The corn and chicken wing stew in the pot hadn't been served yet. It should have smelled savory and rich, but right now, the kitchen was filled with a sweet, romantic atmosphere.
What shines isn't necessarily a star; it could also be a third-wheel lightbulb.
At this moment, Jiang Yaoxue felt that her and Qin Yuyan's heads were two brightly shining lightbulbs.
She pulled Qin Yuyan's arm and walked toward the kitchen exit: "Yanyan, don't just stand here, let's go to the living room."
Qin Yuyan: "No, I want to stay in the kitchen with my sister-in-law."
Qin Yuhe actually laughed: "I've never seen a sister-in-law so clingy to her brother's wife."
Usually, you hear about the sister-in-law clinging to her brother, making the wife jealous.
Or: the brother and wife have a great relationship, and the sister-in-law gets jealous.
But with Qin Yuhe, his little sister was trying every possible way to steal his wife from him!
Qin Yuhe was truly baffled: "What can you even do if you steal your sister-in-law away?"
Qin Yuyan said: "Love her."
Qin Yuhe smiled slightly: "Every penny you spend right now is given to you by me. What are you going to use to love her? The money I give you?"
Qin Yuyan: "Why not? I'll live frugally, drink soup myself, and let my sister-in-law eat meat. That's how I'll love her."
Qin Yuhe: "Not only can I let your sister-in-law eat meat, I can also let her eat seafood."
Qin Yuyan: "So can I."
Qin Yuhe: "As soon as I stop giving you money, you won't be able to do anything."
This little brat was useless at everything except spending money. He really didn't know where she got the courage to try and steal his wife.
Qin Yuyan also started to think about it and asked, "Brother, what can you do by monopolizing my sister-in-law all the time?"
There were plenty of things Qin Yuhe could do.
None of which were things he could discuss with a child.
Jiang Yaoxue tugged at Qin Yuyan's arm and coaxed, "Yanyan, let's go to the living room and watch TV."
Qin Yuyan pouted: "What's so good about watching TV."
Jiang Yaoxue: "At this hour, the children's channel is broadcasting Nailong vs Baobaolong."
Qin Yuyan grinned broadly: "I want to watch, I want to watch."
She ran like the wind, disappearing in the blink of an eye to turn on the TV, switch to the children's channel, and watch Nailong vs Baobaolong with great relish.
Jiang Yaoxue sat on the sofa to watch with Qin Yuyan.
The kitchen became a private two-person space for just Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe.
Qin Yuhe took the spatula from Song Xinya's hand to serve the corn and chicken wing stew from the pot.
Song Xinya had seen the way he held a fountain pen to write. His well-structured, strong fingers gripped the pen; his strokes were vigorous, his handwriting bold, and every start and finish was crisp and clean.
Now, holding the spatula, those beautiful hands seemed to be tied to a heavy rock, his movements revealing a clumsy awkwardness.
Song Xinya: "Has President Qin never cooked before?"
Qin Yuhe: "Yes."
Song Xinya: "Is it also your first time serving food from a pot like this?"
Qin Yuhe: "Yes."
Song Xinya: "Do you know the difference between light soy sauce and dark soy sauce?"
Qin Yuhe: "I know how to eat it."
Who doesn't know how to eat light and dark soy sauce?
Song Xinya's lips curled into a smile. She thought to herself: not only could she eat it, but she could also tell the difference between light and dark soy sauce. Finally, she had beaten President Qin at something.
Qin Yuhe turned his head to look at her: "Your husband doesn't know how to cook and doesn't know the difference between light and dark soy sauce. Why are you smiling so happily?"
Song Xinya: "Even though President Qin doesn't know these things, President Qin knows how to make money."
He could make a lot, a lot of money.
Song Xinya: "I like rich men."
Qin Yuhe raised an eyebrow: "You're quite honest."
Song Xinya: "A man who can make a lot of money means he has a brilliant mind, extraordinary knowledge, superb strategy, decisive execution, strong stress resistance, and excellent resource integration skills. Such an outstanding man is naturally worth liking."
Qin Yuhe: "Nice flattery. When you return to work at the company, I'll consider giving you a promotion and a raise."
Song Xinya: "Thank you, President Qin. Because President Qin is here, tonight's dinner will definitely be even more delicious. Woohoo, President Qin is so handsome."
Qin Yuhe lightly spat out a phrase: "Smooth talker."
Song Xinya knew when to stop and didn't tease President Qin anymore.
Qin Yuhe served the corn and chicken wing stew from the pot, and Song Xinya deftly placed the pot into the sink.
Seeing this, a servant waiting in the corner of the living room tactfully ran into the kitchen: "Madam, I'll wash it."
The servant quickly washed the pot clean, placed it on the stove, and exited the kitchen.
On the cutting board were the ingredients Jiang Yaoxue had already prepared: giant river prawns with every single vein removed.
The next dish to be made was: Typhoon Shelter Fried Shrimp.
Qin Yuhe held his phone, earnestly watching a video tutorial on how to make Typhoon Shelter Fried Shrimp.
Step one: Pan-fry the shrimp. The heat can't be too high or too low; use medium heat until both sides are golden and crispy.
Step two: Stir-fry the Typhoon Shelter seasoning. Slowly fry two-thirds of the minced garlic over low heat until light golden to form "crispy golden garlic." Mix and fry the remaining one-third of raw garlic with diced onions and red bell peppers. The fragrance of the "golden garlic" and the spice of the "raw garlic" must be fried to create layered flavors.
Step three: Mix and stir-fry together.
Step four: Serve.
Song Xinya looked at Qin Yuhe's deeply serious expression and asked, "President Qin, how do you feel about it?"
Qin Yuhe: "It looks difficult, and in reality, it's not simple either."
Usually decisive and ruthless in the business world, a man whose word was law and who held the power of life and death over countless people, the dignified head of the Qin Group was now stumped by cooking.
Song Xinya gloated and laughed out loud three times.
Qin Yuhe looked up at her.
Song Xinya covered her mouth to hold back her mischievous smile.
Making a complex dish like Typhoon Shelter Fried Shrimp on his first time cooking was too much to ask of a kitchen newbie.
Song Xinya offered Qin Yuhe an idea: "President Qin, how about we make boiled shrimp? Just boil the shrimp and mix a dipping sauce."
"That does sound simpler," Qin Yuhe said, "but I still want to make Typhoon Shelter Fried Shrimp."
President Qin's competitive spirit had been roused.
Men, heh, just love to be competitive.
Especially a man like President Qin, who had never lost before.
Since he was willing to learn, Song Xinya was willing to teach.
She looked at his spotless white shirt, turned around, and grabbed an apron: "Wear this, so you don't get your clothes dirty."
She went to hang the apron in her hands over his neck. Qin Yuhe dodged backward slightly, his leaning neck pulling tight to reveal clean, smooth lines, as the slightly stiff fabric brushed against his Adam's apple.
His pale red lips said, "I'm not wearing it."
Song Xinya asked, "Why?"
Qin Yuhe looked at the apron in her hands: "It's pink. It's girly."
Ah, so it was because of the color.
Song Xinya: "Right, right, right, pink doesn't match President Qin's wildly arrogant, cool, and big-dick-energy aura."
Qin Yuhe: "What does 'big-dick-energy' mean?"
Song Xinya turned to get an apron of a different color and blurted out, "It means your dick is very impressive."
Qin Yuhe asked, "What do you think of mine?"
Song Xinya's hand holding the apron gave a violent shake, nearly dropping it.
They were just cooking, and suddenly the tone had gone completely into the gutter.
Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, playing deaf was the best one here.
Song Xinya acted as if she hadn't heard anything and hung the pink apron back on the rack.
She stood on her tiptoes, stretching her arms upward. Her delicate back was perfectly straight, tracing a smooth curve down to her waist, which then swelled into another graceful arc at her hips. Beneath her skirt, her legs were slender and straight.
The man pressed his body against hers from behind, molding himself tightly to her full, alluring curves.
He lowered his head to breathe in her sweet fragrance, his warm lips lingering on her fair neck. His breathing grew heavy as he murmured, "Mrs. Qin, is your husband amazing?"
