Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 33 Acting Skills
When the crystal chandelier shattered into starlight on Jiang Qing's shoulder, he was gently placing the fishing tackle box in the entrance hall.

A faint voice could be heard from the second floor, mixed with the aftertaste of gardenia perfume drifting down the spiral staircase.

“It’s been a good harvest today.”

Jiang Qing suddenly muttered to himself in the empty living room, the last words of his words hitting the island in the open kitchen.

Three silver perch flicked their tails in the bucket, and the splash of water reflected rainbow colors in the light.

He looked around and saw that the living room was empty, so he rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen.

This whole family is counting on him.

As the steamer began to hum softly, the sound of stiletto heels tapping on marble could be heard from the spiral staircase.

Meng Ziyi appeared in the kitchen with Zhou Ye on her arm, her tasseled shawl gently sweeping across the edge of the center island.

"Jiang Qing, Jiang Qing, what delicious food are you making today?"

Zhou Ye skipped towards the kitchen counter, her nose still lightly powdered, but her eyelashes had been brushed again, making each one distinct.

Her usual cheerful look made Jiang Qing's eyes move slightly, and he secretly sighed that she was indeed worthy of being an actor.

Too bad the acting is a bit poor.

"There must be fish to eat."

Jiang Qing smiled at her with a curved eyebrow, without breaking the girl's fragile disguise.

"Wow! This fish's eyes are so bright!"

Jiang Qing cut the celery into diamonds of equal length, and the blade and the chopping board created a crisp rhythm.

"The corneal clarity has reached the A-level standard, which shows that the program team is delivering high-quality..."

The words stopped abruptly because Zhou Ye suddenly reached out and poked the fish's gills.

"do not move."

He subconsciously grabbed the restless hand, and Zhou Ye immediately retracted his fingers and shrank his neck to meet his gaze.

"Fish gills have barbs."

"I know~"

Zhou Ye grinned, looking like a well-behaved little boy.

The track light above the center island suddenly dimmed, and Meng Ziyi handed over a blue and white porcelain plate at the right time.

“Do you need a platter?”

"I've been watching some videos online recently and have some insights."

The top notes of the perfume she sprayed today were particularly fresh, as if she was deliberately trying to dilute the gardenia scent on Zhou Ye.

"There's only a few of us, so there's no need to be so particular."

Jiang Qing took the porcelain plate she handed over, let go of Zhou Ye's wrist and put the celery in it.

Zhou Ye frowned slightly, and glanced suspiciously at Meng Ziyi, but then he dispelled the slight suspicion that had just arisen in his mind when she enthusiastically invited him to help Jiang Qing.

Soon, they were busy in the kitchen together.

When Lai Guanlin rushed in with a basketball, he happened to see Zhou Ye standing on tiptoe to reach the vinegar in the top cabinet. Then he saw Jiang Qing walk behind Zhou Ye, with his arm passing over her head, and his face darkened instantly.

Zhou Ye's body stiffened and he turned his head to look behind him.

"Let me do it."

Jiang Qing lowered his eyes to look at her, and there was a moment's pause when their eyes met.

The girl's facial features are almost flawless and pretty without any shortcomings. The visual impact from a close distance is particularly strong.

He easily took the balsamic vinegar, then turned around and walked to the wok as if nothing had happened, and dropped an appropriate amount of balsamic vinegar into it.

Zhou Ye suddenly came back to his senses, feeling the residual breath that had just enveloped his body, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

She could clearly see Jiang Qing's subtle reaction just now.

She suddenly felt that what Sister Meng said made sense. If there were more contacts like this, he would always be unable to help but be moved, right?

After all, I am so good-looking, hehe O(∩_∩)O
Lai Guanlin subconsciously grasped the basketball with both hands, and his face became extremely ugly.

He couldn't understand what Zhou Ye was thinking. Apart from his cooking skills, how was Jiang Qing better than him?

Besides, he is not from the same circle, and we cannot agree on many things. I am your best choice!

"Chef Jiang seems to have had a good harvest today. He is in for another treat."

Zhang Han smiled and approached the cooking counter, his eyes scanning the thin fish fillets on the chopping board with surprise. "Your technique is like the Seven Stars Breaking Army from the Cooking Master Boy! It's amazing!"

He gave Jiang Qing a thumbs up.

Ever since the dinner that day, Zhang Han would always unconsciously say a few flattering words to Jiang Qing, even he himself was not aware of it.

Jiang Qing put the cleaned fish bones into the casserole, and the white soup began to ripple.

"Without him, only hands are familiar."

He made a serious joke, causing Zhou Ye and Meng Ziyi to cover their mouths and giggle.

Zhou Ye suddenly sneezed, rubbed his nose and staggered back half a step.

Before Meng Ziyi withdrew his hand from her waist, he heard a soft "ding" sound coming from the cooking counter.

When Jiang Qing pushed the warm ginger tea over, a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"I could tell you had a stuffy nose."

He didn't know when the girl returned to her room after their chat in the afternoon, but it was obvious that she had been walking around outside alone for a while and caught a cold.

"Thank you, Dr. Jiang, hehe~"

Taking the porcelain cup, Zhou Ye looked up at him in surprise.

She is now certain that Jiang Qing cares about her!
"Well, you two should take the dishes out. We are about to start eating."

Jiang Qing felt a little dizzy from the girl's sparkling eyes. He turned around and shifted his gaze to the wok in front of him.

"Uh-huh!"

Zhou Ye nodded rapidly, took a few sips of ginger tea, and then began to move the steaming plates with great enthusiasm.

Meng Ziyi's eyes moved back and forth between the two of them, and he also picked up the plate.

Seeing this, Zhang Han stepped forward to help, but Lai Guanlin sat at the dining table holding his mobile phone and ignored it.

When Jiang Qing brought the last dish to the table, dinner officially began.

Zhou Ye curiously tapped the edge of the soup bowl with a spoon, and the ripples of the sea bass soup reflected the prisms dropped from the crystal chandelier.

Jiang Qing rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows, and the lines of his forearms undulated in the light and shadow as he stirred, causing Meng Ziyi to glance at him several times.

What she likes most is Jiang Qing's muscle lines which are not exaggerated but very coordinated.

As early as when she was asked about her criteria for choosing a partner in an interview in the Taohuawu small dark room, she said that she had two main requirements for her partner. One was that he had to be taller than her, and the other was that he could not be too fat or too thin, and could not have too much muscle.

Jiang Qing perfectly meets these two points.

"Brother Jiang, you can consider opening a restaurant in the future. Maybe you can make more money than your current job."

Lai Guanlin suddenly used the tip of his chopsticks to poke the fish eyes, as if he had thought of this inadvertently.

"By the way, Brother Jiang, since you're here to record the show, do you need to take some time off from work?"

He gently spun his knuckles against the blue and white porcelain plate, and the reflection of the glaze danced like provocative sparks in his pupils.

Zhou Ye's chopsticks holding the fish sashimi paused in the air for half a second before he put them into Meng Ziyi's bowl.

"Sister Meng, try this! Jiang Qing said that fish frozen with liquid nitrogen will have a snowflake pattern..."

Her voice was several degrees higher than usual.

"Well, I lost my perfect attendance this month, but luckily I got the notice fee from the program team to make up for it."

Jiang Qing scooped up a spoonful of steamed egg with fish roe and nodded seriously.

"That's not a bad deal, it's only been less than a month."

"Yes, Jiang Qing, you made a fortune, and you can even take a vacation."

Meng Ziyi's earrings trembled with her laughter, and Zhou Yefu followed suit wholeheartedly.

Lai Guanlin opened his mouth to speak, but gave up when he saw Zhang Han's warning look and nodded in agreement.

Dinner is over, and today it is Zhang Han and Lai Guanlin's turn to wash the dishes.

Jiang Qing planned to take a walk to help digest his food, so he strolled out of the door alone.

Zhou Ye was worried that he would be affected by what was just said at the dinner table, so he chased after him without hesitation.

Looking at her back, Meng Ziyi quietly retracted the half foot that he had stretched out.

(End of this chapter)