My daily life in love is too contrary to my character.

Chiyo straightened her skirt, sat down on the sofa, took out a whole bag of handmade decorations she had bought that morning, and began trying them on one by one in front of the small mirror on the table.

"I understand, Mr. Shiraishi. Could you please prepare lunch for me as early as possible, Chef Shiraishi? Please don't make it at two or three o'clock."

"Today's ingredients include scallions, eggs, pork, green peppers, chicken wings, tomatoes, Japanese tofu, and shrimp. Do you have any dietary restrictions, Ichiryu-san?" After closing the door, Shiraishizawa Hideya carried the ingredients into the apartment and asked Ichiryu Chiyo.

"You're making stir-fried green peppers with pork today, right? I only want to eat the pork, the kind with lots of fat, I'll eat everything else. Chef, you can make it without worry, please!"

"Okay." Shiraishi Zexiu opened the refrigerator door and put all the ingredients that wouldn't be needed today into the refrigerator. Then he went into the kitchen. "The TV remote is on the bedside table. There are some novels and comics in the cabinet in front of you. You can take a look if you're bored, Ichigo."

"Are they the kind of novels and comics that can get a teenager's blood pumping? I want to check them out."

"No, those things don't exist in my house." They were all well hidden by Shiraishi Sawa, and there was no way the guests could find them. "I think your soul needs a purification once you enter the house."

"Eh~" came out in a long, drawn-out interjection, tinged with a hint of amusement. "Doesn't Shiraishi-kun read any shonen manga?"

"We both know what you really mean, but I'm too embarrassed to call you out on it."

"You've already exposed Shiraishi-kun."

Points: 1865

"I've already lost so many points, my life is so fragile. I have to get those 2500 points this time! Otherwise, I'll lose a lot." With that in mind, Shiraishi Zexiu focused intently on processing the ingredients.

Even back in his hometown, Shiraishi Sawa often found himself with his parents at work, leaving him to take care of his own meals. It was because of this that Shiraishi Sawa's cooking skills reached an A level after years of training.

Stir-fried green peppers and pork, hot and cold, are practically two different things. After slicing the green peppers and pork, Shiraishi Sawa set them aside, ready to start cooking them last.

Today I'm also preparing to make Japanese-style steamed shrimp with tofu, tomato and egg soup, cola chicken wings, and steamed eggs.

“I usually only cook one dish per meal, but I really went all out for this one,” Shiraishi Zexiu said, cutting open the shrimp’s back and removing the vein. “Even if it’s just a perfunctory meal, I will never forgive you if you don’t praise me once I’m here.”

Since they didn't own a luxury item like an egg beater, Shiraishi Sawah cracked three eggs into a bowl and began to stir them rhythmically with chopsticks.

“Praise me! ......” Shiraishi Zexiu muttered this every time he vigorously stirred the chopsticks.

"Shiraishi-kun? Are you making some strange noises? Are you doing anything weird?"

It seems the voice of 'obsession' has already spilled out of the kitchen.

"Cough cough, no, I'm just humming a song." The force with which he was beating the egg decreased considerably as he stopped humming.

--

"Phew! That's a wrap!" After turning off the fire, Shiraishi Zexiu put his hands on his hips and looked at the fruits of his labor.

"As soon as we enter the mulberry grove, dinner is served! Let me show you Chef Shiraishi's culinary skills!"

"Okay, I'm really looking forward to it!"

After using a spatula to transfer the stir-fried green peppers and pork to a plate, Shiraishi Sawah adjusted its shape and arranged it on a plate.

After bringing it to the table, looking at the four dishes and one soup in front of me,

"Even the Manchu Han Imperial Feast is nothing special!"

"This is the most serious insult I've ever heard of to the Manchu Han Imperial Feast," Chiyo Ichigo said, still sitting on the sofa with a comic book in her hand, without even looking up.

"Once you enter the city, do you girls even watch 'Toriko'?"

"I can't really see it. It feels like they're going a bit too far for the sake of food. This is just to fit the occasion, Shiraishi-kun."

"Then hurry up and come eat. Don't make me call you like a mother hen."

"Mom is much cuter than you," Chiyo said, closing the comic book in her hand and putting it back in its original place on the table. She then stood up, stretched, and her beautiful figure was on full display.

Shiraishi Sawa looked at it once and then looked away.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha, women are devils."

"I can feel your gaze, you lecherous chef."

Chiyo was already seated at the dining table, one hand on the table, her four fingers tapping lightly in a circular motion, and she was staring at Shiraishi Sawa with a smile.

Shiraishi Sawa took two bowls of rice from the rice cooker, pushed one of them in front of Ichiyo Ichiri, and handed her a pair of chopsticks.

"This bowl of rice was supposed to be the dinner for that lecherous chef you mentioned. Since I gave it to you, I have to cook a new meal tonight, and you're still not eating it properly..."

Before he could even say 'thank you,' Shiraishi Sawa suddenly realized he shouldn't guide the conversation in any way.

"...Why don't you treat this job properly?"

Chiyo didn't notice anything unusual upon entering, and clasped her hands together.

"I'm starting!"

Chapter 8 Dinner is actually optional

Shiraishi Sawah picked up a piece of green pepper and ate it silently, his eyes fixed on Ichiyo Ichiriki.

Sensing the intense gaze, Chiyo picked up her spoon, looked at the steamed shrimp with Japanese tofu, scooped up a piece, and put it into her cherry lips.

Seeing Chiyo's cheeks twitch slightly, Shiraishi Sawah felt a little nervous.

"Praise me, please, don't be sarcastic!"

My heart was screaming with rage.

In Shiraishi Sawa's eyes, what felt like an hour or a few seconds passed before Chiyo swallowed it.

"Unexpectedly delicious, Chef! Fresh ingredients always make for good food. I'll try the others." After tasting for a few seconds, Chiyo gave her review.

[Task Completed: Reward 2500 points]

Shiraishi Sawahide breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, he had already obtained the best reward; he could only try his best to get the rest.

"Don't talk like anyone can make this dish taste good. Although this dish is indeed very simple to make, it is precisely because the dish is simple that it is easier to show the chef's basic skills. My cooking skills are at the 'New Oriental' level!"

"'New Oriental'? What level is that?"

"You don't understand, do you? There's an old Chinese saying, 'If you meet a chef from New Oriental, marry him.' It means the food is so delicious that you'd be willing to give yourself to him."

"Oh~ Chef Shiraishi, you want to marry me? Your true colors are showing?"

"...I have a hard time keeping up with your train of thought, once I enter the mulberry."

"Okay, okay, then I'll give you 1% credit for how delicious this dish is." Chiyo nodded repeatedly with her usual perfunctory smile to show her approval.

"Damn it, I'm coming to Sang. There's still one batch of ingredients for this dish in my fridge. Come here." Shiraishi Zexiu said, making a move to get the ingredients from the fridge.

“Wait,” a rare look of panic flashed across Chiyo’s face.

"No need, Chef Shiraishi. I have to admit that a large part of the reason this dish is so delicious is thanks to you!"

Upon noticing Chiyo's panic, Shiraishizawa Hide discovered a new world.

"Since you came to Sang, I remember you also live alone, right? You don't know how to cook, do you?"

"I know a little."

"Which point?"

"Instant noodles," Chiyo said softly, stirring the tomato and egg soup with her chopsticks.

"Ah! You actually dare to criticize my exquisite dishes when you come here!"

"Does Chef Shiraishi have to know how to make refrigeration himself to evaluate a refrigerator?"

"Come on, once you enter the sang, you at least need to know a little about the principles of refrigeration!"

"In general, the refrigeration principle of a refrigerator is that the evaporator absorbs refrigerant and then sends the compressed refrigerant into the condenser. The condenser then sends the liquefied refrigerant into the evaporator through a capillary tube to evaporate and absorb heat, thus achieving the purpose of refrigeration."

After saying that, Chiyo paused for a moment.

Can I comment now?

Shiraishi Sawah sighed, "We're not on the same wavelength. No, to be precise, you're deliberately avoiding my wavelength."

After taking a few bites of food, Shiraishi Sawa suddenly asked curiously:

"If you come to Sang and you can't cook at all, will you eat out for all three meals a day?"

"More or less," Chiyo said, tapping her chin with her index finger as she counted. "There are shops near my house for breakfast, my classmates usually bring me an extra lunch, I just eat dinner at the supermarket, and on weekends and holidays I eat out or order takeout."

“The money I make working at the supermarket isn’t enough to cover my expenses.” Shiraishi Zexiu calculated the costs.

Chiyo glanced at Shiraishi Sawa with a puzzled look.

"Shiraishi-kun, didn't I tell you I'm still a down-on-her-luck young lady? I can still sell my family's assets every day. I should use the money from working at the supermarket to play around. It's such a waste to use it for food."

Hideaki Shiraishi is out of step with the world.

"It was my rudeness, Your Highness."

"Try this. It's the simplest dish and also my favorite: steamed egg."

Shiraishi Sawa pushed the steamed egg in front of Ichiyo Ichiri and took out a brand new spoon from the cabinet and handed it to her.

"Steamed eggs are very simple. You can try it yourself when you go back home. Just beat the eggs, skim off the foam, add some salt, and then add an appropriate amount of water according to your personal preference before steaming."

"Even if it's as simple as you make it sound, Shiraishi-kun, I still won't do it. I think it's enough for me to just eat." After taking a bite, Chiyo nodded in satisfaction. "It's delicious, the texture is amazing!"

"Of course, this is my exclusive recipe! How much more so when you put it in the mulberry bar?"

"What do you mean by 'extraordinary'?" Chiyo looked at him with a hint of confusion.

"It's just... do you think it has a place among the foods you've eaten... like, in terms of status or something?" Shiraishi Sawah gave a thumbs up.

[This constitutes misleading behavior; 100 points will be deducted. A second offense will result in a deduction of 1000 points.]

"..."

"Hahahaha..." At this moment, Chiyo Ichiri, standing in front of Shiraishi Sawa, was laughing so hard she was shaking. "Chef Shiraishi, is this your vanity?"

"Ahem, stop laughing, this is something every chef cares about deep down!"

The points have already been deducted, so we need to get some results. We can't let these points go to waste!

"Hahaha, okay, Chef Shiraishi, this is the best meal I've ever had in my life, hahahaha."

Sorry, the system has determined that this review is not genuine and therefore it is not accepted.

"Once you entered Sang, you never truly accepted me; you weren't sincere!"

Chiyo forced down her laughter and cleared her throat:

"Chef Shiraishi, this is the best dish I've ever eaten in my life! I respectfully offer my respects!"