I started as a spirited young man, and the system made me a male god.

"Is this still my kitchen? When did we get all this stuff?" Chen Fei asked in surprise, pointing to the brand-new equipment.

Lin Jingyi looked in the direction he pointed and explained with a smile:

"Hehe, actually, after we received our first model's payment, we secretly placed an order online. We figured your kitchen was big and just sitting empty, so we..."

As she spoke, she lowered her head somewhat shyly.

"We'll shamelessly treat this place as our kitchen!" Shen Shaoting said, deftly plating the stir-fried kale. "From now on, whenever we want to improve our meals, we'll cook here. Fei-ge, you don't mind, do you?"

She picked up the plate of vibrant green, tempting garlic-flavored kale, turned around, and handed it to Lin Jingyi. "Quick, take it out, it's all done!"

Chen Fei naturally didn't mind them doing that, and shook his head with a smile, but quickly calculated in his mind.

So far, they've only shot clothes for two days, and the two of them together have earned about 2400 yuan.

This amount of money isn't small, but after buying so many seemingly expensive kitchen appliances and a table full of fancy dishes in the living room, there probably won't be much left.

The two of them had just received their first "huge sum of money," which they hadn't even had a chance to enjoy, and they ended up spending almost all of it on him?

This unreserved expression of gratitude left Chen Fei speechless, a rare occurrence for him.

He had experienced the hypocrisy of the workplace and witnessed the coldness of exchanging interests, but such pure, passionate, and selfless dedication deeply moved him.

Yes, Shen Shaoting and Lin Jingyi may be seen by many as "unconventional" and immature "young women," but their dedication to relationships is something many people cannot match.

The weight of this feeling was immense, giving Chen Fei an unprecedented sense of excitement and...pressure.

He was overwhelmed with emotions, his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he didn't know what to say.

He quietly stepped forward, wanting to help carry the rice cooker out.

"Hey, hey, hey! Fei-ge, don't move!" Shen Shaoting quickly stopped him, untied her apron, revealing a simple T-shirt and shorts underneath. "Today you're a guest—no, a host! But you don't need to lift a finger; just sit and wait to eat!"

Without saying a word, she pushed Chen Fei into the living room.

Chen Fei had no choice but to obey and walk to the table, then sit on the sofa.

Shen Shaoting also came out and sat down on either side of Chen Fei with Lin Jingyi, just like when they first met.

This time, however, it wasn't pork trotter rice; instead, it was a feast prepared by Shen Shaoting and Lin Jingyi themselves.

Chen Fei couldn't help but exclaim in genuine admiration, "This is such a feast! Shao Ting, I didn't know you had this skill! It's amazing!"

Shen Shaoting was serving rice when she heard the praise, and she couldn't hide the smug look on her face: "Of course! Don't you know who did it!"

Lin Jingyi, standing next to her, chuckled and eagerly blurted out the gossip:

"Brother Fei, let me tell you, Shaoting is the pillar of her family! She's been the eldest sister since she was little, with two younger brothers. She's been helping with cooking for the family since elementary school."

If I didn't cook well, my parents would scold me. That's how I honed my cooking skills—it was all forced upon me! Haha, isn't that amazing?

Lin Jingyi spoke of it casually, as if it were just a fun childhood anecdote.

But as Chen Fei listened, his heart tightened slightly.

He realized that the name "Shen Shaoting" was, in a traditional sense, a name that was similar to Zhao Di and Nian'er, which were names that favored boys over girls.

The painful history of son preference hidden behind the name made him feel a pang of heartache.

He looked at Shen Shaoting, who simply shrugged indifferently and smiled as she placed the bowl of rice in front of Chen Fei.

"If my family hadn't forced me, I wouldn't have such good cooking skills. Fei-ge, hurry up and eat it while it's hot! Try these ribs, I stewed them for a long time. And this fish, see if it's flavorful enough?"

If any dish gets cold, just let me know and I'll reheat it. If you like it, I can make it for you every day from now on.

Chen Fei did not pick up his chopsticks immediately.

His gaze slowly swept over each dish on the table, then looked at the two girls on his left and right.

This meal cost more than just money; it represented the hard work and dedication of the women who had spent hours filming, exhausted.

He took a deep breath, looked up, and said very seriously, "Shaoting, Jingyi, thank you. You've really worked hard."

When the word "thank you" was uttered, Chen Fei keenly noticed that the smile on Shen Shaoting's lips twitched slightly.

Although she quickly covered it up with a smile and said repeatedly, "It's not hard work, it's not hard work, you eat quickly," the momentary stiffness still did not escape Chen Fei's eyes.

Chen Fei's heart sank, and he immediately thought of a common "rejection" signal.

When one person musters the courage to confess their feelings, but the other person has no intention of accepting, isn't the most common response "Thank you, you're a good person"?

This "thank you," after the ambiguous events of last night, may have felt like a small thorn, pricking Shen Shaoting's sensitive heart.

She has given so much; perhaps she expects more than just a polite thank you.

They have already expressed their feelings to him in the most straightforward way.

They've all been so brave, so as a man, should I continue to hesitate?

The city was completely enveloped in the darkness outside the window, while the apartment was brightly lit, with steam rising from the food.

Chen Fei put down his chopsticks, got up, grabbed a chair, and sat down opposite them, looking solemnly at Shen Shaoting and Lin Jingyi.

He took a deep breath and spoke in a serious tone:

"Shaoting, Jingyi, I have a very important question that I want to ask you seriously."

The living room fell silent for a moment, with only the faint sound of the air conditioner running.

The table was laden with delicious dishes that emitted an enticing aroma, but none of the three of them were paying attention to the food at the moment.

Shen Shaoting and Lin Jingyi both focused their attention on Chen Fei's face, waiting for him to say something next.

They could sense that what Chen Fei was about to say was anything but ordinary.

Chen Fei's gaze swept honestly over Shen Shaoting, then turned to Lin Jingyi, and he slowly spoke:

"I appreciate the meal and your thoughtfulness; I'm truly touched."

He paused, taking a few seconds to calm himself down, "But that's precisely why there are some things I must make clear to you now."

His expression became somewhat complex, carrying both hesitation and undeniable sincerity:

"I admit, I enjoy being with you all. Shaoting, you're straightforward, loyal, and fearless; Jingyi, you're gentle, considerate, and always quietly caring for others."

I feel relaxed and happy being with you all. Although you were late for yesterday's shoot, I could tell you all worked very hard, and I'm truly proud of you.

Hearing Chen Fei's direct praise, Shen Shaoting's ears turned slightly red, and she shifted her body uncomfortably.

Lin Jingyi lowered her head shyly, too embarrassed to move.

They had been working as "spiritual young women" for many years and had heard all sorts of praise, but this was the first time they had heard such sincere praise as Chen Fei.

Moreover, Chen Fei wasn't just any ordinary young man; he was about to become the company's boss, a fact that made them even more excited and nervous.