Chapter 11: My Life is Like Walking on Thin Ice

Qin Yun’s request couldn’t be turned down by Fang Zhou in front of everyone.

He took the kitchen knife from Qin Yun, asked her to step back, and quickly chopped the ribs into small pieces with a few swift motions.

“Done.”

Fang Zhou deftly finished chopping the ribs and placed them back in the bag, leaving the rest to Qin Yun.

Qin Yun smiled slightly, thanking him leisurely.

“Thank you, Fang Zhou.”

Fang Zhou waved it off, indicating it was no big deal, and prepared to return to washing vegetables.

But Qin Yun pulled out a piece of pork belly from the fridge, looking troubled.

“I don’t know how to handle this either. Can you help?”

Qin Yun, a voluptuous mature woman with prominent features, looked like a blooming peony, exuding wealth and grace.

When she asked in her gentle voice, it was hard for any man to refuse.

Fang Zhou hesitated, scrutinizing her face for any signs of trickery but found none.

Was she doing this on purpose to make him work more?

He reassured himself that Qin Yun, with her surgeon’s hands, might genuinely not want to handle a kitchen knife and stain her hands.

After all, back when they were together, he was the one who cooked most of the time, while she just waited to eat.

Accepting the pork belly, Fang Zhou placed it on the cutting board and began to work on it.

Qin Yun stood by, watching him with a smile, suddenly saying, “Fang Zhou, you really have the aura of a husband.”

Fang Zhou’s hand trembled, cutting a large piece of pork belly.

He had heard her say this before, back when she added, “I really want to tie you up at home to cook for me forever.”

Back then, he thought she was joking, only to realize later she was serious and capable of such actions.

It was then that Fang Zhou realized Qin Yun had a yandere side.

Hearing the conversation, Tang Wan also chimed in, “I think all the male guests have a husband-like aura when they cook!”

Qiao Sisi and Han Xi, who were peeling garlic and cutting vegetables, also looked over.

“Cooking is the best dowry for a man.”

Qiao Sisi recalled a saying from the internet, making everyone laugh.

Liu Hao blinked, saying, “Since the ladies have given us such high praise, Haotian and I better perform well!”

Sun Haotian agreed, “Right, I need to show my best skills.”

The originally tense dinner preparation became more relaxed thanks to Qin Yun’s remark.

The live chat became lively.

“Wow, what are they cooking? There are so many ingredients!”

“I didn’t expect Sisi to help out. I thought she would just wait to eat.”

“The most surprising is CEO Han Xi. She’s really clueless about cooking. Look, she doesn’t even know how much rice to use.”

Han Xi, the focus of the audience, was indeed struggling with measuring rice in the rice cooker.

She had never cooked before and didn’t know the right amount.

Looking up, she instinctively sought help, her eyes pausing on Fang Zhou, who was busy cutting meat, before landing on Dong Donghui.

“How much rice should I use?”

Dong Donghui, clueless about cooking, was also struggling with a fish.

He looked helpless, shrugging, “Just estimate.”

Han Xi, not one to overthink, muttered to herself, “With ten people, at least ten cups, right?”

The chat was filled with warnings, “No, you’ll overfill the pot!”

Han Xi, unable to see the chat, nodded to herself, thinking she was right, and was about to proceed.

Chu Xinran, noticing her dilemma, stood up to help.

“Let me handle it, Han Xi.”

Han Xi sighed in relief, sending a grateful look to Chu Xinran, mentally categorizing her as a good person.

Such kind-hearted girls were rare.

Finally done with the pork belly, Fang Zhou returned to his spot, only to find the vegetables already washed by Chu Xinran.

She smiled and pointed to the sofa in the living room, “Fang Zhou-ge, your task is done. You can rest now.”

Chu Xinran’s use of “Fang Zhou-ge” caught the attention of everyone around.

Sun Haotian remarked sourly, “Xinran-meimei hasn’t called me gege yet.” (tln : meimei mean lil sis, gege is brother)

The chat exploded with comments.

“Wow, she called him gege! Is this CP confirmed?”

“Oh my, sweet girl calling gege is too sweet. I want to be called gege too.”

Qiao Sisi also glanced at Chu Xinran, a hint of curiosity on her face.

“Are Xinran and Fang Zhou that close already?”

Qiao Sisi’s straightforward personality made her question seem genuine, adding to her charm.

Fang Zhou panicked slightly, wondering why Chu Xinran still called him that.

Back in university, he was a senior while she was a freshman, so calling him gege was natural.

He didn’t expect her to retain the habit after their breakup.

Seeing everyone’s changing expressions, Fang Zhou quickly explained, “Xinran is the youngest in our group, calling us gege and jiejie isn’t strange, haha.” (tln : jiejie is older sister)

Everyone nodded in realization, remembering Chu Xinran was only 22 and still a senior in college.

“Oh, she’s the youngest. We should take care of her.”

After a few jokes, everyone returned to their tasks.

Fang Zhou let out a sigh of relief, thinking, That was close, almost got exposed.

Just as he relaxed, Qin Yun’s voice made his heart skip a beat.

“Zhou…”

Fang Zhou quickly turned, pleading with his eyes for Qin Yun not to call him that embarrassing nickname in front of everyone.

“Huh? What did you say?”

Qin Yun stopped after one word, but Qi Le couldn’t help asking.

Seeing Fang Zhou’s look, Qin Yun smiled, covering her slip smoothly.

“I said, porridge, does anyone want some?”

Fang Zhou: My life is like walking on thin ice. Do you think I can make it to the other side?