Open your eyes! I've transmigrated into the body of the amnesiac crown prince's vicious gi

After paying off all his debts with the five thousand yuan, Shi Yan only had six hundred yuan left.

He planned to use the money to buy Shen Ting some milk tea and cake, and use the remaining change to buy some groceries.

He had only taken two steps when he suddenly remembered that a couple of days ago Shen Ting had told him with a displeased look that he shouldn't buy these things anymore.

She wasn't like this before.

Is it because she doesn't have much money lately and wants to save money, so she's planning to make herself suffer?

Thinking of this, Shi Yan felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

He asked Shen Ting, "Would you like some milk tea or a small cake?"

After sending the message, the other party showed that they were typing, but no message was sent.

Half a minute later, Shen Ting replied: "No, I'm on a diet right now."

[Shi Yan: You don't need to lose weight, you're perfect.]

At the same time, when Shen Ting saw the message he sent, it would be a lie to say she was in a bad mood.

Since you've praised her so much, it would be a shame not to have a drink with her.

After thinking for a moment, she named the milk tea shop with the most affordable prices and chose a fruit tea for five yuan.

[Shen Ting: Less ice, 70% sugar.]

[Shen Ting: Remember to use the coupon!! / Puppy bows]

Shi Yan looked at the meme, ever since she projected her face onto the little dog.

Shen Ting bowed to him?

so cute.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his brows relaxed slightly, and the sharp aura around him suddenly dissipated.

Then he noticed the words "divine coupon" and found them rather strange.

Shen Ting had never bothered using the divine coupon before; she thought it was shameful.

But now...

Shi Yan stared at his payslip on his phone and began to think about how he could climb up the social ladder.

He could deliver takeout for the rest of his life.

But what about Shen Ting?

Am I supposed to live with him in this dilapidated rented room and lead this frugal life for the rest of my life?

*

After replying to the message, Shen continued to focus on practicing coding problems.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Shi Yan returned home carrying a bottle of milk tea and happened to see her holding a pen and scribbling at the table.

He looked down at her, somewhat puzzled: "What are you doing?"

Shen Ting was startled. Before she could take back the documents in her hand, she could only bite the bullet and say, "I...I'm doing some questions."

"Do some practice questions?"

"Yeah, I'm getting moldy staying at home all the time. I need to go out and find a job."

Upon hearing this, Shi Yan remained calm and gave a faint "hmm".

His calm demeanor, however, struck Shen Ting as odd.

"Aren't you curious about what kind of job I'm looking for?" she asked.

"I'm not curious," Shi Yan glanced at her, "You can only last half a week on any job."

Half a week? Who do you think you are?

Shen Ting immediately retorted, "This time I can work for at least a year, you believe me?"

Shi Yan didn't answer, but picked up an apron and put it on, then asked her with a smile, "What are we having for dinner?"

When Shen heard that he wanted to cook, he didn't stand on ceremony.

"Hot and sour shredded potatoes, sweet and sour pork ribs, and... you can decide on the last dish yourself."

Shi Yan nodded: "Okay."

Shen Ting glanced at the time; it was the peak time for ordering takeout, as everyone was getting off work and leaving school.

She couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you delivering food right now?"

Shi Yan's gaze swept over, filled with doubt and scrutiny.

Shen Ting then realized that he had said the wrong thing.

In the past, at this time every year, the original owner would order the male lead to cook for her.

Why not order takeout?

Because she wanted the male lead to serve her at all times and wouldn't allow him to focus on other things.

Shen Ting's vision went black, and he stammered, "I... I've recently started learning to cook, so you don't need to come back to cook for me for dinner anymore, I can do it myself."

Upon hearing this, Shi Yan did not feel the expected joy; instead, he frowned deeply.

He pursed his thin lips and spoke with some difficulty, "Why...don't you need me anymore?"

"What?" Shen didn't understand.

"I enjoy cooking for you," he said in a low voice.

Shen Ting immediately dared not say anything more, and forced a smile: "Okay, okay, since you like cooking, then you can cook for me for the rest of your life."

Shi Yan gazed at him, the small beauty mark at the corner of his eye twitching with each blink.

"Okay," he said earnestly.

Seeing that Shi Yan had turned and gone to the kitchen, she didn't take her words to heart anymore.

Shen Ting finally breathed a sigh of relief and continued to work on her homework at the table.

In just two days, she has already completed more than half of the printed questions, and there are basically no mistakes.

The next step is to prepare for the interview.

Since Shi Yan is away from home most of the time, she can entertain herself by reenacting the teaching process at home.

Shen Ting stretched and prepared to get up and move around.

At this moment, Shi Yan was cooking in the kitchen, and the sound of the spatula mingled with the aroma of the food.

Shen Ting's stomach rumbled a few times, much to her dismay.

She swallowed hard and approached the kitchen door.

Shi Yan was wearing an apron and busy at the stove.

Following the line of sight, one can see his clearly defined jawline and angular profile.

Shen Ting couldn't help but sigh inwardly once again.

Although the original owner was materialistic and arrogant, she had a really good eye for men.

He's handsome and can cook, although... his circumstances are a bit poor.

Shen Ting was lost in thought and didn't notice the gaze directed at her by the man beside her.

Shi Yan picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of meat, and gently blew on it.

Then he took the cup with his left hand and held it to Shen Ting's mouth.

But just as the flesh was about to touch her lips, Shi Yan suddenly remembered that he hadn't showered yet and would be disliked.

Just as he was about to pull his hand back, he saw Shen Ting open his mouth and bite the meat into it with a loud thud.

Chew it up.

"Delicious!" Shen Ting's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but praise it.

Shi Yan's hand holding the chopsticks froze, his gaze falling on her bright eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and it took him a while to regain his composure before he quickly continued cooking.

After cooking, he brought out the dishes one by one.

When he took off his apron, his T-shirt underneath was also lifted up, revealing the man's well-defined abs and V-line.

Shen Ting paused in her chewing, staring intently at him.

The pork ribs were still in his cheeks, bulging like a little hamster.

"Aren't you going to have dinner with me?" she asked vaguely.

Shi Yan hummed in agreement: "No, thank you."

Shen Ting remembered his stomach pain from before, so she pulled him down to sit.

"Eat! No matter how busy you are, you have to eat properly, otherwise it will slowly develop into stomach problems!"

Suddenly receiving such care, Shi Yan was a little unaccustomed to it and looked at her in surprise.

He moved his lips, as if he was about to say something.

At this moment, Shen Ting picked up a piece of spare rib and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Cheer up quickly, it'll give you an appetite."

Shi Yan chewed slowly, his gaze fixed on the smiling woman in front of him.

Her eyes were so pure that even the heat in his body felt sinful.

Shi Yan instantly recalled the scene from his dream last night, and his face flushed red.

Shen Ting sat opposite him, looking at Shi Yan, whose face was as red as an apple, with no idea what was going on.

"What's wrong? Did it burn you?"

She chewed a couple more times. "There's no chili in this. Is it hot?"

As she spoke, Shi Yan's gaze slid from her round eyes down to her lips.

It's pink and tender.

It opens and closes.

He couldn't hear a single word they were saying.