I Stole the Male Lead's White Moonlight [Transmigration] - Chapter 46

After cutting the tofu, Hu Caicai heard the sound of a basket falling and thought something had happened. Without even drying her hands, she rushed to the living room, only to freeze in place just like Jiang Huai.

Zhu Xinya and Que Hanfu were kissing! Boldly kissing right in front of the five or six cameras in the living room!

Zhu Xinya reluctantly parted from Que Hanfu, thinking, Why did Jiang Huai come back so early? It couldn’t have taken more than five minutes to walk to the vegetable patch and find the bok choy.

Zhu Xinya stood up from the sofa, her legs wobbling slightly, nearly causing her to stumble. Que Hanfu reached out to steady her by the waist. “Be careful,” she said, her voice cool and detached but carrying a hint of huskiness that, in this context, could only be described as sensual.

Jiang Huai and Hu Caicai stared at the intimate pair, their pupils trembling violently.

Jiang Huai thought: I shouldn’t have run back. I should’ve taken my time walking!

Hu Caicai thought: I shouldn’t have come out to look when I heard the noise. I hadn’t even finished preparing the ingredients for the tofu soup!

But now that they had seen it, it was too late for regrets.

Zhu Xinya took a moment to compose herself, then walked over to Jiang Huai and picked up the basket he had dropped. “I didn’t expect you back so soon. I hope we didn’t startle you?”

Jiang Huai glanced at Zhu Xinya, then at Que Hanfu, who was still sitting on the sofa, her gaze fixed intently on Zhu Xinya. His face flushed slightly as he stammered, “N-no, not at all. I just thought I’d come back to help start the fire and cook, so I ran there and back.”

Zhu Xinya chuckled. “Alright, I’ll teach you how to start the fire in a bit.”

Jiang Huai took the basket from her hands. “I’ll go wash the bok choy in the kitchen first.”

He turned and hurriedly dashed into the kitchen.

Zhu Xinya couldn’t help but laugh at Jiang Huai’s reaction. “I never knew he had this side to him. Caicai, have you finished prepping the ingredients for the tofu soup?”

Hu Caicai lowered her gaze, biting her lower lip and twisting her fingers together. Hearing Zhu Xinya’s voice, she instinctively blurted out, “I didn’t see anything!”

Her face immediately flushed bright red.

Zhu Xinya was taken aback for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Caicai, it’s fine if you saw. The production team won’t air it.”

Hu Caicai breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good. I thought you two had forgotten about the cameras in the living room. My heart was about to leap out of my chest just now.”

Hu Caicai knew Zhu Xinya had connections and that Que Hanfu’s background was anything but ordinary, so she immediately believed Zhu Xinya’s assurance that the footage wouldn’t be broadcast.

“I—I’ll go back to the kitchen. You two carry on,” Hu Caicai said, not daring to glance in Que Hanfu’s direction as she lowered her head and scurried back to the kitchen.

Zhu Xinya returned to sit beside Que Hanfu. “Well, we’ve scared them.”

A sense of satisfaction rose in Que Hanfu’s heart. She wanted everyone to know that Yaya was hers.

“Sis, the kitchen has a traditional stove, and none of them know how to use it. Let me go help them start the fire, then I’ll come back to keep you company.”

Que Hanfu’s brow furrowed slightly. “Where did you learn to start a fire?”

By the time Zhu Xinya was born, the Fangyin Group had already taken off. She had grown up in apartment buildings and later moved to their current villa, with no opportunity to ever encounter a traditional stove.

Zhu Xinya answered without batting an eye, “I learned it during summer and winter camps.”

Que Hanfu stared into Zhu Xinya’s clear eyes, watching until her face grew warm, before finally saying, “Be careful when you start the fire.”

“Mhm! I promise, I definitely won’t get hurt!” Zhu Xinya hugged Que Hanfu and gave her a kiss before turning to run into the kitchen.

Jin Sheng had just finished kneading the dough and was letting it rest. Seeing Zhu Xinya come in, he asked, “Why aren’t you outside chatting with Professor Que?”

Zhu Xinya replied, “I’m probably the only one who knows how to use the stove. I’ll help you light the fire, Teacher Jin.”

Jin Sheng remarked, “I didn’t expect you to be so skilled, Xinya.”

Zhu Xinya humbly said, “Not at all, Teacher Jin, you’re too kind. Lighting the fire is just a skill that happens to be useful here. Being able to cook is what’s truly impressive.”

Even though Jin Sheng appeared stern on the outside but was warm-hearted, he couldn’t help but smile at Zhu Xinya’s praise.

While Zhu Xinya was lighting the fire, Jiang Huai came over to learn. She patiently explained all the key points to him. Jiang Huai, who had initially felt a bit awkward after witnessing the interaction between Zhu Xinya and Que Hanfu, completely forgot his embarrassment halfway through learning how to light the fire.

“Xinya, I’m going to light the other stove in a bit. Let me know if I’m doing it right,” Jiang Huai said, showing great enthusiasm for the task.

Jiang Huai was quick-witted and soon mastered it. After watching him successfully light one stove, Zhu Xinya felt reassured and went back outside to accompany Que Hanfu.

Making oil-splashed noodles and tofu soup was quite simple. In less than half an hour, a delicious lunch was ready.

The hot oil poured over the noodles released an intense, spicy aroma that made everyone’s mouths water.

Jiang Huai carried out a tray with five bowls of oil-splashed noodles and a pot of tofu soup, placing it on the coffee table. The noodles were spicy, fragrant, and savory, while the tofu soup was delicious and appetizing—just looking at it made everyone eager to dig in.

Zhu Xinya rubbed her stomach and gave Jin Sheng a thumbs-up. “Teacher Jin, your cooking is amazing. Just the smell alone has me drooling.”

Jin Sheng sat down and smiled faintly. “I enjoy cooking, so I’ve studied it a bit more.”

Both Jiang Huai and Hu Caicai also praised Jin Sheng.

Although Que Hanfu didn’t say anything, with Zhu Xinya around, the atmosphere wasn’t stiff but lively instead. The five of them sat together, eating and chatting happily, enjoying a warm and harmonious meal.

This was the scene Fan Chunyi encountered when she came downstairs.

Frowning, she walked over and saw that there were no extra bowls of oil-splashed noodles on the coffee table. Standing behind Hu Caicai with a displeased expression, she said, “You all ate without calling me and didn’t even make any for me. How selfish!”

Fan Chunyi’s voice was loud and shrill, making Hu Caicai put down her chopsticks and cover her ears.

Jin Sheng said, “Yours is in the kitchen. If you want to eat, go get it yourself. Don’t make a scene here.”

“What kind of cheap stuff is this? If I could order takeout, I wouldn’t even touch this,” Fan Chunyi grumbled as she turned and headed toward the kitchen.

Zhu Xinya couldn’t even be bothered to argue with her.

Some people just bring about their own downfall.

A moment later, Fan Chunyi came out carrying her bowl of oil-splashed noodles and stood behind Hu Caicai again. She kicked Hu Caicai in the waist with her pointed-toe sandals and said, “Make some room for me.”

The sharp tip of her shoe caused a stabbing pain in Hu Caicai’s waist, making her nearly drop her chopsticks.

Even the most patient person couldn’t tolerate being treated like this by Fan Chunyi. After recovering, Hu Caicai slammed her chopsticks down, stood up, and turned to face Fan Chunyi. “Apologize to me!”

Fan Chunyi widened her eyes in disbelief. “Apologize? You want me to apologize to you? Do you even know who my uncle is? Do you want to be blacklisted?”

Hu Caicai’s face paled slightly, but she stubbornly insisted to Fan Chunyi, “Your uncle blacklisting me is a matter for the future. I want you to apologize to me right now!”

Fan Chunyi naturally refused to apologize.

The two of them were momentarily locked in a stalemate.

Jiang Huai suddenly set down his bowl, stood up, and walked over to Fan Chunyi. “Fan Chunyi,” he said, “if you did something wrong, you should apologize.”

Fan Chunyi gritted her teeth. “Are you all ganging up to bully me?”

Whether genuinely or not, Fan Chunyi’s eyes quickly welled up with tears.

Just then, Director Piao entered with a middle-aged man in a suit. Fan Chunyi cried out pitifully, “Uncle!” and immediately threw her bowl aside to run toward the man. The bowl shattered into pieces on the floor, splattering oil-splashed noodles everywhere.

“Uncle! They’re all ganging up to bully me!”

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