Chapter 26 I am a genius!
The evidence was right in front of him. Ji Jingchuan couldn't think of any excuses. He went in with a stern expression, poured a glass of water, and stuffed it into Shang Que's hand. Then he said quickly: "There's ice cream in the bottom of the refrigerator. The fruit on the coffee table was freshly washed this morning. The snacks are in the drawer below. The projector has smart control. If you want to watch something, just ask the voice assistant to turn it on for you."
After finishing his instructions, without waiting for Shang Que to speak, he slammed the door shut.
Ah, I'm angry out of shame.
Shang Que took a sip of water leisurely, didn't bother to be polite with him, took the cup and went to the refrigerator to get an ice cream, and walked towards the sofa not far away while unpacking it.
There are a lot of things about Ji Jingchuan in the living room, posters, photo frames and plush dolls can be seen everywhere, but because the space is so large, it looks very tidy.
The sofa was an elegant, pure black, and a massive projection screen was embedded in the wall facing it. On the wooden coffee table between them lay several plates of fruit: seasonal Sunshine Roses, plump blueberries, and two sliced and arranged blood oranges.
Shang Que's gaze lingered on it for a moment. If he remembered correctly, Ji Jingchuan's most hated fruit was oranges. As a child, he was very sensitive to taste, especially sour flavors. Once in kindergarten, he ate an unripe jelly orange and vomited his lunch on the spot. From then on, he developed a negative impression of the fruit.
But Shang Que quite likes sour and sweet things. The blood orange in front of her was cut into a size that was easy to eat. She tasted a slice and it was juicy and sweet with a hint of sourness... It was something Ji Jingchuan would never eat.
Shang Que held her chin in her hand and thought for a moment, then turned her gaze to the small box-like voice assistant next to her. She called out tentatively, "Xiao Ai."
No response.
"Xiaodu, Xiaodu?"
There was no response either.
"Tmall Elf?"
“…”
After trying several common names, the voice assistant on the coffee table didn't respond. Shang Que frowned, got up, walked to the kitchen, and knocked on the door: "Ji Jingchuan."
"what?"
"What's the name of your voice assistant? It didn't respond when I called it."
"..." The glass door was opened with a swipe. Ji Jingchuan looked down at her and didn't say anything for a long time.
Shang Que urged, "What are you calling? I want to watch TV."
Ji Jingchuan stiffened his neck for a moment, then with a look of determination, he closed his eyes and shouted, "I'm a genius! Turn on the projector!"
"Okay, I'm turning on the projector for you."
The voice assistant in the living room finally responded. Shang Que asked doubtfully, "Do you really have to shout so loudly?"
Ji Jingchuan glared at her angrily, quickly retreated and closed the door, leaving only a hasty sentence: "Lunch is still an hour away, order whatever you want to see."
Shang Que no longer wanted to watch TV. She walked back to the sofa, looked at the voice assistant whose screen had already lit up, and asked on a whim, "I'm a genius. Who is your favorite star?"
"Yes, my favorite star is Ji Jingchuan." The mechanical voice read out seriously: "The unparalleled Ji Jingchuan, the almighty idol Ji Jingchuan, the peerless handsome Ji Jingchuan, the super genius Ji Jingchuan."
Shang Que: ...
How can people be so narcissistic that they don't even let go of voice assistants?
She couldn't help but show disgust on her face and asked, "Who is the celebrity you hate the most?"
The screen began to refresh in a circle, and soon something called a grudge book appeared. The voice assistant read out the contents: "Fu Wenbing: You're trying to ride on my popularity, you don't even know me. You butted in on my argument with Shang Que and posted a Weibo to curse him. Jiang Shu: You're crazy, you don't even know me. After we had an argument, you said in an interview that you felt sorry for Shang Que for dissing me..."
He holds grudges against quite a few people. Shang Que didn't even finish listening for five minutes before muttering, "Half the entertainment industry must be disgusted by him. Doesn't Ji Jingchuan have any celebrities he likes?"
I don’t know which words triggered the voice assistant’s keywords, but it suddenly stopped: “Yes, Ji Jingchuan has a favorite star.”
Shang Que raised his eyebrows: "Who does he like?"
"Ji Jingchuan's favorite star is——"
"I'm a genius, turn off the phone!" An anxious voice came from behind. Shang Que turned around and saw Ji Jingchuan rushing out of the kitchen with a plate of food in his hand.
The voice assistant received the command and the screen quickly went black: "Okay, shutting down."
He breathed a sigh of relief, almost imperceptibly, and then said with a bluff, "Shang Que, you are prying into other people's privacy!"
"I didn't. I just wanted to know which celebrity you hate, so I could reverse minefields and see if there were any good actors."
Ji Jingchuan immediately retorted: "How good can someone be that I hate?"
"Yeah, so didn't I ask it again who its favorite celebrity is?" Shang Que finished his explanation in an orderly manner, pretending to think: "But you suddenly appeared and asked it to turn off the phone, as if you were afraid I would hear..."
She thought about it and suddenly realized: "Oh, you idols can't have relationships, right? Don't worry, I will keep it a secret for you."
"What do you mean by love?" Ji Jingchuan said angrily, "It's not what you think at all."
"What's that like?"
"I—" He paused for a moment, then suddenly realized, "You want to trick me? I won't fall for it. I'm a genius. Turn on the password lock mode."
"Received. Password lock mode has been activated. Enter the password to unlock it. The prompt question is: Shang Que is a liar."
Shang Que:?
Ji Jingchuan: ...
Ji Jingchuan gritted his teeth and said, "I'll replace it tomorrow. What a retarded assistant."
*
Without a voice assistant to play with, Shang Que was forced to listen to Ji Jingchuan's album for an hour. Only after he finished making lunch did he shout "I am a genius" and turn off the surround sound speakers in the living room.
Three dishes and a soup: fried pork ribs with mint, stir-fried beef with asparagus, mushrooms with salt and pepper, and baby cabbage in soup. Both the color and the aroma were better than what she had ordered outside.
Shang Que sat down at the dining table, took a look, and couldn't help asking, "How did you learn to cook?"
"I taught myself. After Aunt Zhang left, I couldn't get used to the new aunt's cooking, so I learned how to cook on my own."
Aunt Zhang had been a nanny at home since before Shang Que was born, and she had practically watched them grow up. Shang Que frowned and was about to ask her why she left when she heard Ji Jingchuan say, "When I first started learning, I didn't know if it was edible, so I asked Dad to test for poison. One time, the beans weren't cooked properly, and another time, the mushrooms were poisonous. He ended up in the hospital after eating them."
"..." Shang Que raised the corner of his lips, "Then you are quite smart."
"Of course," Ji Jingchuan said proudly, "He was young and strong, so he just needed to go to the hospital and get two bottles of water. I was just a child at the time, and I could have died if I had been poisoned."
“…”
"The dishes I made today are my specialties. Shang Que, you're really lucky to have the ingredients at home." He urged with anticipation, "Try them now."
Shang Que picked up her chopsticks, picked up a piece of pork ribs, and took a bite. The faint fragrance of honey filled her mouth, and the familiar taste made her pause suddenly. She had ordered mint fried pork ribs from private restaurants many times, but the same dish tasted different when prepared by different people. The amount of mint, the length of frying time, and the ratio of seasonings all affected the taste.
So much so that after she returned home, she went to many restaurants and ordered this dish countless times, but she never found a similar taste.
If the seafood noodles that Ji Jingchuan made before could be considered a coincidence, there is no way to explain it now.
"Why are you stunned?" Ji Jingchuan waved his hand in front of her eyes and asked proudly, "Are you speechless because it's so delicious?"
Shang Que came back to his senses and asked: "Did you also learn to make this dish by yourself?"
"No," Ji Jingchuan said calmly, "Although I am a genius and do have this ability, it was my brother who taught me how to make mint fried pork ribs."
He raised an eyebrow, his tone rarely filled with admiration. "He's quite capable. A few years ago, his old man was clueless and let his illegitimate son take over the company, nearly destroying the family business. When he found out about this, he rushed back from abroad and swiftly got rid of both the illegitimate son and the old man. With such tactics and courage, my dad even asked me to learn from him. But I'm not going to learn from him. I don't want to manage that crappy company."
"But he's a nice guy, not at all as cruel as people say. After I met him, he even taught me how to cook a few dishes, including the seafood noodles." Ji Jingchuan said, then asked, "How's it going? Are you curious? I'll introduce you two to each other if I have the chance."
Shang Que: ...
"No."
She thought she should know who it was. There really weren't so many coincidences in the world.
"Why not? Aren't you curious?"
"..." Shang Que couldn't explain, so he could only say: "It's not impossible, just don't regret it later."
Ji Jingchuan raised his eyebrows and said firmly, "What's there to regret?"
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