Reborn to Make Games: My Girlfriend is a Game Streamer

When I got downstairs in the park, the drizzling spring rain hadn't stopped yet, and the air was filled with the unique, damp scent of grass from the Jiangnan region.

Mixed with the footsteps and laughter of the departing crowds, a lazy and relaxed rhythm, unique to Friday evenings, gently enveloped the park after a busy day.

"Wait a minute, I need to buy a milk tea," Chen Bainian said to Xu Haoran.

Xu Haoran raised an eyebrow and immediately gave a knowing smile.

This milk tea was clearly a gift for that "specific user" in 1202.

Perhaps because it was rush hour and everyone was in a hurry to go home, there weren't many people in front of the newly opened milk tea shop.

At the entrance of the milk tea shop, the opening flower baskets were much more impressive than when the Changshou Game Studio opened, and the "buy one get one free" promotion sign was particularly eye-catching.

"One cup of grass jelly, three-tenths sugar, hot." Chen Bainian recited his request almost without thinking, as if he had memorized it many times.

"What would you like for this complimentary drink?" the clerk asked while putting on the label.

Chen Bainian turned to look at Xu Haoran: "Want a drink?"

"No, no!" Xu Haoran shook his head vigorously.

He didn't want to be the unwitting third wheel with this gift that clearly had a "special mission" in mind.

"One more of the same, please." Chen Bainian paid the bill and immediately had two warm drinks in his hand.

When the two were at the park entrance, Xu Haoran's ride-hailing car arrived.

Chen Bainian sat down alone in the back seat, placed the cat carrier beside him, and carefully tucked the two cups of milk tea inside his trench coat, using his body heat to keep them warm.

The two settled in, and the ride-hailing car headed towards home.

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Just after 5 o'clock, on the 12th floor of Unit 3, Mingchun Garden.

The elevator dinged, and Jiang Yiting stepped out, her clothes damp with the scent of spring.

The west side of the 12th floor is very quiet. It has a layout of two elevators and four apartments per floor, and there are only two doors on this side, 1201 and 1202.

The entrance area has changed: two doormats are laid out side by side, forming a continuous area, and frequently used slippers and outdoor shoes are neatly stored on the shoe cabinet next to them.

This was her previous proposal.

Since I got a key to Chen Bainian's house, I always have to open my own door to get slippers before visiting, or walk through the public hallway in my indoor shoes, which is really inconvenient.

This "entrance hall renovation plan" was immediately highly approved and quickly implemented by Chen Bainian.

Jiang Yiting placed her wet umbrella outside the play area, kicked off her rain-soaked sneakers, and precisely slipped her feet into a pair of white, fluffy slippers.

She took out her keychain, which only had two keys, but instead of opening the door to 1202, she inserted them directly into the lock of 1201.

The room was dark and quiet; Chen Bainian had indeed not returned yet.

Jiang Yiting pressed the switch, and warm yellow light shone down, instantly warming the cold room.

She took off her slightly damp coat, hung it on the coat rack by the door, and then skillfully made her way into the kitchen.

"The ribbonfish... it should be on the bottom shelf, right?" Jiang Yiting muttered to herself, opening the refrigerator and bending down to look for it.

Usually, Chen Bainian would come back first to cook, and it was extremely rare for her to prepare the ingredients in advance like today.

Finding the bag containing the pre-cut ribbonfish pieces, she imitated Chen Bainian, putting it into the sink, turning on the tap, and setting the water flow to a low setting to slowly thaw the ribbonfish.

She was a little unsure, so she wiped her hands, took out her phone, took a picture, and sent it over.

Jiang Yiting: Is this how you thaw it?

Chen Bainian: That's right. You should start cooking the rice first, it takes time. Then wash the vegetables you want to eat, and I'll stir-fry them when I get back.

Almost simultaneously, a photo was also sent over.

In the video, Chen Bainian is sitting in a car, holding two cups of milk tea steadily in his arms.

Jiang Yiting looked at her phone, a smile unconsciously curving her lips. She turned around to wash the rice and cook, her mood as light and moist as the rain outside the window.

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At 5:25, the rain hadn't stopped yet. Chen Bainian and Xu Haoran got out of the car at the entrance of the residential area, each holding an umbrella, and walked slowly into the residential area.

When they reached the fork in the garden path, Chen Bainian casually invited, "Want to come to my place for a bite to eat? You'll be eating alone anyway when you get back."

"No, no!" Xu Haoran waved his hand even faster than when he refused the milk tea earlier, his face clearly saying "I don't want to be a third wheel," and then he turned around and ran away.

Chen Bainian chuckled, shook his head, and returned home alone.

At a glance, you can see Jiang Yiting's canvas shoes casually leaning to one side in the center of the mat.

Chen Bainian bent down, picked up the umbrellas (still dripping with rain) and placed them neatly in the shoe cabinet next to hers, arranging them in a row with his own shoes before taking out his keys.

As the key turned and the door was pushed open a crack, a somewhat unfamiliar "tap, tap...tap" sound came from the kitchen.

You can tell that the cleaver and the cutting board are trying hard to bond.

"I'm back," he called out in the direction of the sound, neither too loud nor too soft.

The sound of the knife cutting stopped abruptly, and then half a figure wearing an apron peeked out from the kitchen doorway. Jiang Yiting's eyes lit up, and she said with a hint of smugness, "Oh, my little brother's back just in time! My preparations were just getting started!"

"Okay, coming right away." Chen Bainian replied, put down the cat carrier, unzipped it, and "Big Brother" immediately jumped out and went straight to his food bowl.

Jiang Yiting washed her hands and came out, slowly wiping the water droplets from her fingertips with kitchen paper.

Chen Bainian handed her the cup of grass jelly that belonged to her: "Here, this is yours, three-tenths sugar, warm."

She took it; the plastic cup was still warm in her palm, clearly indicating that someone had done a good job of keeping it warm throughout the journey.

She took it; it was still warm to the touch.

With a "pop," the straw precisely pierced the sealing film, and she took a satisfying big sip. The warm and sweet taste made her squint her eyes contentedly, like a cat being stroked and purring.

"Thanks, Teacher Chen."

Seeing her satisfied expression, Chen Bainian's lips unconsciously curved into a smile.

"Go prepare dinner for 'Big Brother,' I'll cook some vegetables." Chen Bainian placed his cup of grass jelly on the dining table and turned to go into the kitchen.

"Okay~"

Chen Bainian took the apron from Jiang Yiting, put it on, and walked into the kitchen. On the cutting board lay tomatoes that Jiang Yiting had chopped, the pieces of which were of different sizes, fully exposing the chef's "theory over practice" level of culinary skills.

However, the bok choy pieces in the plate next to it were fairly neat, barely passing grade.

He washed his hands, picked up a knife, and with a few deft strokes, trimmed the irregular tomato pieces into uniform sizes. Then he skillfully sliced ​​ginger and smashed garlic cloves.

Jiang Yiting filled "Big Brother's" cat bowl with food, then went to the kitchen doorway and watched Chen Bonian busy with his work, arms crossed.

His cooking and food preparation skills couldn't match the smooth, masterful movements of his father and brothers, who had been immersed in the kitchen for many years.

But this familiar, reassuring sense of familiarity, the clinking of the spatula and the pan, carries a unique rhythm.

"Teacher Jiang, don't just watch the fun, help me crack an egg." Chen Bainian said, his hands never stopping as he scooped a spoonful of chili sauce made by Jiang Yiting's father and put it into the gradually heating oil pan.

With a "sizzle," the aroma burst forth instantly.

"Okay," Jiang Yiting replied, turning around to get the eggs.

"Teacher Jiang, this chili sauce is almost gone." Chen Bainian made a special improvement on the braised ribbonfish she made today, adding some flavors from her hometown.

"I have a spare can! After I finish this can, I'll tell my dad to send me another batch of strategic reserves," Jiang Yiting replied while cracking eggs.

Before long, the food was served, simple yet tempting:

A plate of braised ribbonfish, yet with the spicy flavor of Sichuan and Chongqing; a dish of stir-fried bok choy, crisp and refreshing; plus a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, red and yellow, steaming hot.