Li Jiayi had a beard on.
The pretty boy with a beard made Chu Ning's jaw drop.
But, for the tough guy image...
Without a beard, he didn't feel tough enough.
Li Jiayi's makeup was also decent; his originally fair skin was now made a bit darker and rougher.
Tsk, tsk!
It seemed these guys had really gone all out.
"Hi, cooking?"
Li Jiayi walked into the living room and greeted Chu Ning.
Oh no!
It was fine if he didn't speak, but once he did, the act fell apart.
Li Jiayi's way of speaking wasn't manly enough; it was almost like the legendary boy band.
It was too much.
Chu Ning blinked, then suddenly waved at him, "Li Jiayi, lend me a hand. Oh, this pickled cucumber jar is so hard to open. I don't have the strength."
"Let me see."
Li Jiayi strode over.
Chu Ning casually handed him a glass jar.
It was a jar of pickled cucumber sticks.
As she handed it over, the corners of her mouth curled slightly, and her eyes were full of mischief, clearly with ill intentions.
Li Jiayi walked over, took the glass jar, and immediately tried to twist it open with force.
It didn't open.
"Huh?"
Li Jiayi let out a soft 'huh,' then twisted it again with more force.
It still didn't budge.
"Put some more effort into it."
Chu Ning deliberately encouraged him.
Li Jiayi took a deep breath, placed the jar on his thigh, and strained with both arms.
"Hmm..."
It still didn't open.
His face turned red from the effort.
Li Jiayi muttered, "How is this twisted? So tight?"
"Can't do it?"
Chu Ning looked at him with a half-smile.
Just then, someone else pushed the door open.
Little A Yi was back.
The two quickly turned their heads to look.
When they saw Little A Yi's appearance, they immediately turned to stone again.
Another one demonized.
Little A Yi had changed out of her beautiful ethnic attire, wearing only ordinary jeans, a baseball cap, and sleeves rolled up to her elbows.
Her forearms actually...
Had temporary full-sleeve tattoos.
When she came in, she was still chewing on a toothpick.
So, was this a tomboy?
After Little A Yi entered, seeing Chu Ning and Li Jiayi in the kitchen, she casually asked, "Are you two cooking?"
"Oh, A Yi, come here."
Chu Ning's eyes lit up, and she quickly waved at her, "Help me out."
"Coming."
Little A Yi came over in a rush.
Her walk was both cute and fierce.
"What's up?"
When she got closer, Little A Yi asked casually.
"Help me open a pickle jar."
Chu Ning smiled, pointing to the jar in Li Jiayi's hand.
"Let me see."
Little A Yi casually took the jar, examined it for a moment, then walked to the side of the stove, picked up a pair of scissors, and pried at the edge of the lid.
The seal broke, and the lid bulged.
Then, Little A Yi turned around, easily twisted it, and the lid came right off.
"Here."
She handed the jar to Chu Ning, then turned and leisurely walked away.
Li Jiayi: "..."
Dumbfounded.
How did she do that?
Was Little A Yi that strong?
He actually couldn't compare to Little A Yi?
So, she was a true tomboy, and he was a fake tough guy, right?
Li Jiayi's face turned even redder.
Chu Ning didn't expose him, just patted Li Jiayi's shoulder with a mischievous, dark smile, then turned back to continue making her bento box.
In the live broadcast room.
"Damn, this part is a classic."
"Can I say our darling Chu Ning is getting more and more cunning and cute?"
"Holy cow, is this what celebrities are like? Does Li Jiayi not even know that canned food needs to be pried open a bit to let air in when first opened? Doesn't he know canned food is vacuum-sealed?"
"No need to be surprised, right? That's just how celebrities are."
"Hahahahahahaha, darling Chu Ning's smile when she turned around at the end was so mischievous. I love it, absolutely adore it."
"I feel like Little A Yi's act fell apart."
"Agree with the upstairs. Her appearance isn't just tomboyish, it's more like a female hooligan. Why the full-sleeve tattoo? Tomboyishness doesn't need to be so external."
"Maybe it was Boss Yang's suggestion."
"LOL!"
...
In the kitchen.
The cunning Chu Ning kept Li Jiayi there.
To help.
Li Jiayi, who still hadn't figured out why he lost to Little A Yi in strength, was quite depressed and unhappily helped out on the side.
His tough guy image was completely gone.
Twenty minutes later.
Han Tao and Erma returned.
The two came in together.
One after the other.
After Erma entered the house, she didn't even greet them and went straight upstairs.
Han Tao, behind her, said with a grinning smile, "Erma, I'll call you when dinner's ready."
Erma: "Don't bother me."
Han Tao's smile became even more fawning: "Alrighty."
Then he stood in the living room, watching the cool and heroic Erma, dressed in a red trench coat, disappear upstairs.
In the kitchen.
Chu Ning and Li Jiayi exchanged glances.
Tsk, tsk!
This acting was good.
He was truly a simp.
Just then, Han Tao finally turned and came to the kitchen, holding out a large bouquet of roses: "Pretty, aren't they? 99 red roses. I bought them for Erma."
Chu Ning smiled: "They're beautiful."
Li Jiayi, on the side, curiously pointed at the mud on the outer wrapping: "Where did you buy these flowers? Didn't you see all this mud?"
"Oh, this."
Han Tao turned and placed the flowers on the dining table, casually saying, "These aren't from a flower shop. I sent them to Erma, and she threw them by the roadside, so they probably got mud from the gutter."
"What?"
Li Jiayi's eyes widened instantly.
Han Tao continued to prattle on: "Erma is always so individualistic, testing me in this way. Can I be intimidated? I must pick them up; I know Erma actually likes roses."
Li Jiayi: "..."
Holy cow!
Look at his performance; he really seemed like a simp.
He had stooped to this level?
Suddenly, Chu Ning shrieked: "Han Tao!"
Han Tao, who was arranging the roses, flinched and turned around, startled, saying, "What's wrong? Why are you so jumpy?"
"Get those rotten flowers away from me."
Chu Ning glared, holding a spatula, looking ready to fight: "Aren't you disgusting? Aren't you filthy? You threw them in a gutter and you dare to put them on the dining table."
"What's wrong? We can just wipe it later," Han Tao said indifferently.
"Get them away."
Chu Ning shrieked, coming over with the spatula: "Get them out of here immediately. If you make the dining table smell bad, will my Chen Feng still eat when he comes down?"
"..."
Han Tao looked peculiar.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and take them away. It's disgusting. I'm making delicious food for Chen Feng, and you have no consideration."
"Hey, hey? Don't throw them away. These are for Erma. If you throw them away, Erma will be upset with me."
"I don't care about you. Whoever dares to affect my Chen Feng's appetite, I'll fight them to the death."
"Hey? Chu Ning, I'm warning you, even if you're a girl. If you dare to touch the roses I bought for Erma, don't say I didn't give you face."
"Oh, you little punk, try touching me."
"Put down the flowers."
"Hit me then."
"I... Erma doesn't like me being violent, so I'll tolerate you."
"Hmph, you're defying me."
"You... what are you looking at?"
"What's wrong with me looking at you?"
"Try looking again?"
"I'll try if I try."
...
On the side.
Li Jiayi was completely petrified.