”You’re treating us, but want me to cook?”
”I can cook too, but I only know how to fry eggs,” the shameless guy shrugged, “Want some?”
”Oh God!” she slapped her forehead, feeling like she’d escaped one danger only to enter another.
Watching this “fox spirit” who caused trouble for his brother finally face some consequences and be forced to the kitchen, Pei Jiale secretly gloated. He turned on the stereo, letting his favorite symphony burst forth. How could such a joyful moment lack musical accompaniment?
Unexpectedly, the woman returned, heard the music, and rushed out of the kitchen holding a knife.
”Turn it off!” she pointed at the stereo, her face turning pale.
”What’s wrong? I thought I’d play some music to help you relax while cooking,” he said insincere.
”I’m telling you to turn it off, got it!”
She seemed truly angry, throwing the knife into the wooden floor, startling Pei Jiale.
”Brother, my sister hates symphonies. You should turn it off, or she might kill someone,” Xiao Tong remained calm, seemingly used to such extreme behavior, playing video games and speaking leisurely.
”Isn’t symphony music good?” Pei Jiale, still in shock, swallowed and asked softly.
”Sister used to think symphonies were nice, but now finds them unbearable.”
”Why?” he was surprised.
”Because Jiade-ge loved symphonies. Now she hates everything he liked.”
Big brother? He hadn’t thought that his big brother loved symphonies so much… Her reaction must be out of hatred by association.
”Xiao Tong, don’t talk nonsense,” Qiu Yuting, after a long silence, took a deep breath, seemingly calmed, “Listen to whatever you want. I don’t mind.”
Saying this, she quickly turned and entered the kitchen, as if escaping something.
Pei Jiale, looking at her thin back, suddenly felt a bit sympathetic and gently paused the music, following her.
He noticed her shoulders slightly trembling, large teardrops silently flowing down her cheeks, her lips tightly bitten, seemingly trying not to sob.
He’d seen women cry before, but her tears seemed especially crystal-clear, wetting her butterfly-like eyelashes, flowing down her jade-like skin, making her appear particularly touching.
The moment she was wiping tears, she caught sight of him.
”Wow, is this onion really spicy?” with nowhere to retreat, he joked, “Enough to make you cry!”
She didn’t respond, just lowered her head and continued cutting.
