Chapter 100: You're Tricking Me
Ming Qian's attitude was far too strange. Hao Lin grew vigilant, secretly planning to thoroughly investigate Ming Qian's past later.
After the tour concerts ended, Rong Yu once again threw himself into the filming of "Blood Mist."
Yin Chengjue, on the other hand, had company matters to arrange and couldn't frequently visit the set. He could only stay at the company under the pretext of working overtime. Sometimes, if Rong Yu returned to the company dormitory after filming, the two would seize that time to have a meal together.
At first, they always ate out. Later, Yin Chengjue found going back and forth too troublesome, so he simply bought ingredients and cooked at Rong Yu's dorm.
Rong Yu was now one of the company's key talents to cultivate, with predicted promising prospects, so the company had arranged a separate dormitory for him: one bedroom, one living room, one bathroom, one kitchen—a simple standard setup.
It wasn't that Yin Chengjue hadn't thought about taking Rong Yu directly to his own home to live, but that would be too conspicuous, as if asking for paparazzi attention, being overly conspicuous
If they were photographed, Rong Yu would definitely be affected. Being photographed at the company dorm could still be explained as a leader conducting an inspection, which was easier to justify. As for whether others in the company might see... this was precisely why Yin Chengjue had worked hard from the start to remove the spies within the company. Those who could still remain in the company now had some sense of discretion, knowing what things they should know and what things they should pretend not to know.
Anyone wanting to gossip about their superior would have to think carefully about the consequences for their own career opportunities.
Huansheng Entertainment had recently secured several major IP projects. Since the distribution of these valuable resources was primarily managed by Yin Chengjue and Shang Liu, any sensible artist would understand the importance of staying on their good side by keeping their mouths shut.
That day, just as Yin Chengjue finished making dinner, Rong Yu returned. He entered, threw his backpack onto the sofa, and followed the aroma into the kitchen.
"Brother~ what delicious food are we having today?" Rong Yu looked eagerly at the clay pot bubbling with steam.
"Simmered a pot of black chicken soup," Yin Chengjue said while turning off the heat. He opened the lid, and a sweet, fragrant aroma instantly filled the entire kitchen.
Rong Yu felt his nose wasn't enough to take it all in.
Yin Chengjue scooped out the black chicken meat into a washed plate, then poured the sweet and mellow soup into a porcelain soup bowl, signaling for Rong Yu to take it out.
Rong Yu picked up the soup, his eyes lingering on the meat in the plate: "Just drink the soup, no meat?"
"I'll stir-fry the black chicken meat. Don't you like spicy food? I'll add some spice for you." As Yin Chengjue spoke, he poured a little oil into the wok, added the stewed black chicken meat back into the stir-fry pan, tossed it a couple of times, and added chili sauce.
With the addition of the spicy flavor, the aroma became even more captivating, though the process was a bit pungent. Rong Yu quickly covered his nose to avoid sneezing.
"Brother, let me help you!" Rong Yu said, carefully carrying the finished dishes out to the dining table one by one. Not wanting to just stand around idle, he eagerly volunteered for another task.
Yin Chengjue's expression shifted slightly as he was instantly reminded of what had happened a few days prior. It had been a moment of poor judgment on his part, allowing Rong Yu to help in the kitchen. The decision had resulted in a small but memorable fire incident...
Yin Chengjue's gaze inadvertently swept over a recently repainted section of the wall and he immediately said, "No need, you just got back. Go wash your face and hands first. I can finish this quickly myself."
Rong Yu: "Then I'll wash the bowls and chopsticks!"
Yin Chengjue waved a dismissive hand."Leave that to the dishwasher. It's perfectly capable of handling it on its own."
Rong Yu: "Then I'll serve the rice!"
Yin Chengjue: "...Go ahead." Serving rice should be simple enough, probably not...
Before Yin Chengjue could finish the thought, an unusual sound echoed through the kitchen.
Yin Chengjue turned around to see Rong Yu holding a bowl in one hand and the rice cooker lid in the other, looking innocently at Yin Chengjue.
If the rice cooker lid had not originally been attached to the rice cooker, this scene wouldn't have been much of a problem.
Rong Yu blinked: "I didn't expect it to be so fragile. I really just wanted to lift it up."
Yin Chengjue pointed to the small button on the rice cooker: "You just need to press that button gently, and the lid will pop open automatically. You don't need to use brute force to lift it."
"Oh, so that's how it works!" Rong Yu said, suddenly understanding.
Yin Chengjue truly hadn't expected that Rong Yu would be a kitchen disaster.
And the destructive power was actually this formidable.
So, how had he managed all these years? Did poor families not need to use a kitchen? Or was it precisely because Rong Yu's destructive power was too great, and his family didn't have enough money for him to wreck the kitchen daily, that they completely stripped him of any possibility of entering the kitchen, leading to him growing increasingly distant from it until all possibility of kitchen entry was severed?
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