The Taste of Love Starts in the Kitchen (GL) - Chapter 57

Song Baili looked at Qian Qian, who was getting closer, feeling a little at a loss.

She realized there wasn’t much room left to avoid, so she could only turn her head slightly and look elsewhere.

“It’s nice, but…”

Under the same roof, Song Baili wasn’t like Liu Xia Hui; the future was still long, and she feared that on a full moon night, a person might turn into a wolf. Should she prepare a wolf-repellent spray for Qian Qian in case that happens?

“But what? Are you afraid of me?”

Qian Qian’s lips curled into a playful smile as she slowly leaned in, her cheek almost touching Song Baili’s, waiting for her reaction.

“What would I be afraid of?”

“Afraid that I’d treat you like a little crayfish?”

Song Baili suddenly burst into laughter. The very thought of it had made her hesitate to speak up, yet, in contrast, Qian Qian could say it without hesitation.

“Then what are you planning to do? Steam me or grill me? Add some chili or no chili?”

“Bai-jie, you’re so beautiful and sweet, your skin is so fair, so pink…”

Before Qian Qian could finish, she suddenly stood up, pressed her nose to Song Baili’s neck, and took a deep sniff.

A warm breath lingered around Song Baili’s neck, sending an unprecedented electric shock-like sensation through her. A tingling feeling quickly spread, making her feel as if she couldn’t move.

“Mmm, you smell so good, it’s making my heart race. I think it’d be best to eat you raw, and peeling off your skin would make it even tastier…”

Hearing this, Song Baili’s face turned crimson, like she had been painted with a layer of blush.

Her breathing became rapid and irregular, her chest rising and falling noticeably, and her heartbeat echoed in her ears as she tried to avoid Qian Qian’s gaze.

Qian Qian was deeply captivated by Song Baili’s shy expression, feeling a sudden heat in her chest, as if a fire was quietly burning within her.

This sudden feeling made her swallow involuntarily, her throat dry, her heart racing as if it might burst out of her chest.

“Bai-jie, your beauty is criminal. If I were a man, I’d probably chase you around every day until you were worn out.”

Song Baili was embarrassed to the limit, her emotions a tangled mess, and feelings came rushing in like a powerful tide. She felt like she was on the verge of breaking down.

She hurriedly turned her body, clumsily moved to one side of the bed, and awkwardly adjusted the pillow, pretending to get ready for bed.

Seeing this clueless woman, Qian Qian pouted, her curled fingers unconsciously tightening.

She gritted her teeth, slowly moved closer to Song Baili’s side, her voice light and rhythmic, with a hint of teasing as she said:

“Bai-jie, can you give me a goodnight kiss?”

As she spoke, the air seemed to be filled with a subtle charge, making hearts race.

Song Baili pulled the blanket over herself and turned to the other side, acting as though she hadn’t heard what Qian Qian said.

Qian Qian moved closer again, a mischievous smile in her eyes, lightly pushing Song Baili, teasing her with:

“Song Qinyao can kiss you, so why can’t I? Last time, she kissed you, but now you won’t let me? Are you being kind to her and not to me?”

Song Baili pulled the blanket over her head, gently biting her lip, carefully hiding her face.

Qian Qian’s playful nature urged her to continue. She leaned down, almost close enough to Song Baili’s ear under the blanket, and flirted:

“Bai-jie, are you shy now? If you didn’t have feelings for me, why would you keep hiding from me?”

Suddenly, the blanket was lifted, and Song Baili sat up straight.

Then, with a soft but firm hand, she grabbed the back of Qian Qian’s neck and pulled her face closer. In a swift motion, she planted a light kiss on her lips, like the delicate touch of a dragonfly’s wing.

Song Baili gazed at Qian Qian, who was stunned and wide-eyed. She gently pressed her lips together, a shy blush spreading across her face, and lowered her gaze, softly saying:

“Good night.”

Song Baili let the words hang in the air, then lay down peacefully, pulling the blanket over herself, no longer paying attention to Qian Qian.

Qian Qian felt as though she had just woken from a beautiful dream, but the dream didn’t fade—it remained vivid in her heart.

Her heart was pounding like a bubbling stream, and an unfamiliar joy began to swell inside her, flooding like a river, forming a brilliant river of love.

She slowly closed her eyes, feeling as though she had stepped into a trap of quicksand, with each step sinking her deeper, unable to escape.

She knew she could never go back now, and she couldn’t resist the allure of this love. A strong desire and obsession seeped into every cell of her body.

Qian Qian closed her eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep.

In her dream, she found herself in a world full of happiness and beauty. Everything she longed for was within reach.

She dreamed she was in a lovely garden, surrounded by her favorite flowers. She strolled near a fountain in the center, droplets sparkling in the sunlight. Laughter echoed in the distance, and enchanting music played in the background.

Then, she entered a lavishly decorated restaurant, with a table full of delicious food. The air was filled with the aroma of the dishes, making her mouth water.

She felt someone gently tap her shoulder. She turned around quickly, scanning the surroundings, but found only empty space and a profound silence.

Suddenly, a gentle voice whispered her name in her ear. The voice seemed to come from a distant place, familiar yet strange.

Qian Qian slowly opened her eyes, and soft, silky sunlight streamed through the window, gently warming every corner of the room.

In her view, an angelic face appeared in front of her, smiling as it drew closer.

“Breakfast is ready. After you freshen up, we can eat together.”

Qian Qian quickly washed up and came to the table. Her eyes brightened, and a gleam of gratitude flashed in them.

The dream had been beautiful, but reality was just as captivating.

The elegant and beautiful female chef had prepared a sumptuous breakfast, and not only could she enjoy the food, but her eyes were also treated to the pleasure of beauty, doubling her happiness.

As Qian Qian’s gaze landed on Song Baili’s lips, the soft kiss from last night replayed in her mind like a vivid picture, stirring a shy emotion within her.

She tried to distract herself and quickly bit into a piece of bread, but the emotions inside her wouldn’t calm down. She couldn’t help but glance at Song Baili again.

Song Baili’s lips were full and lush, with a captivating color and a perfect curve that formed a charming bow shape. Her smile naturally lifted the corners of her lips.

Her lips slightly protruded, giving them a three-dimensional feel, radiating an irresistible charm whether slightly open or tightly closed.

Song Baili noticed Qian Qian’s gaze and felt a little self-conscious since she was barefaced. She gently put down the bread, took a sip of her coffee, and raised her head to meet Qian Qian’s gaze.

“What? Why are you staring at me?”

“Then what are you looking at?”

“I wasn’t looking at you.”

“You weren’t looking at me, so how do you know I was staring at you?”

Song Baili glanced at Qian Qian, her eyes flickering with a barely perceptible emotion.

Her gaze fluttered, like willow catkins drifting gently in the spring breeze.

“I can feel it.”

“Then why can’t you feel that I like you?”

Song Baili’s heart skipped a beat, her breath quickening, and her heart raced like the beat of a drum, growing faster and faster.

A warm current surged within her body, filling her with joy. She struggled to calm her breathing and control the emotions rising inside her.

The next second, reason took over, and she couldn’t help but think that last night’s teasing had become an addiction, and today’s confession was just continuing this playful game.

She thought Qian Qian had been joking from the beginning.

Song Baili swallowed the bite of bread, then lifted her head. Her gaze became emotionless, like a calm lake, without a ripple.

“I can feel it, I like you too, that’s why we’re teasing each other like this.”

Song Baili’s words were light, her tone flat, as if describing an ordinary, trivial matter.

Qian Qian’s mouth opened, and she stared at Song Baili, stunned as if struck by lightning.

Her lips moved, wanting to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat, and she couldn’t say a thing.

She couldn’t help but think: This girl is even dumber than a donkey!

She couldn’t figure out her thoughts at all.

Qian Qian felt both helpless and amused, as though she was holding a key but couldn’t find the lock, feeling powerless despite having the desire to move forward.

“Hmm, so unromantic. No wonder you’ve been single…”

Song Baili didn’t catch what Qian Qian said, but seeing her pout and mutter, she guessed that Qian Qian was probably complaining about her.

“What are you saying?”

“I said you were raised in a man’s world.”

“???”

Song Baili furrowed her brows, blinking a few times, and subconsciously touched her face.

She didn’t think of herself as a “beauty level” that could compare to a fairy, but she didn’t think her appearance was manly enough to be called a “tomboy.”

Qian Qian couldn’t help but sigh internally. Song Baili, this straightforward girl, took a serious confession as a joke, mistook a woman’s advances as discomfort, and made even the crooked ones want to become straight.

She felt like every time she put her love out there, it was a perfect shot at the basket, but she didn’t realize that Song Baili’s heart was slipperier than a basketball—every time, it just bounced off.