You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

That's really heartbreaking to hear. How skilled do you have to be to the point where you can't cut your hand even with your eyes closed?

Jiang Che's smile faded slightly. "Qinghe, I'll say it again, I didn't bring you back to be a nanny."

His tone turned slightly somber, and he deliberately feigned anger as he snapped at her: "I, Jiang Che, am not so useless that I need a patient to serve me three meals a day."

Su Qinghe stood there, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her head down and silent, exuding a stubbornness from head to toe.

She didn't speak or move; she just stood there, as if making some kind of silent protest.

Jiang Che had a headache just looking at her like this. This girl usually seemed so gentle and soft, so why was she so stubborn about this?

"Alright, stop standing there like a telephone pole." Jiang Che sighed helplessly, tossing his phone onto the sofa. "Really want to do it?"

Su Qinghe immediately looked up, her expression brightening noticeably: "Mm!"

"Let's do it together then."

Jiang Che rolled up his sleeves and headed straight for the kitchen. "You'll help me out. Wash the vegetables and stuff. I'll handle the dangerous tasks like using knives and fire."

Su Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then jogged after him: "But...but that would make you very tired..."

"I won't die from exhaustion."

Jiang Che glanced back at her, and after she came over, he reached out and pulled her to the sink, tapping her little head with his finger. "It's better than you chopping your hand into the food and making me eat more."

Fortunately, the kitchen is quite spacious, with more than enough room for two people to cook together.

Jiang Che took out a few freshly bought tomatoes and eggs from the shopping bag and stuffed them into Su Qinghe's hand: "Wash them clean, and don't scratch the skin."

Su Qinghe took the tomatoes and put them into the sink. Then, she fumbled to turn on the tap, felt the water flow with her hand, and began to wash the vegetables carefully.

Jiang Che was just half a step away from her, cutting meat. The blade made a rhythmic "thump-thump" sound as it hit the cutting board.

As he cut the meat, he turned to check on Su Qinghe, saying, "Don't turn the water up too high, or you'll get splashed."

"Okay."

Su Qinghe obediently turned the water flow down a little.

She washed it very carefully, scrubbing every crease meticulously, afraid that any dirt left would upset Jiang Che's stomach.

Jiang Che.

"Um?"

"Thank you."

Jiang Che paused for a moment while chopping vegetables, then resumed his rhythmic chopping motion. "What are you thanking me for? Thanking me for letting you wash the vegetables?"

"No..." Su Qinghe placed the washed tomatoes in the colander, "It's to thank you for letting me do these things."

Thank you for not completely depriving me of my right to contribute, even if it's just washing a few tomatoes.

Jiang Che smiled but didn't reply.

He put the shredded meat into a bowl and marinated it with cooking wine and starch.

Actually, he didn't want her to do any work; he just couldn't bear to see her looking so pathetic, like she felt useless.

Since he couldn't get her to give up this idea, he might as well do it with her. That way, he wouldn't have to worry about the girl messing around on her own and causing any accidents.

Jiang Che also thoroughly enjoyed this feeling, just like an ordinary and loving couple, busy together in the kitchen.

Yes, he admitted that he liked Su Qinghe a little more today.

There was no way he could refuse such an obedient girl; he would accept being called a jerk.

"Finished washing? Let's move on to the next stop."

Jiang Che took the colander over and grinned at Su Qinghe, "Next is my personal show time, just wait and eat."

Su Qinghe obediently moved two steps to the side, pressing herself against the refrigerator door.

The range hood started making a loud rumbling noise.

Jiang Che lit the fire, heated the pan, poured in the oil, and when it was almost ready, he threw all the prepared ingredients into the pan at once.

The hot oil sizzled as it met the scallions, ginger, and garlic, and then the aroma filled the kitchen.

Su Qinghe was listening intently to the sounds of Jiang Che cooking when she suddenly heard Jiang Che say—

"Supporting chef, don't just stand there. Hand me the plates on that table over there," Jiang Che ordered without turning his head.

After receiving the instructions, Su Qinghe, the second chef, immediately began frantically searching the table beside him.

She quickly found a plate, picked it up, and handed it to Jiang Che.

"No, that's for fish. I want the round one."

"oh oh……"

The two of them made a huge racket in the kitchen.

Finally, two dishes and a soup were served: scrambled eggs with tomatoes, shredded pork with green peppers, and seaweed and egg drop soup.

The presentation wasn't great, after all, Jiang Che, this young master, doesn't usually cook much, and this is about the best he can manage.

But Su Qinghe ate with great relish.

She held the rice bowl, shoveling rice into her mouth one bite at a time, looking like she hadn't eaten for three days.

Anyone who didn't know better would think Jiang Che was mistreating her.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Jiang Che placed a piece of meat on her plate. "When you lived at the Su family's house, did they not let you eat at the table?"

Su Qinghe paused in her chewing, swallowed the food in her mouth, and then said softly, "Um... I usually wait until they finish eating before I eat the leftovers."

Sometimes there wasn't even any leftover food, so they had to rummage through the trash or drink tap water to fill their stomachs.

Jiang Che tightened his grip on the chopsticks, and that urge to kill resurfaced.

He gripped the chopsticks tightly for a while before slowly loosening his grip.

"Let's eat." As he spoke, Jiang Che put a few more pieces of meat into Su Qinghe's bowl.

Su Qinghe obediently picked up a piece of meat and put it in her mouth. The meat was very tender and had a fresh green pepper aroma.

Although it was a little salty, it was the best thing she had ever eaten in her life.

Because this was a meal that Jiang Che personally prepared for her.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Su Qinghe insisted on washing the dishes, even reaching for the plates, but Jiang Che knocked her hand back with a chopstick.

These dirty plates and bowls are greasy; how could a girl's delicate hands touch them?

Jiang Che pressed her back down on the sofa, then cleaned up the dishes and went into the kitchen.

He skillfully squeezed dish soap onto the tableware, rubbed it a few times with a rag, and then rinsed it under the tap.

It's absurd to think about. If it were in the past, who would believe that the eldest son of the Jiang family could cook and wash dishes at the same time?

Even Jiang Che himself felt that he was being far too virtuous.

But then he thought about the little blind man sitting in the living room, and realized that doing these things wasn't such a big deal.

These things need to be done by someone. If he doesn't do them, are we really going to let Su Qinghe do them?

That's absolutely inhuman.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Jiang Che shook the water droplets off his hands and hung up his apron.

He looked down and sniffed his clothes, which smelled strongly of cooking oil. He immediately frowned and looked disgusted. He turned around, went back to his room to get a change of clothes, and went into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened.

Jiang Che walked out with his hair still wet and messy. He glanced at Su Qinghe, who was still sitting obediently on the sofa.

The girl was curled up on the sofa playing on her phone, seemingly having come across a funny video that made her giggle.

Jiang Che walked over and patted her on the shoulder. "Qinghe, I'm done showering. Do you want to take a shower too?"

Upon hearing this, Su Qinghe put away her phone. "Okay, I'll go wash now."

She stood up and groped her way toward the bathroom, but after only two steps, Jiang Che grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her back.

"You're going to take a shower without even taking your clothes? What, do you want me to bring them in for you?" he teased, amused.