She had to cook a dish for him.

Song Yaoyao: “…”

She thought Huo Yunque was joking, but when she opened her eyes the next day, she saw Huo Yunque sitting next to her reading a book.

She opened her mouth in surprise. “Gege, didn’t you go to the office?”

Huo Yunque calmly flipped through the book. “There’s no breakfast.”

Song Yaoyao: “What?”

“Breakfast.”

Huo Yunque slammed the book shut, turned his head, and looked at her seriously. “You do it.”

Song Yaoyao was speechless, “???”

Dear Gege, are you even human?

Song Yaoyao collapsed on the bed, hugging the pillow and throwing a tantrum. “My back hurts, I don’t want to! I’m so tired…”

“If that’s the case…”

Huo Yunque silently curled his lips, got up, and strode towards the wardrobe.

“This is all you can do for the show. I’m going to the office.”

Song Yaoyao shuddered and sat up abruptly.

“No, no, no, I can do it! ! I can do it!”

Huo Yunque: “Heh.”

You can’t.

Early in the morning, Song Yaoyao’s waist and legs were sore. She leaned against the man as though he was a pillar and began to toast bread with difficulty.

She thought to herself, this is such a simple task. I shouldn’t make a mistake, right?

In the end…

Song Yaoyao still overestimated herself.

It seemed, she really had no fate with the kitchen in this life.

The first time, because she forgot the time, the bread was burnt.

The second time, she set the time but it was still too long.

The third time…

The fourth time…

There were always various reasons that led to Song Yaoyao’s final failure.

Pa!

Song Yaoyao pouted and threw the hard, stone-like bread into the trash bin with a sullen and angry expression. “I’m not learning anymore! I’m not cooking anymore!”

With that, she stomped away like an angry little animal.

Huo Yunque, who had been left behind, raised his eyebrows, picked up a piece of broken bread from the plate, and put it into his mouth.

After a long while, he chuckled. “Sure enough, it tastes terrible…”

After Song Yaoyao complained about this to Tang Xinrou, she was met with merciless ridicule.

She wanted to blow up the kitchen.

Yaoyao: “I think my star sign clashes with the kitchen! That toaster is deliberately opposing me!”

Rourou: “Forget it, forget it, just focus on your studies.”

Yaoyao: “No way! Gege said that if I can’t cook a meal for him, he won’t allow me to eat dessert! Then what’s the point of me appearing on the show!”

Tang Xinrou, who was in the dormitory, frowned and cupped her chin as she thought hard.

This was a problem.

As she thought about it, her eyes suddenly lit up and she snapped her fingers.

Rourou: I’ve got it! Just do as I say…

…

In the blink of an eye, it was night again.

Was Song Yaoyao someone who would give up so easily? Of course not!

The more she struggled, the braver she became, and she would not stop until she achieved her goal.

Click—

The door opened.

Song Yaoyao’s little heart suddenly jumped up to her throat. Waves of hot air rushed towards her face, causing her eyes to become watery and misty.

She pulled the quilt to cover her chin.

She thought to herself, he wouldn’t notice from the outside, right?

Right, right?

“Not sleeping?”

Huo Yunque lifted his hand to unbutton his shirt. He was stunned by Song Yaoyao’s gaze and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Why are you looking at me like that for?”

There was only one wall lamp in the room, and the warm yellow color was exceptionally soft. The young girl blinked her eyes and did not say anything. She just looked at him innocently.

It made one’s heart itch.

Huo Yunque took off his cufflinks and threw them on the table. He then strode to the bedside and bent over.

A slightly cold kiss gently landed on Song Yaoyao’s forehead.

He ran his hand through Song Yaoyao’s messy hair as if he was coaxing a child. “I’m going to take a shower first. Be good, okay?”