Peninsula: From a supporting actor to the best actor in Chungmuro

Chapter 99 The Secret War between Hyacinth and Red Rose
Six o'clock in the evening.

Jiang Zaixun rushed into the apartment carrying bags of food.

He hurriedly piled the shopping bags on the kitchen island and pulled out his phone to check his memo.

【Pork (already purchased)】

【Seafood (already purchased)】

【Vegetables (purchased)】

【Seasoning (already purchased)】

(Great, all complete.)
He rolled up his sleeves and put on Lee Sung-kyung's apron with daisy prints.

Soon the kitchen was filled with the sound of running water and the clatter of knives against chopping boards.

Seven twenty.

The sound of keys turning came from the entrance.

Li Jingcheng pushed open the door and his nose immediately caught the rich fragrance in the air.

She stood at the door, looking at the table filled with dishes.

Spicy stir-fried pork, seafood scallion pancakes, soybean paste soup, and even her favorite, soft tofu pot.

"came back?"

Jiang Zaixun popped his head out from the kitchen.

"You did it?"

Lee Sung-kyung pointed to the dining table.

"Yes."

"It wasn't poisoned, was it?"

"..."

She approached the dining table suspiciously, leaned over and sniffed——

The taste was surprisingly normal.

Looking up at the kitchen, Jiang Jae-hoon was turning off the fire.

(Something is wrong.)
(Something is very wrong.)
Lee Sung-kyung walked slowly towards the bathroom, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Kang Jae-hoon sneakily open the refrigerator door, take something out and hide it behind him.

The faucet was running.

Lee Sung-kyung stared at herself in the mirror and suddenly noticed that the corners of her mouth had turned slightly up. She quickly put on a serious face and rubbed her hands vigorously.

The moment I walked out of the bathroom——

"Dangdangdang~"

A bunch of light purple hyacinths and white baby's breath suddenly appeared before my eyes.

Jiang Zaixun smiled a little nervously, causing the bouquet in his hand to tremble slightly:
"For the Bible."

The fresh scent of hyacinth mixed with the hot steam of soybean paste soup wove a soft net between the two people.

Li Jingcheng glanced back and forth between the bouquet and the table full of dishes:

"Cooking and sending flowers—"

"There's something wrong with you."

She suddenly narrowed her eyes:
"The flower language of purple hyacinth is apology."

Jiang Jae-hoon's heart skipped a beat and he unconsciously clenched the bouquet wrapping paper.

"You stole my face cream again?!"

Li Jingcheng turned around suddenly and rushed into the bathroom.

Jiang Zaixun stood there frozen with the bouquet of flowers in his hand. When he heard the sound of bottles colliding coming from the bathroom, he inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

"I didn't think too much about it when I bought it. I just thought you liked purple..."

Lee Sung-kyung didn't stand up until she confirmed that every bottle of skin care product was intact.

She leaned against the sink with her arms folded, looking Jiang Jae-hoon up and down:
"Then why buy flowers?"

"Just wanted to thank you."

"Thank you for what?"

"Thanks……"

Jiang Zaixun touched the back of his neck: "...Thanks for everything."

Li Jingcheng snorted softly and walked out of the bathroom holding the bouquet of flowers.

She casually put the flowers into the empty glass on the dining table, pulled out a chair and sat down: "If it tastes bad, I will spit it out."

Jiang Zaixun quickly handed over the chopsticks:

"I guarantee the poison won't kill anyone."

Li Shengjing picked up a piece of spicy fried pork, looked at it for a moment under the light, and then put it into his mouth.

She puffed her cheeks, chewed twice, and said vaguely:
"It tastes bad."

But the chopsticks have already reached the second piece.

Jiang Zaixun shook his head and laughed, then poured her a bowl of soybean paste soup and handed it to her:

"Taste this."

Li Jingcheng took the bowl and suddenly looked up:
"Are you happy today?"

"what?"

"The corners of his mouth are almost stretched to his ears."

Jiang Zaixun wanted to say "really", but the words turned around and said: "Because seeing you makes me feel good."

"..."

Li Jingcheng's hand holding the soup spoon paused slightly.

(This sentence...)
(Didn’t I tell him that when he was planning his radio show?)

She stared down at the tofu cubes floating in the soup bowl, her vision blurred by the heat.

(This Prabhu...)
(Even scholars can't pick out new sentences when speaking.)
The spoon tapped against the edge of the bowl, making a crisp sound. "Too much salt."

Lee Sung Kyung commented without even looking up.

"what?"

Jiang Zaixun picked up a piece of seafood scallion pancake and put it in her bowl:
“This isn’t salty.”

Li Jingjing looked up and glared at him: "I can pick it up myself."

But the chopsticks had already honestly poked the golden and crispy edge of the scallion pancake.

The dining table fell into a brief silence, with only the sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding.

After a while.

Li Jingcheng suddenly asked, "Is it delicious?"

"what?"

“Let me ask you, is the food you cook delicious?”

Jiang Zaixun nodded honestly:

"good."

"Pabhu."

Li Jingcheng put the last piece of seafood scallion pancake into his bowl:

"I can't even praise the food I cook."

Jiang Jae-hoon lowered his head and took a bite of the scallion pancake. The crispy crust made a slight "crunch" sound between his teeth.

(Really... not bad?)
He secretly raised his eyes and found that Li Jingcheng was staring at him.

"what happened?"

"There's sauce on the corner of my mouth."

Jiang Jae-hoon touched the corner of his mouth, but found nothing.

"left."

Still didn't touch it.

"Oh, really..."

Li Jingjing suddenly leaned forward and pressed the tissue hard against the corner of his mouth:

"Eating can be like this."

"..."

The vibration of the cell phone suddenly broke the ambiguity at the dinner table.

Jiang Zaixun glanced at the screen——

[Krystal Jung]: What are you doing, Oppa?
The light from the screen reflected on his face and then quickly dimmed.

Li Jingcheng glanced at the upside-down mobile phone and continued to pick up food as if nothing had happened.

"Work news?"

"Ah."

The phone vibrated again.

Jiang Zaixun hesitated for a second, then stood up:
"I'm going to get something."

Li Jingcheng scooped a spoonful of tofu into his mouth, but suddenly felt that it had no taste.

(Too bland?)
(still……)
She stared at the bowl of soup and swallowed the question that was about to come out along with the tofu.

The moment the door closed, Jiang Zaixun's shoulders relaxed slightly.

He picked up the phone, hesitated for a while, and replied to Zheng Xiujing's message——

[Kang Jae-hoon]: I was just eating, how about you?
As soon as the message was sent, the phone vibrated again.

[Krystal Jung]: I’m so tired... I changed more than a dozen sets of clothes during today’s photoshoot!
[Krystal Jung]: [Picture]
In the photo, she is wearing a white sweater and making a V sign to the camera, with a makeup mirror in a studio as the background.

Jiang Jae-hoon looked at the photo and smiled unconsciously.

[Kang Jae-hoon]: So beautiful!
[Krystal Jung]: Hehe~
[Krystal Jung]: I passed by Apgujeong today and saw super cute couple bracelets!
[Krystal Jung]: [Picture]
Two small pendants hang from a thin silver chain——

One is a mini camera and the other is a film model.

[Krystal Jung]: It's perfect for us, right? I'll give it to you next time we meet~
Suddenly, there was the sound of dishes colliding outside the door.

Jiang Zaixun's fingers trembled, and he quickly opened the drawer and pretended to look for something, and quickly replied -

[Looks great! I have pole dancing practice soon, let's talk later.]

Jiang Jae-hoon put his phone back into his pocket and opened the door.

There was a sound of water splashing in the kitchen. Li Jingjing was washing dishes with her back to him.

The crisp sound of dishes colliding in the sink was three times louder than usual.

He approached hesitantly:

"I'll help you……"

"Stand there and don't move."

Li Jingcheng said without even turning his head:
"You'll pay for the broken plate?"

Jiang Zaixun stood at the kitchen door, watching her pile the washed dishes into the drain rack.

"Have you seen enough?"

Li Jingjing suddenly turned around and pointed at the wall clock with his wet gloves:

"It's eight o'clock. Didn't you say you were going to practice pole dancing?"

"Going right now."

Jiang Zaixun immediately rushed to the place where the steel pipe equipment was stored, but stumbled over her gym bag at the corner.

A cold snort came from behind.

He didn't need to look back to know Li Jingjing's expression at the moment - the corners of his mouth were pursed into a straight line, and his eyebrows were raised high.

(End of this chapter)