My girlfriend isn't as cute as me.

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After washing up in the bathroom, Lin Jiu went to the kitchen. He put on a pink apron, put one hand on his hip, and thought about what breakfast and lunch he should prepare for the day, as well as the lunchbox he should bring to Wang Yuting's company.

This is probably something that every housewife worries about every day, and Lin Jiu is no exception.

As Lin Jiu thought about it, his hands were already moving. First, he soaked the rice for porridge in water. Considering Wang Yuting's appetite, Lin Jiu specially prepared a little more than two people's worth. Soaking the rice for half an hour before cooking would allow it to soften, resulting in a smoother, better-tasting porridge, and easier cooking. Knowing he was making savory porridge, he added a little oil and salt to the soaking rice.

While waiting for the rice to soak, Lin Jiu didn't rest either; he also planned to make a sandwich.

Tear open the packaging of the boneless chicken thighs bought from the supermarket, rinse them with water, put them in a bowl, and add seasonings.

Add one spoonful of cooking wine, one spoonful of light soy sauce, one spoonful of oyster sauce, two spoonfuls of honey, half a spoonful of salt, and half a spoonful of pepper. Marinate by hand for ten minutes.

During the marinating process, Lin Jiu heated a pan, added a piece of butter, and then put four rectangular slices of toast in to fry.

After the toast was cooked, Lin Jiu carefully wiped the pan clean with a kitchen paper towel, then added oil and turned on medium heat. Once the oil was hot, she placed the two boneless chicken thighs that had been marinated earlier into the pan, skin side down, poured in the remaining seasonings from the bowl, and fried them until golden brown on both sides.

Wang Yuting woke up to the aroma. With her long hair loose, she leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching Lin Jiu's back.

He always looked very happy when Lin Jiu was cooking.

Pure and direct, Lin Jiu couldn't hide her feelings at this moment.

Wang Yuting felt a deep love for Lin Jiu whenever she enjoyed his cooking, wanting to make the best food for the person she loved.

"Go brush your teeth and wash your face. Your hair is all messy, is that appropriate?"

Lin Jiu noticed Wang Yuting's gaze and said bluntly.

"Okay, Dad."

"I'm not your father!"

Lin Jiu responded reflexively, then paused with both hands.

That's strange, it feels like I've seen this before. Did I say this before?

Lin Jiu shrugged, placed the fried toast on a plate, topped each with a slice of cheese, and then added the caramelized chicken thigh meat. To ensure it wasn't too greasy, he also added lettuce leaves, squeezed on some ketchup and salad dressing, and finally covered it with the toast. All done!

If Lin Jiu were alone, a chicken cutlet toast sandwich would be enough for breakfast. But Wang Yuting was at home, and she could eat even more than Lin Jiu had imagined. He wondered how she managed to eat so much every day and still stay so thin.

Lin Jiu had already felt Wang Yuting's slender waist when they hugged.

Yes, it feels really good, I love it.

By this time, the rice had been soaked. Lin Jiu took out a clay pot from the cupboard, poured in water, and turned on the heat to cook it.

Here's another life hack: boiling water prevents porridge from sticking to the bottom of the pot, which is better than boiling it directly with cold water.

Of course, this excludes rice cooker porridge...

Lin Jiu poured out the water used to soak the rice and poured the rice into the clay pot.

Bring to a boil over high heat, then reduce to a simmer and cook slowly, stirring occasionally.

While waiting for the porridge to cook, Lin Jiu cracked four eggs with one hand, poured them into a bowl, stirred them well, and chopped the scallions into scallion flowers.

The rice grains slowly expanded and swelled. Lin Jiu poured the beaten egg over the glossy, plump white porridge, added half a spoonful of salt and half a spoonful of pepper, and sprinkled on chopped green onions. The porridge gradually turned a beautiful color and became incredibly fragrant. At this point, it was time to turn off the heat, because the clay pot had excellent heat retention; the residual heat would soften the green onions, and cooking them for too long would have caused them to turn yellow.

Egg drop porridge, chicken cutlet toast sandwich, fresh milk.

Lin Jiu's family has finished preparing for this morning.

"Time to eat."

"I'm coming!"

Wang Yuting ran to the kitchen and helped Lin Jiu bring the dishes to the dining table.

Having absolutely no cooking skills, this was the only time she could be of help.

"Is it tasty?"

Lin Jiu watched Wang Yuting eagerly taking a sip of egg drop porridge, and looked at her nervously.

"It's so delicious! The flavor is just right, and it smells amazing!"

Wang Yuting gave Lin Jiu a thumbs up, a big thumbs-up.

Lin Jiu slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and he also took a sip of porridge, savoring it carefully.

The dish is rich in egg flavor, the rice grains are plump, and the scallions have a sweet taste.

Being able to eat such delicious porridge in the morning was something he never dared to imagine before.

"Pretty much... in my heart, it would rank second."

Lin Jiu savored the taste of the porridge and nodded in satisfaction.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuting immediately raised her hand and shouted, "I want to eat the porridge that's ranked number one in your heart!"

Lin Jiu looked up at Wang Yuting, biting his spoon, and said softly, "You've already eaten..."

"what?!"

Wang Yuting was deeply shocked.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest, trying hard to remember exactly when she had eaten the porridge that Lin Jiu ranked number one in her heart.

Although Wang Yuting's mind wasn't as sharp as Lin Jiu's, able to instantly retrieve a book from her memory shelf and recreate fragments of memories by flipping through its pages, she had never forgotten anything about Lin Jiu.

"Vegetable porridge?"

Wang Yuting asked with a puzzled look, "Besides this egg drop porridge, Lin Jiu has only ever made vegetable porridge for her."

However, for her, the egg drop porridge she ate with someone else was much tastier than the vegetable porridge she ate alone.

"No."

Lin Jiu shook her head.

Wang Yuting found this strange.

Lin Jiu had only made porridge twice before. Could it be that she overslept and her brain became dull?

"Could I be developing early-onset Alzheimer's disease?!"

Wang Yuting showed a slightly frightened expression.

Lin Jiu couldn't help but laugh. He didn't keep him in suspense any longer: "Do you remember when you took me home, the instant porridge you cooked for me?"

"I remember, before you started cooking, I ate this almost every day."

Wang Yuting would never forget that taste. Even though she followed the instructions on the packaging to add water, the instant porridge she cooked herself still tasted strange, earning her the epic achievement of not being able to make good instant food.

Lin Jiu said frankly, "For me, the number one thing in my heart is the bowl of instant porridge you cooked."

"Oh, I see..."

Wang Yuting's cheeks slowly turned red.

She hadn't expected to feel so shy about being praised, especially since Lin Jiu's expression was quite serious, making her feel somewhat flattered. After all, Wang Yuting had a very clear understanding of her own cooking skills; it was already a miracle she hadn't poisoned herself.

Lin Jiu realized how blunt his words were, but he still looked into Wang Yuting's eyes.

There was no need to avoid eye contact, because Lin Jiu was speaking from the heart, which only made Wang Yuting more shy. A faint blush rose to her cheeks, and she trembled slightly with embarrassment. Even though she wasn't wearing makeup, she gave off a heart-fluttering feeling.

"This is delicious too."

Lin Jiu pointed to the chicken cutlet toast sandwich.

"I'll eat it all!" Wang Yuting immediately perked up and ate the sandwich with gusto.

"Eat slowly, if it's not enough, I'll give you this portion too."

"That's enough, I'll eat slowly!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuting immediately slowed down and took small, ladylike bites of the sandwich.

She would never compete with Lin Jiu for food. If anyone tried to take food from Lin Jiu, she would fight them!

Although she was too shy to taste it at first, Wang Yuting slowly ate it and discovered that the sandwich was thick, tender, and bursting with meaty flavor. The chicken thigh meat was fried to perfection, with a particularly rich flavor, and the addition of ketchup and salad dressing on the lettuce leaves made it not greasy at all. Paired with the crispy toast, it was pure bliss, bringing a smile to her face involuntarily.

"I'm stuffed."

Wang Yuting let out a satisfied burp.

She ate a whole chicken cutlet toast sandwich and also finished most of a pot of egg drop soup.

When Lin Jiu saw the completely empty casserole, a smug smile appeared on his face.

For a chef, the fact that their dish is so deliciously enjoyed by someone they like is a form of intangible praise.

"It's so delicious."

Wang Yuting said contentedly, "Lin Jiu, I want to eat your cooking for the rest of my life."

"I want to eat your miso soup every morning?"

Lin Jiu suddenly remembered a line from the animation that was similar to a confession.

"Don't say it so bluntly!" Wang Yuting's little scheme was exposed by Lin Jiu, and she blushed as she muttered softly, "Anyway, you know what I mean. I'm sticking with you now, and if you ever run away, I'll chase you to the ends of the earth!"

Why should I run?

Lin Jiu shook his head, raised his hand, and tapped Wang Yuting on the head.

"I wish I could do your laundry and cook for you for the rest of my life."

"That's what you said!"

"Yes, I said it."

Lin Jiu smiled and nodded, preparing to take the bowls, chopsticks, and plates to the kitchen.

Wang Yuting happily turned around and pounced on the sofa, burying her face in the cushions and rolling around on the sofa with joy.

Lin Jiu saw this and said irritably, "Remember to stand up and walk around after you finish eating. Lying down is bad for digestion."

"Okay, brother."

"I'm not your brother!"

Hmm, that's strange, this sentence sounds familiar.

Wang Yuting thought for a moment, then said bluntly, "I know, honey."