Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

Immediately afterwards, a strange "crackling" sound came from the kitchen.

His heart skipped a beat, and he rushed over in three steps.

Just as I reached the kitchen door, there was a loud "bang," and a wok instantly burst into flames half a meter high!

Ling Luo's pupils contracted, and almost on instinct, she rushed over, pulled the terrified Gu Yang away from the fire, grabbed the pot lid next to her and covered the oil pan tightly, then turned the valve to turn off the gas.

The fire died down, leaving only a wisp of black smoke.

Ling Luo wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and took a deep breath, still shaken.

He turned his head and met Gu Yang standing beside him, his face covered in soot, holding a spatula in his hand, completely petrified.

Ignoring the throbbing pain in his right hand, he patted Gu Yang's back and said, "Gu Yang, it's alright, it's alright, the fire is out."

Ling Luo pulled him to the sofa in the living room, pressed him down to sit, and then turned around to look at the "disaster site".

The kitchen was a mess, with pots and pans scattered all over the floor, black oil splattered on the walls, and the burnt smell in the air was so strong it gave one a headache.

He turned back and looked at the culprit on the sofa.

Gu Yang had a dark, grimy face, looking like a little kitten that had just crawled out of a chimney. He was still clutching the spatula in his hand, looking dejected and full of guilt.

"Um... I didn't mean to..." Gu Yang's voice was barely audible, his head bowing lower and lower as he spoke. "I saw you working so hard every day, so I thought... I could help you share the burden..."

As a result, they didn't manage to cook a meal, and almost set the house on fire.

"What would you do if I was delayed and didn't come back in time?" Ling Luo took a deep breath, suppressing her throbbing temples. "Never mind, as long as everyone's alright, I'll clean up the kitchen in a bit."

Upon hearing this, Yang felt even more like he wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground.

He would rather be injured himself, at least he would have an excuse to hide back in his room, but now... it's practically a public execution.

Too shameful!

Seeing that he was about to cry, Ling Luo went over to check and asked, "Are you really not hurt? You're not burned?"

Therefore, Yang shook his head vigorously.

"That's good."

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As soon as Ling Luo finished speaking, she raised her hand and slapped Gu Yang on the back, not too hard, not too soft.

With a "smack," a clear five-finger print was left on Gu Yang's pitch-black T-shirt.

"Next time, you are to stay within one meter of the kitchen." Ling Luo said each word clearly and seriously, "Did you hear me?"

So-Little Kitten-Yang, with its head drooping, reluctantly uttered an "Oh".

"Alright, go wash your face, then go to the music room to practice singing." Ling Luo waved her hand, as if shooing away some small animal.

With the kitchen in this state, cooking is definitely not feasible. Ling Luo sighed, "Young Master, shall we eat out for dinner or order takeout?"

Upon hearing the word "eat," Gu Yang's eyes lit up instantly, and his previous frustration vanished.

"Let's go eat hot pot! You're from Shuangqing, you must like spicy food!"

hot pot……

Ling Luo's right hand, hanging by her side, curled up unconsciously as the stinging sensation intensified.

He glanced at Gu Yang's excited eyes, and swallowed back the refusal that was on the tip of his tongue.

Well, he's been frightened today, so eating something spicy should be fine.

"it is good."

"You go practice your singing first, I'll leave as soon as I'm done packing."

Ling Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief after bringing the large statue back to the music room.

I pulled out painkillers from my backpack and swallowed them with cold water.

After doing all that, he acted as if nothing had happened, picked up cleaning tools, and began to clean up the mess in the kitchen.

I tidied it up a bit, but I couldn't clean the stains on the wall, so I'll have to have someone come and fix it tomorrow.

The two found a Shuangqing hot pot restaurant with excellent online reviews.

The boiling red oil broth was bubbling and releasing a spicy aroma that instantly whetted Gu Yang's appetite, causing him to swallow hard.

After being an idol singer for two years, he hadn't touched anything oily or spicy for two whole years.

Today, I guess I turned misfortune into a blessing in disguise.

"Let's eat!" Gu Yang shouted, grabbing his chopsticks and putting the meat into the boiling red soup.

Ling Luo looked at his starving expression and found it somewhat amusing: "It's just a hot pot meal, why are you so happy?"

"You don't know, being a singer is no job for a human being," Gu Yang said, his mouth full and his words muffled. "You have to avoid everything, and you absolutely can't touch anything spicy."

He picked up a piece of blanched tripe, rolled it in the sesame oil and chili powder, and put it in his mouth, his eyes squinting with happiness.

"Brother Li keeps saying he needs to protect his voice, but even though I don't take any supplements, my voice hasn't gotten any better."

Ling Luo shook her head helplessly.

Spicy food can indeed irritate the vocal cords, but indulging once or twice occasionally is harmless.

"I went to the company today and picked out your backup dancers," Ling Luo said calmly. "Starting tomorrow, you'll come to the company with me for rehearsals."

"Huh? So fast?" Gu Yang paused.

"Time is tight, there's another song coming up, and it's just as difficult as this one."

"Hmm...Are you so sure I can make it into the top three?" Gu Yang asked, sounding a little unsure.

Upon hearing this, Ling Luo looked up at him, raising an eyebrow slightly: "If you can't make it into the top three, you can seriously consider quitting singing and going home to inherit your family business."

"Ahem!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Yang nearly spat out the beef he was eating. "Is it that serious? No way, I have to practice extra tonight!"

As he spoke, he shoveled another large mouthful of beef into his bowl, as if trying to channel his grief and anger into his appetite.

Going home is impossible.

His family business should be left to his brother; if they really fight over it, it will only make them a laughing stock.

Gu Yang secretly glanced at Ling Luo, who was silently eating with her head down across from him, and felt a little curious.

It seems that Ling Luo is the only one in his family, so he shouldn't have to worry about these things.

"Ling Luo, have you... told your parents about your current situation?"

Therefore, Yang asked cautiously.

Ling Luo stopped picking up food with her chopsticks.

He then realized that he hadn't contacted his family even once since he was injured.

Having grown up in a completely isolated environment, he was used to being independent and, knowing that everything was fine at home, rarely took the initiative to contact them.

After coming out, he subconsciously avoided his current situation and kept putting it off.

Ling Luo pursed her lips and took out her phone. She hadn't forgotten that number just because she changed phones.

The fingertips typed out the number on the screen, but the thumb hovered over the dial button, unable to press it down.

They'll be very disappointed if they knew I looked like this.

Seeing that Ling Luo hadn't moved for a while, Gu Yang slammed his chopsticks on the table with a "bang" and snatched the phone away before Ling Luo could react.

"I'll call it for you!"

"Guyang..."

"Oh, what's wrong with calling home? At worst you'll get a scolding, but you've been scolded before."

Ling Luo opened her mouth, wanting to say that she had never been scolded since she was a child, and had always been the "other people's child" in other people's eyes.