Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

His voice was so soft it was almost swallowed up by the sound of the hot pot boiling.

"Last night... I went a bit too far, but it's really not to the point where I can't even touch spicy food."

Jun paused in his action of putting bamboo fungus into the mushroom soup pot, and the soup ladle made a crisp sound as it hit the edge of the pot.

He looked down at the bamboo fungus unfurling in the milky white broth, then suddenly reached out and covered Sui Si's hand, which was resting on the table.

His fingertips gently caressed the pale blue vein, as if tracing some precious pattern:

"I know."

His voice was deep, warm with the vibration of his chest, "You have a high alcohol tolerance, you can stay up all night, and you can even laugh off difficult clients."

Sui Si's ears burned from his words, and when she tried to pull her hand away, he held it even tighter.

Jun Sui's thumb brushed against the thin calluses on the back of his hand as he continued:

"But it's precisely because you can handle everything that I wanted to..."

He paused abruptly, swallowing the rest of his sentence as his Adam's apple bobbed.

The rising steam blurred the lenses, but it couldn't hide the tenderness welling up in his eyes.

"What are you thinking about?"

Sui Si pressed on, as if possessed, her heart pounding in her chest.

The aroma of the tomato broth mingled with the sweetness of the mushroom soup, enveloping the two in a warm, misty haze.

I want to treat you like a porcelain doll.

Jun Sui suddenly looked up, his eyes behind his glasses shining brightly. "I want you to lean on me when you're tired, I want to keep all the spicy, cold, and stomach-irritating foods out of you, I want you to..."

He realized he had said too much, and turned his face away, his ears turning red.

"Anyway, I just want to be good to you, so good that when you think of me in the future, you'll feel warm inside."

These words were so blunt that Sui Si's breath hitched, and his cheeks burned redder than the broth in the tomato pot.

He looked down at his clasped hands and muttered under his breath, "So cheesy..."

Unconsciously, her fingers gripped Jun Sui's palm, her nails digging lightly into the back of his hand, like some kind of secret response.

Suddenly, a drop of scalding hot broth splashed from the tomato pot and landed on Jun Sui's wrist.

He hissed softly in pain, but a triumphant smile appeared on his face as Sui Si looked up nervously.

"See? This stuff is so hot, I should be the one to block it."

"childish!"

Sui Si turned his face away, but the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

He let go of the tripe to pick it up, but while it was being cooked in the broth, he quietly put the tenderest piece into Jun Sui's bowl.

As the waiter pushed the food cart closer, the rising steam blurred our vision.

As the mist dissipated, the scene before my eyes resembled a sweet painting:

Two young people sat facing each other. One of them had flushed cheeks, his lowered eyes were fixed on the table, and the tips of his ears were red.

The other one had a wicked smile on his lips and crescent-shaped eyes, looking just like a fox who had successfully stolen a bite.

Their hands were secretly hidden under the table, their fingers intertwined.

Out of professional habit, the waiter asked softly, "Would you like an apron?"

"Just one is fine."

Jun Sui smiled slightly, turned to look at Sui Si, his eyes filled with mischief, and whispered in Sui Si's ear.

"After all, someone showed off their skills yesterday and tore my favorite shirt."

"Follow me!"

Sui Si suddenly looked up, his movement so abrupt he almost jumped off his chair, his face instantly turning bright red, like a ripe apple.

"How...how could you say such a thing here!"

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, the waiter quickly handed over an apron and tactfully withdrew, gently closing the door to the private room before leaving.

At this moment, only Sui Si remained in the private room, glaring angrily at Jun Sui, who had a wicked grin on his face.

Jun Sui spread his hands, feigning innocence: "I'm just stating the facts. You were helping me test out the food processor yesterday, and you got so engrossed that you accidentally tore your shirt. What's wrong with that?"

Sui Si was so angry at his sophistry that she grabbed a crumpled napkin and threw it at him.

Stop talking nonsense and eat your food!

Jun Sui reacted quickly and easily caught the "paper ball weapon," then obediently picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.

As the broth in the pot simmered and steam rose, the awkwardness from the little incident gradually dissipated.

The two chatted back and forth, from interesting things that happened at work recently to newly released movies. The topics jumped around but were very natural, as if they were already used to this way of getting along.

"Here, try this."

Jun picked up a perfectly cooked shrimp paste, blew on it gently to make sure it wasn't too hot, and then carefully placed it into Sui Si's bowl.

"Be careful of the burns."

Sui Si lowered his head and took a bite. The delicious shrimp paste burst on his tongue, and the rich aroma instantly filled his mouth.

He squinted his eyes in satisfaction, praising sincerely:

"Hot pot is just different, it's so delicious!"

Jun Sui watched Sui Si enjoy the food, his eyes filled with tenderness that seemed to melt away:

"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."

As she spoke, she picked up a few more slices of tender beef and gently placed them into the mushroom soup pot.

"Don't just put food on my plate, eat some yourself too."

Sui Si hesitated for a moment, then picked up a cute bunny-shaped custard bun and put it into Jun Sui's bowl.

"Haven't you been saying you wanted to eat this for ages?"

Jun Sui looked delighted: "Is it really for me?"

He exaggeratedly clutched his chest, exclaiming, "What a wonderful day! One surprise after another!"

"Fine, don't eat it then, I can eat it myself." Sui Si pretended to take the bun back.

Jun Sui quickly protected the bowl: "Eat! Of course I'll eat! My Ah Si gave it to me, even if it were poison I'd willingly swallow it!"

He took a bite of the steamed bun, a happy smile spreading across his face. "It's sweet! The bun is sweet, and my heart is even sweeter!"

"Fool."

Sui Si muttered to himself, but the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up, and his eyes were full of unconcealed laughter.

The steam from the hot pot rose slowly between the two, blurring their outlines but making the love in their eyes even clearer.

This kind of interaction is casual and comfortable. Sometimes they tease each other, sometimes they treat each other gently, and every detail reveals their care for each other.

Just like this hot pot in front of you, one side has a fragrant mushroom soup, and the other side has a sweet and sour tomato soup. They seem to be distinct, but in fact they share the same pot of hot and warm flavor.

Jun Sui subtly touched Sui Si's shoes under the table with her toe, earning a feigned disdainful glare from the other party.

But the affection in his eyes had already betrayed his feelings.

They all understood that the significance of this date was never the food on the table, but the precious time they could share with the person in front of them amidst the everyday joys of life.

"Esteemed guests, I'm so sorry..."

The waiter stood at the door of the private room for the third time, repeatedly rubbing the folds of his apron with his fingertips, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously.

"It's peak dining time now, and the line of customers waiting outside stretches all the way to the elevator. I don't know if we can..."

Her gaze darted evasively to the two empty rattan chairs beside the round table, the last syllable of her sentence swallowed by the hum of the air conditioner.

Jun Sui's chopsticks, holding tripe, hovered above the tomato pot, with red oil still dripping from the metal tips.

He subconsciously moved closer to Sui Si, clearly unhappy about being disturbed in their private time.

"The tripe and beef aorta we ordered haven't all arrived yet, and even the side dishes for the mushroom soup hot pot are almost piled up on the edge of the table."

As she spoke, she added another slice of tender beef to Sui Si's bowl, deliberately emphasizing her words, "Besides, wouldn't a noisy dining environment affect one's appetite?"

Sui Si lowered his eyes and stared at the mushrooms in the bowl, then suddenly grabbed Jun Sui's wrist.

His well-defined fingers gently caressed the old scar on the other person's hand, a mark left from when he was chopping vegetables.

"Don't worry."

His voice was sweet as honey, and suddenly his eyes lit up dramatically as he looked over the waiter's shoulder into the corridor.

"Wait! Aren't those two...?"

The moment the carved wooden door was pushed open, a draft carrying the aroma of butter rushed in.

The tall boy walking in front wore a black turtleneck sweater. His fair skin shone with a pearly luster under the warm light. His shoulders were straight and sharp, and every step he took resembled a model's catwalk walk with precise calculations.

The chestnut-haired boy behind him was completely different.

Her fluffy curly hair bounced up and down with her cheerful steps, a cartoon keychain peeked out from the pocket of her beige hoodie, her eyes sparkled as she stared at the hot pot poster on the wall, and a bright smile that could melt away the winter chill played on her lips.