Chapter 131: The Jealous King of East Asia (Two in One)
Chu Ze glanced at Xia Anruo in the kitchen. He was afraid that if he agreed, the knife would fly towards him...

Xia Anruo's knife flashed, and Chu Ze's head fell to the ground.

"You're a bit busy." Chu Ze said to Song Ziqi.

"Then when is Teacher Chu Ze free?" Song Ziqi asked.

"Let's talk about it later. I'll definitely do it next time. Is there anything else?" Chu Ze asked.

"……temporarily unavailable."

"Then I'll hang up first."

After Chu Ze finished speaking, he couldn't wait to hang up the phone, and the frightening voice behind him finally stopped.

He turned around cautiously and walked back to the kitchen, where he saw shredded potatoes and chopped meat on the chopping board.

Sometimes it’s not a good thing if your girlfriend is good at knife skills.

I always feel that my fragile little life is at risk of withering.

But it seems that Xia Anruo would be in danger if he was empty-handed.

Seeing Chu Ze coming over, Xia Anruo glanced at him sideways, and then there was a bang, and the kitchen knife was firmly nailed to the chopping board by Xia Anruo.

"Are you done talking?" Xia Anruo asked expressionlessly.

"We're done chatting." Chu Ze touched his nose.

That’s not right. He didn’t do anything. Why should he feel so guilty?
"Why are you still standing there after we've finished chatting? I have cut the vegetables, have you washed the pot?" Xia Anruo pointed to the pot still in the sink.

"Right away."

Chu Ze quickly went over to clean the pot, wiped it dry, put it on the gas stove, and turned on the fire. "We need to add oil first, right?"

"Yes." Xia Anruo nodded.

"How much should I put in?" Chu Ze picked up the oil bottle and looked at Xia Anruo and asked.

"Appropriate amount." Xia Anruo said without thinking.

“What’s the right amount?”

"The right amount means whatever you think is appropriate."

"If you leave it to me, I'm afraid the kitchen will explode." Chu Ze was speechless.

Do I need you to teach me how to cook if I want to know the appropriate amount?

"It's just about one spoonful anyway." Xia Anruo thought about it.

"How big is a spoonful? How many milliliters?" Chu Ze asked very seriously.

"..."

Xia Anruo couldn't tell. Who knew how many milliliters it was? She had been cooking based on her feeling for a long time.

She can tell how much oil and salt a dish needs just by touching it, but if you ask her to give a specific number, she really can't tell you.

So facing Chu Ze's endless questioning, Xia Anruo now just wanted to hit someone.

"You have to describe it to me in a more specific way, such as appropriate amount or small amount. How do I know how much to put in?" Chu Ze continued to ask.

Xia Anruo became impatient and pushed Chu Ze aside: "Go away, I'll do it myself."

"Ah? Didn't you say you would teach me?" Chu Ze was stunned.

"I'll show you once, and you can remember the amount. Then you'll know the right amount next time."

Xia Anruo felt that it would be a bit difficult for Chu Ze, a newbie, to start right away, so it would be better to let him learn from the side first.

Otherwise, if Chu Ze were to do it herself, not to mention whether she could cook the dish, she would probably go crazy.

After Xia Anruo finished speaking, she took the oil bottle and poured a proper amount of oil into the pot. When the oil was hot, she added garlic slices and chili shreds and stir-fried until fragrant. She then poured in chopped potato shreds and stir-fried until translucent.

The operation was smooth and flowing, and Chu Ze was enjoying it just watching from the side.

That’s right, teach me what dish to cook. It’s much better if you can cook it yourself.

If you are comfortable, I am comfortable too.

Especially with Xia Anruo's beauty, the demeanor of a beautiful chef, you can eat three bowls of rice just by looking at her.

Stirring the food in the pan with a spatula, Xia Anruo hesitated for a while, and finally asked, "Just now... why did Song Ziqi call me specifically?"

"Didn't 'Sunny Day' top the new song charts? She just came to report the good news. That's normal." Chu Ze looked at Xia Anruo's expression, thinking that she had been wanting to ask for a long time, and finally couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Then she still wants to treat you to a meal?" Xia Anruo asked suspiciously.

"She and her agent just want to thank me, so don't think too much about it." Chu Ze explained clearly, trying to dispel her suspicions.

"What am I thinking? I'm just curious."

Xia Anruo said this, but she picked up the vinegar bottle and poured half of it into the pot. Immediately, the sour smell of vinegar spread throughout the kitchen and the whole house.

"Fuck, did you add too much vinegar?" Chu Ze smelled the pungent smell of vinegar and covered his nose.

"No, it's just right." Xia Anruo replied indifferently.

"you sure?"

"If I say it's suitable, it's suitable."

"..."

Okay, you are the chef and you have the final say.

It took an hour.

The dishes were prepared one after another, and lion head, fish-flavored shredded pork, Kung Pao chicken and spicy and sour shredded potatoes were served on the table one after another.

Chu Ze and Xia Anruo sat face to face at the dining table. Chu Ze, who had been hungry for a long time, couldn't wait to pick up the rice bowl and started picking up the food and gobbling it up. In contrast, Xia Anruo ate in small bites using chopsticks.

The main thing is elegance.

As Chu Ze was eating, he picked up a piece of spicy and sour potato shreds and put it into his mouth. The next second, the extremely irritating sour taste filled his mouth and rushed straight to his brain, and he almost vomited.

But when I thought about Xia Anruo sitting opposite me and this was the dish she cooked, it would be a bit inappropriate for you to vomit in front of her.

So Chu Ze was caught in an awkward situation where he couldn't vomit, and couldn't swallow either, so he could only hold it in his mouth with a constipated look on his face.

"What's wrong? It's not delicious?" Xia Anruo also noticed Chu Ze's expression and asked curiously.

Chu Ze nodded and shook his head, not knowing what to say.

Xia Anruo looked at him strangely, then picked up a piece of shredded potatoes with chopsticks and tasted it.

"yue!"

Xia Anruo's face changed as soon as she put it in her mouth. She couldn't help but spit it out. She quickly took several mouthfuls of rice to suppress the sour taste.

After a while, Xia Anruo spoke up: "Why is it so sour?"

you ask me?
Why are you so sour? Don’t you know it?
"I told you that you put too much vinegar, but you still don't admit it." Chu Ze complained as he forced himself to swallow the shredded potatoes in his mouth.

Xia Anruo was speechless and really couldn't refute it.

"The jealous little king of East Asia." Chu Ze muttered again.

"You are the jealous one." Xia Anruo kicked Chu Ze with her little feet under the table and said unhappily.

"Aren't you the jealous one? Why do you add so much vinegar?" Chu Ze said.

"It's all because of you. Your words distracted me." Xia Anruo argued and passed the blame.

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault." Chu Ze didn't bother with women.

It is extremely stupid to reason with a woman.

"It's your fault in the first place." Xia Anruo curled her lips.

Chu Ze smiled helplessly, picked up another piece of hot and sour potato shreds with chopsticks, grinned and said, "It's sour, really sour."

Xia Anruo kicked Chu Ze again in shame and anger.

But this time Chu Ze was prepared, and he spread his legs in advance to let Xia Anruo kick in the air, and then he tightened his grip to clamp her little foot. "Let go!" Xia Anruo couldn't pull her foot out, so she scolded.

"No, your feet are not steady." Chu Ze did not let go.

Seeing that she couldn't pull her foot out, Xia Anruo stepped on Chu Ze's toes with her other foot. Chu Ze felt the pain and loosened his legs a little. Xia Anruo took the opportunity to pull her foot out.

"Hiss, you're quite cruel." Chu Ze took a breath.

"Who told you not to let go?" Xia Anruo snorted.

Chu Ze rubbed his feet.

Haha, I remember it.

Whichever foot steps on me this time will make it pay the price next time.

After the fight, the two of them started eating quietly again.

Although the spicy and sour potato shreds were too pungent, the other dishes were still delicious. The two of them finished all the dishes on the table in more than ten minutes.

What Xia Anruo didn't expect was that Chu Ze actually finished eating the spicy and sour potato shreds.

"Why did you eat all the shredded potatoes?" Xia Anruo was confused.

"We can't waste food." Chu Ze burped.

"How can you eat something so sour?" Xia Anruo couldn't understand.

She couldn't eat a single bite anyway.

One mouthful of shredded potatoes can probably finish a bowl of rice.

"It should be a little sour to go with the rice, and I have to finish what you cook." Although Chu Ze found it a little difficult to swallow at first, after eating it many times and getting used to it, it didn't seem so bad anymore, and it even made him feel a little bit drunk.

Listening to Chu Ze's words, Xia Anruo bit her chopsticks, pursed her lips, and felt sweet in her heart.

After dinner.

Just as Xia Anruo was about to stand up to clean up the dishes, Chu Ze took the lead and quickly cleaned them up, went into the kitchen, put the dishes in the sink and started washing them.

When Xia Anruo saw that her job had been taken away, she leaned against the stove and watched Chu Ze wash the dishes.

"You are quite self-conscious." Xia Anruo said with a smile.

"You cook and I wash the dishes. From now on, we will have a clear division of labor in our family." Chu Ze divided the scope of housework for each of them.

"Why don't you just pick a job that's easy to do?" Xia Anruo raised her eyebrows. Although she wanted to refute the word "our family", she didn't say anything.

"Doing it the wrong way could easily lead to someone's death, and washing dishes is tiring work, with so many pots and pans, and then you have to clean up the kitchen." Chu Ze never thought washing dishes was an easy job.

It’s better to say that for many people, washing dishes is much more annoying than cooking.

Many people are too lazy to cook just because they don’t want to wash dishes.

"You're so tired, do you want me to help you?" Xia Anruo smiled.

"Okay, come and massage my shoulders to relax my muscles." Chu Ze actually followed her request.

"Come on, you didn't do much work, what's there to relax about?"

"Then massage my head. Look at how many songs I have written for you these days. I don't know how many brain cells have died. If I don't massage it, your inspiration might run out one day." Chu Ze pointed to his head.

Xia Anruo curled her lips when she heard this. God knows how credible Chu Ze's words are.

If you are really so tired, do you still have time to write songs for others?
But she still hesitated for a moment, then walked over, stretched out her white little hand behind Chu Ze, and pressed her ten slender fingers on Chu Ze's head gently.

"Ah~"

Chu Ze let out a comfortable moan.

"Don't scream."

Xia Anruo slapped him on the head with her jade hand.

"Your massage is so comfortable that I can't help it. Have you ever considered opening a massage parlor instead of being a celebrity in the future?" Chu Ze suggested.

Before Xia Anruo could say anything, Chu Ze shook his head and denied it: "No, I can't ask you to give massages to other people. It's okay for women, but I'd be jealous if it was a man."

Xia Anruo listened to Chu Ze's mumbling, raised her eyebrows, and applied force on the fingers pressing on Chu Ze's head.

"Oh, are you Mei Chaofeng?" Chu Ze felt like his head was about to burst.

"Who is Mei Chaofeng?" Xia Anruo had never heard of this name.

"The one who knows the Nine Yin White Bone Claw." Chu Ze said.

"What is the Nine Yin Bone Claw?"

Chu Ze forgot that there is no Jin Yong in this world. He rubbed his scalp which was scratched and hurt: "You almost scratched ten holes in my head with that move just now."

"Who told you to talk nonsense?"

"You're not happy when I praise your skills."

"How could you imagine a big star becoming a masseur?" Xia Anruo said unhappily.

"I think these two professions are kind of similar in a sense?" Chu Ze said with a smile.

"?"

……

Recently, Song Ziqi has become very popular because of the song "Sunny Day", and has therefore attracted the attention of the "Who is the King of Singers" program team.

In the conference room.

The director was having a meeting with several assistant directors and planners.

Director: "The next episode's replacement guest needs to be confirmed. There are three candidates now, Jiang Xinyan, Luo Hao and Li Xue. What do you think?"

"There's nothing wrong with the abilities of these three singers, but they're too ordinary. I think our show still lacks some highlights," suggested an assistant director.

"We now have an original song by An Ruo in every episode. Isn't that enough of a hit?"

"Not enough. Now the number of online views of each of our episodes is continuously declining. Obviously, An Ruo alone is not enough to attract people. The audience is aesthetically fatigued, so we need to find some other popularity to bring back the view volume." The man shook his head.

"It's not that easy to bring back the popularity. Just hire a traffic idol."

"If we invite a traffic idol to compete with talented singers on our show, what will happen to our reputation? That will ruin it."

"Aren't there any talented traffic idols?"

"Why would a talented person be an idol? He would have transformed long ago."

Everyone expressed their opinions one after another.

Suddenly, another female assistant director raised her hand and said, "I would like to suggest someone. How about Song Ziqi?"

“Is she a traffic idol?”

"No, but don't you know she's very popular recently?"

"Oh, the song "Sunny Day" that's been very popular recently is sung by her, right?" someone remembered.

"This song has been very popular recently. Maybe we can take advantage of the popularity. Besides, Song Ziqi's singing skills are not bad either. She just wasn't very famous before."

"Song Ziqi is not as famous as first-tier singers now, it's just that this song became popular."

“I feel like it would be better to invite an older generation singer to pull down the sentimentality.”

Some people were in favor of this proposal, while others were against it, and the dispute was unresolved.

The female assistant director looked at the discussion and spoke again: "You may have overlooked one thing. Song Ziqi belongs to the same entertainment company as An Ruo. This means that Song Ziqi is An Ruo's junior in the same company."

"There is still this relationship?"

"So what?"

"Maybe we can come up with a gimmick in the next episode where the younger generation challenges the older generation. What do you think, director?" The female assistant director put forward her proposal.

(End of this chapter)