In the kitchen.
Lu Yibei boiled a kettle of water; the kettle switch had just tripped because the water was boiling.
Standing behind him, Ji Qingqian picked up a narrow and sharp kitchen knife horizontally, raised it, and aimed it at Lu Yibei's back.
“…Abei,” she called softly.
"Um?"
Lu Yibei turned around.
What I saw was the girl's indifferent expression, empty eyes, and a sharp, silver-gleaming blade.
Ji Qingqian tilted her head like a puppet on strings, her eyes seemingly unfocused... yet she stared intently at the person in front of her:
“…Ah…Bei…Ouch.”
She cried out in pain.
Because Lu Yibei flicked her forehead lightly with his finger, showing no emotion whatsoever.
"Stop imitating unlucky characters here," Lu Yibei said.
Ji Qingqian gave a disgruntled snort and said coldly, "You've changed, Abei. You're not going to play with me anymore."
Lu Yibei turned on the tap and cleaned the hollowed-out abdominal cavity of the crucian carp. He said calmly:
"If you've never been a scumbag, you can't play Makoto Shinkai."
Ji Qingqian thought about it and agreed.
No wonder her portrayal of a yandere wasn't dangerous.
She turned back to face the peeled potatoes on the cutting board.
Potato and pork rib soup is a dish that Abei's family often eats.
Ji Qingqian wanted to show off her skills as a "daily person," so she volunteered to help chop vegetables.
She held the knife in one hand and placed the other on the cutting board, a menacing glint in her cold eyes, and gave a firm, soft shout:
"Night Battle with Hidden Knife Style".
Immediately afterwards, Lu Yibei heard a fairly continuous rhythm of "da da da, da da da" coming from behind him, like drumbeats.
It looks quite professional.
Lu Yibei chuckled and carefully washed the crucian carp inside and out again.
He was about to turn around to see how his little cook was doing.
Then they heard Ji Qingqian let out a soft, pained cry: "Ah."
"What's wrong?"
Lu Yibei quickly turned around: "Did you cut your hand??"
"without…"
Ji Qingqian's sharp, thin eyebrows furrowed, and her face trembled slightly, showing particular displeasure:
"...It looks awful."
She was referring to the potatoes she had made.
The pieces were of varying sizes and lacked any aesthetic appeal; some were cut into triangles, while others remained perfectly round.
It seemed okay when I was cutting it, but once I put it on the plate...
Lu Yibei scanned the girl's delicate fingertips, and only breathed a sigh of relief after finding no injuries. Then he looked at the ingeniously crafted potato chunks...
He hummed in agreement and chuckled softly:
"I'll teach you properly another time, okay?"
Ji Qingqian was unwilling, but after hearing Abei's words, she nodded and agreed.
"good."
"Ji Qingqian's Culinary Skills: From Beginner to Giving Up"...
Ji Qingqian hadn't even mastered the basics of cutting potatoes, and feeling her skills were lacking, she obediently returned the knife to Lu Yibei.
She originally wanted to amaze her grandparents, but if she continued, she feared she would only frighten them.
If it were just her and Abei eating, Ji Qingqian could still put up a fight and try harder.
But she still didn't want to lose face in front of her grandparents.
Lu Yibei knew what this inexperienced young cook was thinking, and he smiled:
"I'll bring you back next time, and maybe Grandpa and Grandma will be able to eat your cooking."
Ji Qingqian felt that the "next time" that Abei mentioned was different from what others said.
Everyone else seemed disappointed.
But Ah Bei was able to give her a strong sense of anticipation.
Okay~
"Go outside first, there will be a lot of smoke later," Lu Yibei said.
"Mm," Ji Qingqian said.
She walked from the kitchen to the dining room, and then heard the boy calling from inside the door:
"Don't go too far, okay? Taste it for me later to make sure it's salty—that's an important task too."
Okay~
Ji Qingqian answered again.
Actually, tasting saltiness isn't a skill at all; anyone can do that...
But Ah Bei's special reminder made her feel that the teaching had already begun, and that she would gradually become more skilled as a result.
The boy busied himself in the kitchen.
The girl stared at his retreating figure for a long while.
Although she already knew that Ah Bei could cook, seeing him in person, the sense of a married man emanating from him was surprisingly strong.
Ji Qingqian raised her eyebrows at Lu Yibei in the kitchen, her eyes showing both immense satisfaction and a touch of relief.
Just looking at her like this, she was already somewhat lost in a blissful haze...
Ji Qingqian stretched and then took a walk around the restaurant, lobby, and entrance area at three o'clock.
Knowing that their grandson would finish making dinner tonight, the grandparents went out and haven't returned yet.
According to Abei, Grandma probably went to visit other people and chat.
As for Grandpa, he probably goes to watch people fishing by the pond to the east when he's bored.
Ji Qingqian stood at the door for a while.
She watched the sunset, which had turned half the sky red.
The weather was fine, and the full moon was already faintly visible in the sky.
The moon will be especially bright after the sun has completely set.
At this time of day, most families haven't had dinner yet, and there aren't many pedestrians out for a walk.
There were a few, but they were all young people.
The little one looked like a primary school student, hopping and skipping around.
The older one should be around the same age as Ji Qingqian, fiddling with his phone as he walked.
Chaocheng is located on the outskirts of Hangzhou, and there are still quite a few young people in the village.
They either didn't see Ji Qingqian, or they made eye contact with this outsider.
But no one dared to strike up a conversation with this unfamiliar girl.
Even with her icy expression, she still exuded a powerful aura.
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