Chapter 61

From the moment the knife in Qin Su's hand fell onto the cutting board, there was a deathly silence both inside and outside the variety show.

Jin Xiao mechanically shredded the potatoes, his eyes following Qin Su's hand movements.

Xue Jianxing stood next to the refrigerator wearing an apron, his initial intention to help vanishing completely.

Xu Shishi, Cheng Fubai, and Gu Chiyan were completely stunned.

The celebrity observers in the observation room were so shocked that they were speechless.

Xiang Shuangshuang exclaimed, "Ah! How could she...!"

He couldn't finish the sentence for a long time.

Being able to cook is nothing unusual, but Qin Su being able to cook is quite unusual.

And she did it so professionally and beautifully.

None of the people present knew anything about cooking, but they did understand aesthetics.

Both Qin Su's knife skills and her movements when stir-frying food were full of graceful beauty.

Cheng Fubai is both an editor and a photographer, and he has a keen eye for capturing these kinds of details, which captivated everyone who watched.

Qin Su looked around, unfazed by their behavior.

"I'm going to chop some things, so can someone find me an apron?" she asked again.

Everyone snapped out of their daze and exclaimed in unison, "I'll do it!"

The voices, varying in pitch, overlapped, and the group looked at each other, leaving an awkward aftertaste.

Qin Su said disdainfully, "What's there to argue about when it's just an apron?"

She simply pointed directly at Xue Jianxing: "Xingxing, can you take this for me?"

Xue Jianxing replied, "Okay."

There were three aprons in the kitchen. She wore one herself and handed the remaining two to Jin Xiao and Qin Su respectively.

Jin Xiao reached out and took it, but Qin Su did not.

She naturally turned her back to Xue Jianxing and said, "My hands are wet, so it's inconvenient for me to put them on. Xingxing, can you help me?"

Xue Jianxing paused for a moment, then stepped forward nervously.

When tying the apron straps, she couldn't help but move gently, trying to minimize touching.

...too detailed.

Xue Jianxing knew Qin Su had a slim waist, but he didn't know it was this slim.

The narrow curves on both sides suddenly tighten between the taut lines above and below, like a tempting vortex that could lure people in and drown them.

She keenly sensed that everyone's gaze was fixed on her, as if they wished they could reach out and embrace her waist.

Xue Jianxing immediately fastened the straps, let go, and stepped back: "All done."

"It looks like you tied it too loosely." Qin Su glanced at her from the side. "Never mind, as long as it doesn't come undone."

She didn't pay attention to that, lifted the lid of the soup pot and stirred it. Seeing that a group of people were still standing there, she started to shoo them away: "Everyone, move along, you're affecting the air circulation."

Everyone had no choice but to leave the kitchen, leaving Xue Jianxing and Jin Xiao to help.

Qin Su pulled the chicken out of the basin next to her and showed it to Xue Jianxing: "Look, it's a genuine Sanhuang chicken. How about we have some pork rib and corn soup for lunch, then stew some pepper pork tripe and chicken soup in the afternoon, and have it for dinner?"

Xue Jianxing is from the South and is used to drinking soup before meals. Eating a meal without soup is more awkward than eating without chopsticks.

But she has a kind personality and doesn't like to trouble others, so she hasn't mentioned it in the past two days, only making soup when she's cooking for herself.

She was momentarily stunned, not expecting Qin Su to remember it and to treat it as a main dish.

"Pig stomach?" Jin Xiao, who was standing nearby, hesitated for a few seconds after hearing the conversation, and asked, "Does this soup have to have pig stomach in it?"

Xue Jianxing asked, "Can't you eat pig's stomach?"

Jin Xiao touched his nose: "I can eat it, but I don't really like it."

Xue Jianxing said, "Then let's not make it. We can stew the chicken with something else."

"How can that be?" Qin Su's fingers flew as she deftly tied the scallions into a knot and stuffed them into the chicken's belly. "I've already prepared everything."

She glanced at Jin Xiao and said, "If you don't like it, you don't have to drink it."

Xue Jianxing hesitated, "If I don't like it, the smell is quite unpleasant. Maybe I should just forget about it."

Qin Su said matter-of-factly, "He doesn't like it, but you do. Why are you giving in to him, a grown man?"

Jin Xiao then realized he shouldn't have said that, and immediately followed Qin Su's words, saying, "Yes, I was just saying that. You should eat."

Seeing that Xue Jianxing was still a little embarrassed, Qin Su said to Jin Xiao with dissatisfaction, "Look at you, you've made Xingxing feel guilty."

Jin Xiao said, "I really just said it offhand."

Qin Su: "Then I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself. Go to the shopping bag in the living room and get the needle and thread I just bought."

Jin Xiao knew she was giving him a way out, so he quickly agreed, "Okay, I'll go right away."

Qin Su then put the ginger slices into the chicken's belly and said to Xue Jianxing, "Let him talk nonsense. We won't let him drink the soup, and we'll make him work. Let's bully him a bit."

Xue Jianxing pinched the edge of the apron.

Although it wasn't a big deal, this blatant favoritism and inclination still felt very unfamiliar to her.

People with her temperament are often easily overlooked or assumed to compromise and give in.

This is the first time someone has "bullied" someone else for her sake.

Jin Xiao had just returned with his things when he heard this and said with a smile, "Alright, ladies, please feel free to bully me today."

Qin Su: "You said it yourself, I didn't force you."

Jin Xiao pointed to the camera: "The camera lens is proof."

Qin Su: "Fine, if you don't keep your word, let the audience throw rotten eggs at you."

Jin Xiao couldn't help but laugh: "Then I'm too scared."

Xue Jianxing couldn't help but smile.

In the observation room, Xiang Shuangshuang smiled like an aunt.

"Hey, they look like a young couple flirting."

Shi Yi: "I've discovered that Qin Su has a special ability: if she wants to make the atmosphere better, it will immediately become better."

Tan Ling summarized her as follows: "She is very good at controlling the flow of the event and can easily control the pace."

Zuo Fei was still stuck in the scene she had just seen: "Her waist is so thin..."

The other four celebrities immediately turned around to look at him.

"Ahem." Zhang Wenyan suppressed a laugh and reminded him, "Control yourself. Even though the boy band has disbanded, you still have so many fans watching you."

Xiang Shuangshuang: "Ahhh, I really want to ask her how she manages to have such a great figure without a tummy! Let's start a class, little sister!"

Tan Ling looked at the screen and said, "If we're going to open a class, it should be a food class."

Zhang Wenyan laughed and said, "Oh no, our show is going to turn into a food show."

Qin Su's performance before that was just a warm-up; he was about to truly show his skills.

The aroma of pork rib and corn soup had just filled the air when the chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns in the hot oil began to sizzle.

Qin Su's sliced ​​fish is thin and even. As soon as it hits the pan, it sizzles and releases a burst of fresh, spicy flavor.

Xu Shishi, who loves spicy food, came as soon as she smelled it and couldn't help but stretch her neck forward.

As if Qin Su had eyes in the back of her head, she poked her forehead with one finger without turning her head, pushing her away.

Xu Shishi covered the spot where she had been poked, looking aggrieved: "Su Su, why did you poke me again?"

Qin Su: "I'm afraid you'll drool into my pot."