He doesn't want to go from being a star that everyone admires and envies to being an ordinary person again.
If Xia Tian retired from the entertainment industry, he could still do some work as a songwriter based on his talent and ability.
Or you can find a big hotel, work as an executive chef, or even open your own restaurant, which are all good options.
But Chen Qingyu didn't know anything, and he could only barely graduate from an ordinary third-rate university.
If he left the entertainment industry, he would probably only be able to work as a screwdriver in a factory.
So, even though he was very angry, he finally chose to be patient.
Seeing that Chen Qingyu had shut up, Lin Wanqing proudly picked up the spoon to scoop up the rice.
When she saw that the pot contained only ordinary noodles, Lin Wanqing frowned in dissatisfaction and asked, "You're going to let me eat this?"
Chen Qingyu was already unhappy, and when he heard that she did nothing but was still picky, he realized that she was unhappy.
She curled her lips and said unhappily, "I'm alone, and you still want me to cook you a big meal?"
"It's already pretty good if I can clean up the kitchen and make some noodles in just one morning."
Lin Wanqing also knew that she had gone out to look for Xia Tian in the morning and was of no help.
Knowing she was in the wrong, she said nothing more, took a spoon, scooped a bowl of noodles, sat on the stool and started eating.
"What kind of crappy noodles are you making? They're not chewy at all. Are you preparing these for toothless old ladies?"
"Humph! After all this hard work, all I made was a bunch of stuff that even dogs wouldn't eat."
After taking just one bite, Lin Wanqing started complaining in dissatisfaction.
Chen Qingyu said aggrievedly: "I would like to do better, but the conditions do not allow it!"
"It's just this small coal stove, and there's no blower, so the fire is only this big. When the noodles are cooked, they naturally become like this."
Lin Wanqing said disdainfully, "You're such a loser! When Xia Tian was in school, he built a fire with bricks and the noodles he made were even better than yours."
Chen Qingyu muttered quietly, "Humph! What's the use of me cooking delicious food? I won't let you eat it. Don't you have to run back and eat the food I cook?"
Lin Wanqing asked suspiciously, "What are you mumbling about?"
Of course, Chen Qingyu wouldn't tell her exactly what he said. He perfunctorily said, "I said that Xia Tian and his friends have prepared the food over there, and it smells delicious. If you can't eat these noodles, you can go over there and eat."
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