CH 7

After an entire day of filming, the exhausted Tian Jingzhi was surprised to see a bowl of cooked porridge on the dining table. 

Oh, did she pick up a “Mr. Snail”? 

(T/N: she’s referencing a manhua ‘Mr. Snail’, which makes reference to Chinese folklore.)

There was no one in the room, so she went to the window and looked out. Xue Lingqiao was watering the flowers in the garden. 

It’s said that being a home cook is a great evolution of men, was the old antique Monster Xue also evolving? Tian Jingzhi glanced at the porridge on the table and happily thought. No matter when she came back, there would always be someone waiting at home with food. That kind of feeling seemed pretty good. 

“Monster Xue.” She leaned on the window while cupping her face. Smiling, she looked at the top-quality old ‘fresh meat’ in front of her. She was in such a good mood that her bones became soft. 

Xue Lingqiao ignored her and focused on watering the flowers and plants under his feet. 

In her most cutest and pleasant voice, she pretended to be gentle and considerate. With soft eyes, she asked him, “You’ve lived for so long, who have you cooked porridge for?”

He did not respond.

“None, right? Seems I am different!”

An inexplicable sense of satisfaction overwhelmed Tian Jingzhi. She happily returned to the dining table and sat down. She picked up a spoon and took a big mouthful of porridge. After a second, her wonderful expression immediately became very strange. After finally forcing herself to swallow the porridge in her mouth, she quickly picked up her glass and chugged all the water in it. 

Humans are easily deceived by appearances, especially when they are happy. 

She didn’t know when Xue Lingqiao arrived by her side, and when he saw her reaction, he was a little apologetic, “It might not be very good, as it is my first attempt…”

Heavens! This is not just ‘not good’, it’s completely unpalatable! 

Tian Jingzhi had unfortunately choked on the water. She patted her chest and coughed non-stop. When she finally calmed down, she widened her eyes and asked angrily, “Which planet did you learn this dark dish from?!” 

Xue Lingqiao glanced at her, “Rice, water, and salt. Put it on the stove and cook for an hour. What's wrong?” 

“How much salt did you put in it?”

“The recipe says a little salt, so I put in a little less than the rice…”

“This amount of salt is enough to preserve my body for at least two hundred years! Even a stupid person like Xiaoyan knew how to cook porridge..." Tian Jingzhi paused when she blurted out that name. She smiled awkwardly and hastily tried to hide her embarrassment, “...you wash the dishes…” 

Tian Jingzhi ran back into her room.

Xue Lingqiao looked at the dining table. How unexpected. His craftsmanship was disliked. And the single bowl placed on the dining table is the iron proof. If it was a failed experiment, then he’ll just have to do better next time... He neatly fed the porridge to the trash. 

The next morning, Tian Jingzhi was walking downstairs when she heard strange noises from the kitchen. When she walked there, she saw that Monster Xue had become a home cook again. He was busy in the kitchen early in the morning. Taking a closer look, the Little Apprentice Xue even had a food book in front of him. He is tinkering with something according to a recipe from the book. From his stern and solemn look, one would mistaken him for conducting a science experiment. 

Tian Jingzhi found the sight amusing, “Monster Xue, do you feel like a failure now? Even after living for over five hundred years, you can't even cook porridge…”

Xue Lingqiao was not offended, “Why does it matter? I am not a cook. It's you, an actor who can't act.” 

Tian Jingzhi immediately frowned, “Who said I can't act? I'm going out to act now. What about you? Do you plan to cook all day? Be careful and don’t burn my kitchen down, or I will kill you.” She raised her hand and made a throat-slitting gesture. 

Xue Lingqiao thought for a bit, but decided to tell Tian Jingzhi, “I have contacted the person who commented about painting. I’ll be meeting up with her later.”

Tian Jingzhi was elated and with an expression of watching a good show, she said, “Tsk tsk... Heroine with amnesia, I wish you good luck!”