stop beside them.

The car window slowly rolled down, and through the faint light seeping from the night, a beautiful face, even more alluring in the dark, gradually came into view.

Her slender eyebrows arched slightly, and her crescent-shaped eyes sparkled like fragments of starlight in the night, glistening with a brilliant gleam.

She smiled gently, her lips parting slightly as she looked at Song Baili, her eyes filled with excitement and a playful spark.

“Big sis, you don’t need to bother Miss Qian anymore. I’ve found a good place for you. Let’s go check it out now.”

Song Baili paused, a moment of hesitation in her gaze as she looked at Song Qinyao, before walking toward the car. Her hand lightly rested on the car roof as she bent down to speak to the person inside.

In the darkness, her eyes were unusually bright and clear, her voice soft and harmonious as she said:

“What are you up to now?”

“We can’t park here too long. Get in quickly,” Song Qinyao urged.

Song Baili’s eyes flashed with a moment of doubt. She lightly pressed her fingers against the roof, looking back at Qian Qian, before finally walking over to the car.

Qian Qian stood at the roadside, her head slightly lowered as her slender fingers fiddled with her knuckles. She glanced at the watch on her wrist, her eyes scanning the surroundings, before turning her gaze toward the distance. She sighed silently, but when she turned her head, she saw Song Baili walking toward her.

“My sister has prepared a place for me. We won’t be going to your house tonight.”

Qian Qian’s eyes darkened, and a sense of melancholy surged within her.

She unconsciously tightened her toes, trying to suppress the emotions welling up in her eyes. She lifted her chin slightly, her lips moving but no sound coming out.

Song Baili scratched her nose nervously, her eyes darting, clearly hesitating before finally speaking, her words coming out with some struggle:

“Well… even though we won’t be going to your place, would you still be willing to continue helping me… practice with me?”

Qian Qian’s lashes fluttered, her eyes shimmering with unspoken thoughts. Then, a soft smile bloomed from her lips, carrying a hint of warmth as she replied:

“Of course, I’m happy to. I won’t refuse anything you ask, Baili.”

Song Baili nodded slightly, her gaze softening with a quiet glimmer, a ripple of tenderness passing through her eyes.

She gently grasped Qian Qian’s elbow and led her toward the back seat of the car. As Qian Qian climbed in, Song Baili moved to the front passenger seat, lifting her leg into the car.

Just a few minutes later, as if time had flown by, the car arrived at their destination.

Song Qinyao parked the car carefully in the designated space of the community, then led them to the elevator and took them to the building’s top floor.

The building had a unique design, with only two apartments sharing each elevator.

They passed through a bright, transparent hallway, its spaciousness creating a tranquil atmosphere, offering both privacy and peace, as if cut off from the noise of the outside world.

When they entered the apartment, the first thing that caught their eyes was the large floor-to-ceiling windows reflecting the soft light of the stars. The seemingly simple decor revealed luxury in every detail.

There wasn’t much furniture, but each item was chosen for its elegant taste, complementing the understated style of the space.

The most eye-catching feature was the unique kitchen, with every tile and detail reflecting a distinctive style. The personalized lighting design showcased the owner’s love for aesthetics and the emotional investment in their home.

Song Baili’s eyes scanned the room, a gleam like that of black gemstones shining in her gaze, but it quickly faded as she composed herself.

She slowed her breathing, clasping her hands in front of her chest, her face betraying no emotion.

Song Qinyao occasionally glanced at her sister, captivated by every smile, slight nod, furrowed brow, or thoughtful silence. She tried to read her sister’s emotions but couldn’t quite figure her out.

“Do you like it here, big sis?”

“How much’s the rent?”

“No rent. You can stay as long as you want. And there’s a beautiful, on-call driver just for you.”

Hearing this, Qian Qian couldn’t help but smirk, turning to Song Qinyao and teasing, “Is the beautiful driver talking about me?”

Song Qinyao turned to meet her gaze, her eyes narrowing slightly, as a sharp light flashed in her eyes. A playful but subtle challenge sparkled in her look.

Her smile was captivating, with her lips curving into a graceful arc. There was a barely perceptible danger in her gaze, silently warning the person before her.

The air seemed to freeze, and a tense silence filled the room. Song Baili noticed the growing tension between the two and furrowed her brow. She stepped between them, pausing for a moment before speaking to Song Qinyao:

“Is this house…?”

At the sight of Song Baili’s gaze, Song Qinyao’s expression shifted dramatically. Her cold, icy eyes melted in an instant, and a softer, warmer aura spread through her.

“This house… was bought with the money I earned after long hours at work. My neck’s about to twist into a screw from all the overtime I’ve done!”

“Please, stop talking about a boyfriend. I don’t have one now, and I won’t ever have one!”

Song Qinyao’s outburst left both Song Baili and Qian Qian slightly stiff.

Qian Qian paused mid-motion, then slowly raised her eyes to watch Song Qinyao’s angry face, her gaze indifferent.

Song Qinyao’s face flushed with anger, her fists clenched tightly, her knuckles popping from the pressure. She pressed her lips together, her eyes burning with a fierce, fiery intensity.

The normally elegant and poised woman had completely lost control, her anger almost frightening.

Qian Qian, though hiding her amusement, couldn’t help but smirk inwardly, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Song Baili regained her composure and said softly:

“Understood. The house you worked so hard for. I won’t take any rent.”

Song Qinyao slightly lifted her chin, her eyes narrowing into a line as her tightly clenched fists relaxed, the fire in her eyes dimming.

The two sisters stared at each other, their gazes sparking with tension. The air around them seemed charged, like a powder keg ready to explode.

Song Qinyao pressed her hand to her chest, taking deep breaths to calm herself. Gradually, her frown eased, her shoulders relaxing, and the intensity in her eyes softened. Her arms naturally dropped to her sides.

“Big sis, you know I’d give you anything without hesitation. I just have one small request—while you’re here, let me stay with you too.”

Unable to hold back a small eye roll, Qian Qian shook her head lightly and walked across the room, heading to the other side.

Song Baili glanced briefly at her, her lashes fluttering with a soft tenderness in her eyes.

She turned to Song Qinyao, pausing for a moment as she weighed her words before sighing and saying:

“Qian Qian is helping me. I agreed to come, but you both need to get along.”

A radiant smile spread across Song Qinyao’s face, her eyes gleaming with affection.

She stepped closer to her sister, lightly taking her arm and leaning her shoulder against hers, silently conveying her hidden emotions through her touch.

“Alright, I’ll listen to you, big sis.”