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"Yes, I've seen it," she said softly. "It's very well filmed."

Lu Zichuan looked up at her, his gaze deepening: "You've seen it?"

"Yeah, I saw clips of it online later." Shen Zhiyi didn't say anything more, just lowered her head and ate a bite of rice. "At that time, I thought, this person's editing philosophy is quite similar to mine."

The air fell silent for a moment.

Pei Jin looked at Lu Zichuan, then at Shen Zhiyi, and suddenly felt that the food in her mouth no longer tasted good.

Although he was specifically called here today to smooth things over between the two, he initially didn't think much of it, after all, Lu Zichuan was such a quiet person that he couldn't do anything.

But now, sensing the ambiguous atmosphere in the air, he silently rolled his eyes. Sigh, as expected, I shouldn't be a third wheel.

The next second, he saw Lu Zichuan's lips curve slightly.

It was very faint, very light, and so fast that it was almost invisible.

But Pei Jin had known him for so many years and knew what that meant.

That was the expression Lu Zichuan only showed when he was truly happy.

"Eat more." Lu Zichuan picked up a piece of stir-fried vegetables and placed it in Shen Zhiyi's bowl, his voice softer than before. "You're too thin."

Shen Zhiyi looked down at the extra food in her bowl, her ears secretly burning.

"……Thanks."

Pei Jin silently ate her rice, rolling her eyes inwardly.

Hidden dog food is deadly.

Shen Zhiyi took a sip of soup before belatedly realizing what Pei Jin had just said, and casually asked, "By the way, Pei Jin, are you also from A University?"

Pei Jin nodded, her cheeks still puffed out: "Yes, but I study finance; movies are purely a personal hobby."

"Then you..." Shen Zhiyi bit her chopsticks, carefully choosing her words.

Pei Jin was a few years younger than them, and she was a little curious as to why he would come to Jiangxing to work as an assistant. Logically speaking, finance graduates should go to investment banks or securities firms as the proper career path.

But she was also worried that asking too directly might infringe on the other person's privacy.

"Jiangxing established a charity department ten years ago, specifically to support children from poor families who are capable. Pei Jin is one of the beneficiaries."

Lu Zichuan seemed to see through her thoughts and explained calmly.

"Although he's young, he has a lot of ideas about how to do things, so I hired him as my assistant."

Shen Zhiyi suddenly realized.

No wonder she always felt an inexplicable familiarity between the two of them, more like longtime friends than a simple couple. It turns out there was this connection.

"But Sister Zhiyi," Pei Jin suddenly put down her chopsticks, looking at Shen Zhiyi with a reproachful expression,

"Don't let his easygoing nature fool you; he's incredibly demanding when it comes to work! I was compiling a set of data, and there was a 0.1% discrepancy. He made me work overtime for a whole week, pulling up all the original data and checking them one by one until he found the discrepancy!"

He shrank back, as if recalling some terrible memory: "You'd better be careful in the future. This guy becomes a completely different person when it comes to work; it's terrifying."

Shen Zhiyi couldn't help but laugh out loud, but then she thought about it again. She had been at Jiangxing for almost half a month, and because she shared the same ideals as Lu Zichuan, she had never actually experienced his harshness.

But then I thought, how could someone who can build a film and television company to the top of the industry really be an easy person to talk to?

She subconsciously looked up at Lu Zichuan, and a thought suddenly popped into her mind: in the past, when she and Xu Zhesheng worked together, the two often argued about their editing concepts.

Xu Zhesheng was stubborn, and she was also stubborn. In the end, they always compromised and settled for a middle ground, leaving neither of them happy.

But Lu Zichuan is different.

She was almost certain that he wasn't the type to back down.

Thinking of this, a strange sense of anticipation welled up in her heart.

Working under such a person, she was eager to see what kind of sparks her work would create with him.

After the meal, Shen Zhiyi took the initiative to get up and clear the dishes prepared by Pei Jin and Lu Zichuan.

She had just picked up the plate and was about to walk to the kitchen when a large hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Shen Zhiyi was startled and looked up, meeting Lu Zichuan's gaze.

"Put it down." His tone was calm, yet brooked no argument. "Let him wash it."

He gestured with his chin towards Pei Jin.

Shen Zhiyi hesitated for a moment: "That's not a good idea. You've already cooked, I can just wash the dishes."

"It's nothing," Lu Zichuan said casually. "He only made sweet and sour pork ribs; I made everything else."

Pei Jin immediately jumped up from her chair, snatched the plate from Shen Zhiyi's hand, and said with a smile, "I'll do it, I'll do it. Zhiyi, you can just sit and play, don't take my work."

As he spoke, he mouthed "That's good enough, isn't it?" to Lu Zichuan, then picked up the bowls and plates and slipped into the kitchen.

Shen Zhiyi stood there, watching the two of them sing and respond, and suddenly felt that the scene was strangely similar to a family of three.

Lu Zichuan was naturally the father, and Pei Jin was the mother. She became the child who didn't have to do anything and just sat and waited for food.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile.

What are you laughing at?

Lu Zichuan noticed the curve of her lips and turned his head to look at her.

"It's nothing." Shen Zhiyi shook her head, suppressing the absurd thought, and asked curiously, "Did you really cook most of the dishes today?"

Besides the sweet and sour pork ribs, there was also winter melon steamed chicken, boiled sliced ​​pork, Sichuan peppercorn pickled fish, and a stir-fried vegetable dish on the table.

Each dish is a masterpiece on its own, with intricate procedures and meticulous seasoning.

Logically speaking, a young master like Lu Zichuan, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, should never have to lift a finger.

Besides, she had been to the Lu family's old house, where there were several chefs. How could he possibly know how to cook?

Lu Zichuan gave a soft "hmm," his tone as calm as if he were talking about something trivial: "Back in high school, Yuan Jiaqin often brought Yuan Hongsu to our house. I didn't want to see them, so I moved out."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Back then, to keep things quiet and to avoid having outsiders coming and going, I cooked for myself."

"Later in college, I had more free time, and the food in the cafeteria was really hard to swallow, so I simply started cooking for myself. Over time, I learned a lot."

He spoke casually, but Shen Zhiyi's heart stirred slightly as she listened.

With today's living standards, let alone spoiled young masters, many only children don't know how to cook.

Lu Zichuan is truly different from other rich kids.

My admiration for him grew even more without me realizing it.

"How does it taste?" he asked her.

Shen Zhiyi gave him a thumbs up, her eyes shining: "Super good!"

She paused, then couldn't help adding, "I thought Pei Jin did it all, and you were just helping him!"

The admiration in her eyes was so bright, it was as if a handful of stars had been shattered inside, so dazzling that it was impossible to look away.

Lu Zichuan looked at her, and the corners of his lips unconsciously curved slightly.

"If you like it," he said softly, with an indescribable meaning, "come again sometime."