Chapter 354 Ulterior Motives (2/2)

”Go ahead,” Sayuri answered, shuffling in, ”But why are you here, Student -”

”Please, just call me Kyle,” Kyle interrupted, ”That's such a mouthful to say each time. Why would you call a person by their title or designation anyway?”

Kyle walked in and headed straight to the kitchen, opening the fridge door.

”Stud- I mean, K-Kyle,” Sayuri stammered, not being used to saying his name, ”What are you doing?”

”Have you had anything to eat yet today?” Kyle asked.

”Er ..” Sayuri couldn't answer that. She ate only when she was hungry and she hadn't really been feeling hungry since she was so caught up in her thoughts and work.

She heard Kyle tsked and watched him take out some raw chicken.

”Is chicken congee okay?” he asked politely, while taking out a knife and proceeded to debone the chicken.

”Ah? Er?” Sayuri stammered again, her mind going blank. Why was she so stupid at that moment? She was just so shocked that she couldn't comprehend what she was seeing.

In her kitchen, was the Smith Heir, Student Council President, and Sage Class Leader, expertly cutting chicken and going around in her kitchen like it was his own. All three identities did not seem to gel with this man who knew his way around the kitchen.

”Sit,” Kyle commanded, ”You're sick so you should always have proper food and nutrition.”

Kyle knew she wasn't really sick, but he could also tell that she hadn't been eating properly. There were no washed plates in the dish rack, the counter was clean and the sink was dry. It all indicated that the kitchen hadn't been used yet that day or even last night.

Since she hadn't eaten properly, congee was the best to ease an empty stomach. He washed the rice, placed it into a pot with the bones of the chicken and sprinkled salt. The chicken meat had been sliced and marinated slightly before he pan fried it.

He also minced some garlic and sliced some shallots. These were fried, then placed on a paper towel to drain the excess oil. Once done, he placed it in an airtight container and put it next to the plate of chicken that he made earlier.

Sayuri was mesmerized. The way Kyle cooked was like poetry in motion.

There was no superfluous motions. The way the knife flew by in a blur of motion ... the way he tossed the chicken as he fried it ... the way he plated everything. Sayuri could cook as well but next to him? She was like a student while he was the Masterchef.

”The congee will take a bit of time to be ready,” Kyle said, ”There's enough to last you for a day or two. Make sure you eat, okay?”

”Th-thank you,” Sayuri stammered again and she could have kicked herself.

Why was it, in front of him, she was a blabbering idiot??! Luckily he didn't know she was that ranting lunatic at the airport, though she didn't know which is worse. A stammering fool or an angry monkey.

Kyle smiled, then leaned back as he said, ”Well ... don't thank me yet, since I do have an ulterior motive.”

”Huh??”