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Professor Qin’s house wasn’t just like a palace in the living room and bedrooms.
Even the kitchen was no exception.
The walls were covered with delicate, creamy white tiles, smooth as a mirror.
The ceiling had simple pendant lights, emitting bright white light, adding an elegant touch to the entire kitchen.
The beautifully textured solid wood cabinets, the dark gray non-slip floor tiles…
A large island stood in the center of the kitchen.
And an oven, microwave, smart refrigerator, and all kinds of other appliances were readily available.
Jiang Yichen placed the ingredients on the island, picked up a kitchen knife – a brand new one, seemingly never used.
“Professor Qin, do you have an apron?” Jiang Yichen turned to ask the figure leaning against the kitchen door.
“No.”
Qin Ling shook her head.
Although her kitchen was well-decorated, with all sorts of appliances, and plenty of seasonings.
But she… had never cooked since she was little, usually eating out.
Most of the things here were bought by her father.
“Alright.”
Jiang Yichen didn’t mind.
Then he took a potato from the bag of ingredients and started working.
He had started cooking at the age of seven and was very confident in his culinary skills.
Chop chop chop…
The knife made rhythmic sounds on the cutting board.
Jiang Yichen was demonstrating his knife skills on a potato.
The potato shreds were uniformly thin.
The sound of chopping was crisp and pleasant, like a perfect percussion performance.
Qin Ling leaned against the kitchen door, watching Jiang Yichen’s busy back, but her gaze was quickly drawn to the brown sugar and ginger in the bag…
After staring blankly for a while, she silently turned and left.
…
After half an hour.
Jiang Yichen came out with two plates of home-cooked dishes.
“Spicy shredded potatoes, stir-fried pork.”
“Professor Qin, please try them.”
Jiang Yichen handed her the chopsticks.
Qin Ling took them, her gaze fixed on the two dishes. Both the spicy shredded potatoes and the stir-fried pork were topped with a layer of bright green cilantro…
Jiang Yichen explained, “Don’t worry, Professor Qin, I haven’t used these chopsticks…”
Qin Ling silently picked up a piece of stir-fried pork with her chopsticks, first sniffing it lightly.
The complex and alluring aroma of meat, sauce, and spices immediately awakened her sleeping taste buds.
The thin slices of pork were stir-fried to perfection, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
Qin Ling slowly put it in her mouth.
The moment it entered, the richness of the sauce and the subtle spiciness slowly melted on her tongue.
As she chewed, the aroma of the meat filled her mouth.
It was delicious, almost as good as a five-star chef.
“How is it? Professor Qin?” Jiang Yichen had a “waiting for you to praise me” expression.
Qin Ling didn’t comply, “Average.”
“Then try the spicy shredded potatoes.” Jiang Yichen pointed. He had paid special attention to Qin Ling’s preference for sour flavors in the seasoning…
Qin Ling gently chewed the crispy potatoes.
This kid…
He actually remembered her taste preferences?
The cilantro, and the sourness in these potato shreds…
“How is it? Professor Qin, are you satisfied with the shredded potatoes?” Jiang Yichen smirked.
Qin Ling glanced at his somewhat cheeky smile and uttered two words, “Alright.”
“Got it,” Jiang Yichen nodded in agreement, “That should be pretty good. Professor Qin’s ‘average’ and ‘alright’ are probably equivalent to ‘delicious’ for other people.”
“Why do you say that? Do you know me very well?” Qin Ling asked.
Jiang Yichen thought for a moment, imitating Qin Ling’s tone, and slowly said, “Average.”
After saying that, fearing Qin Ling would retort, he quickly turned and went into the kitchen to get rice bowls.
“… ” Qin Ling’s long, narrow phoenix eyes reflected Jiang Yichen’s hasty retreat.
In a moment, Jiang Yichen came out with two bowls of rice.
He tentatively handed a bowl to Qin Ling.
Huh?
Professor Qin didn’t retort?
Jiang Yichen found it strange. She didn’t seem to mind his imitation?
Qin Ling looked at the plain white rice and the two home-cooked dishes…
Not extravagant, simple and ordinary.
She ate the food in small bites.
A warm current seemed to flow through her heart.
After the meal.
Jiang Yichen got up to clean up the dishes.
Qin Ling also got up and said, “Sit down, give me the bowls.”
“Professor Qin, let me do it,” Jiang Yichen looked at Qin Ling’s hands, which never touched a drop of water.
Qin Ling’s hands were beautiful, fair and slender, with even knuckles, soft and smooth lines, and faintly visible light blue veins.
Most importantly, there was a faint fragrance on them, which Jiang Yichen had deeply experienced…
“Give them to me,” Qin Ling repeated.
“Professor…”
“Shut up.”
Jiang Yichen: “…”
Fine.
Here you go.
Even washing dishes had to be so domineering.
Jiang Yichen sat on the stool and looked at his phone.
He curiously opened the various music website creator platforms.
Hmm…
After a day’s fermentation.
The data was slowly improving.
The three major digital music platforms had accumulated millions of plays. QQ Music had the most, two million plays, totaling 2400 yuan. KuGou and Wangyiyun combined didn’t even reach QQ Music’s numbers, totaling 1.5 million plays, for 1600 yuan.
A total of 4000 yuan from the three major digital music platforms.
He earned 4000 yuan in a day.
Jiang Yichen immediately wanted to withdraw the money; his WeChat balance only had a single-digit amount left.
The next moment, Jiang Yichen was immediately doused with cold water after seeing the withdrawal rules.
Withdrawals for the previous month’s earnings are only possible on the 15th of each month. In other words, his September earnings would be available on October 15th.
Clang—
A crisp sound from the kitchen interrupted Jiang Yichen’s thoughts.
Jiang Yichen went over and saw that a rice bowl had been shattered by Professor Qin, lying broken on the floor.
Qin Ling looked coldly at the bowl broken into eight pieces on the floor, then took a broom from the bathroom.
“Professor Qin, let me do it,”
Jiang Yichen felt like Qin Ling had never done any housework.
He had been cooking and washing dishes for so many years, but he had never broken a bowl.
“No.” Qin Ling bent down and started carefully cleaning up the broken pieces.
“Oh, right.”
Jiang Yichen took Qin Ling’s thermos from the table outside and brought it into the kitchen.
While cooking, he had also made a pot of brown sugar ginger tea.
Now, holding the thermos, he scooped out the brown sugar ginger tea and said to Qin Ling, “Professor Qin, look, I’ve made so much brown sugar ginger tea for you these days, and I cooked for you today…”
Qin Ling stopped what she was doing, stood up straight and looked at Jiang Yichen.
“Um… look, could you do me a small favor?”
“Speak.”
“Lend me a little money…”
“How much?”
“A thousand, don’t worry, I’ll definitely pay you back next month,” Jiang Yichen guaranteed.
Qin Ling put down the broom, went to the living room, picked up her phone, and directly transferred 2000 yuan to Jiang Yichen.
Jiang Yichen was slightly moved by the transfer message on his phone screen. It seemed his brown sugar ginger tea hadn’t been in vain!
“Professor Qin, don’t worry, I’ll definitely pay you back!” Jiang Yichen guaranteed again.
Qin Ling softly hummed and continued cleaning up the broken pieces.