1979: My fiancée is a goddess

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

"Clap clap clap..."

"Buzzing..."

Seven o'clock in the evening.

At this time, most people in China would probably be in bed or watching TV in the living room.

But in Tokyo, the dazzling, hedonistic nightlife hadn't even begun.

Cheng Kaiyan held a glass of orange juice that was clearly not freshly squeezed in her hand. She leaned back on the sofa, legs crossed, enjoying the sweet and sour juice while aimlessly looking around the living room.

The sounds of rain pattering outside the window, Ayana Uesugi showering in the bathroom, and Ruixue Zhao cooking in the kitchen blended together in the spacious living room, creating an exceptionally tranquil atmosphere.

"Gulu..."

After finishing her juice in one gulp, Cheng Kaiyan stood up, supporting herself on her knees, and walked towards the kitchen.

In the cramped kitchen.

A girl with a ponytail, wearing a light gray fitted t-shirt and black jeans, had a white apron with lace trim tied around her waist. She looked intently and somewhat nervously at the round iron pot in her hand, which was much smaller and more compact than a Chinese iron wok.

With her other hand, she used chopsticks, which were much longer than those used at home, to turn over pieces of shrimp balls coated in breadcrumbs in the oil. The red shrimp tails turned a vibrant red after being fried in the oil.

To be honest, Zhao Ruixue isn't really good at cooking; she learned it all from her time as an educated youth in the countryside.

But since the purpose at that time was just to fill their stomachs, they simply cooked a meal and ate it has nothing to do with cooking skills.

After returning to the city, she went to university and had no more opportunity to hone her cooking skills.

However, she does have a way out now.

For example, what's being fried in the pot is clearly semi-finished tempura sold in supermarkets, and there's also a semi-finished pork cutlet placed next to it...

"I wonder if he'll be able to eat all this fried food... How about I stir-fry some green peppers and shredded pork, and make some tomato and egg soup later?"

Zhao Ruixue stared at the golden-brown fried shrimp balls in the pot, her heart pounding with anticipation.

Cheng Kaiyan was notorious for being a picky eater when he was a child. He wouldn't eat this or that, such as fatty meat, garlic, ginger, green onions, and a whole bunch of other things.

Back then, Aunt Xiu would often chase after him with a bowl of rice. When there was really no other way, Cheng Kaiyan would come to her and pick out the food he didn't want to eat and put it in her bowl for her to eat.

Therefore, Zhao Ruixue often ate until her face was rosy and her belly was protruding.

He won't eat it if it tastes bad.

The girl was lost in thought, reminiscing about her childhood.

"It's alright. I've eaten quite a lot lately, so I can just make something simple... Tomato and egg soup would be good."

Just then, Cheng Kaiyan's voice suddenly came from behind, startling Zhao Ruixue so much that the chopsticks in her hand fell into the oil pot with a clatter, quickly sizzling and popping.

Why do you walk so quietly?

While asking the question in a flustered manner, Zhao Ruixue subconsciously reached out to retrieve the chopsticks from the oil pan.

Cheng Kaiyan was startled upon seeing this and quickly stepped forward to grab Zhao Ruixue's reckless hand, scolding, "What are you doing? Don't you want your hand?"

"Huh? Whew... I was too fast."

Zhao Ruixue looked at the slender, fair wrist that Cheng Kaiyan was holding in her hand, and then at the wooden chopsticks sizzling in the pot. She was both surprised and flustered.

She quickly stamped her smooth, snow-white feet, which were only wearing a pair of pink slippers, and retorted, refusing to admit it at all, "It's all because of you! You walk without making a sound, and you startled me!"

"It's my fault, it's my fault. Be careful, just use chopsticks to pick it up."

Cheng Kaiyan released her grip with relief; Ruixue wasn't that impulsive.

"Get out, get out, I can cook."

Zhao Ruixue then came to her senses and realized that her behavior just now was not at all like that of a skilled cook, and she felt embarrassed and annoyed.

"How about I help you out? How about I chop some vegetables?"

Cheng Kaiyan found it amusing, but to avoid getting an upset stomach later, she felt it was necessary and her duty to keep an eye on Zhao Ruixue. "Well, that's fine then."

Zhao Ruixue hesitated for a moment, after all, with Cheng Kaiyan's help, it wouldn't count as her cooking. After thinking about it, she reluctantly agreed, secretly drawing circles on her feet, and said sullenly, "If it doesn't taste good, it's your fault."

"Huh?...So willful?"

"It's decided anyway."

……

Cheng Kaiyan helped Zhao Ruixue by chopping green peppers, shredding meat, and tomatoes, and cracking eggs, making Zhao Ruixue extremely satisfied with the service.

At 7:30, the food was ready.

The two carried their food and bowls to the dining table opposite the kitchen. Steam rose from the colorful, fragrant, and delicious dishes, creating a hazy glow under the lamplight.

It looks very appetizing, but we don't know how it tastes yet.

"Dinner's ready, Ayana!"

Zhao Ruixue called out to Uesugi Ayana, who was sitting on the sofa drying her hair and wearing a thin white tank top.

The three of them sat down.

Cheng Kaiyan sat opposite Zhao Ruixue. He picked up his chopsticks and first put a piece of green pepper and shredded pork into his mouth. It was neither too salty nor too bland, and the spiciness was just right. He then shoveled a mouthful of rice into his mouth.

Before Cheng Kaiyan could even swallow, Zhao Ruixue looked over with a rare mix of anticipation and nervousness, but she remained silent, simply gazing at him with eyes brimming with tears.

"Not bad, it goes well with rice."

Cheng Kaiyan chuckled softly and praised.

"call……"

Zhao Ruixue breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't mind, that was fine. She then pointed to the other three dishes and urged with a smile, "Try these quickly."

Before Cheng Kaiyan could even pick up any food, she had already placed two pieces of tempura on Cheng Kaiyan's plate, a dish she was most familiar with.

"Click..."

Cheng Kaiyan took a bite, and found it crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The aroma of the breadcrumbs, the caramelized shrimp meat, and a touch of chili flavor blended together, making him eat it in one bite, and then he ate another one.

Most importantly, it doesn't feel dry or greasy, probably because the chili peppers stimulate saliva production.

"This should be the best-tasting one, no worse than what I ate at the mansion."

Cheng Kaiyan commented with a hint of surprise.

To be honest, he initially thought it was going to be very unpalatable, and that he should fully demonstrate his spirit of saving food by eating it all.

"hehe."

Zhao Ruixue could naturally see the surprise on Cheng Kaiyan's face. After comparing the dishes, she also realized that the quality of the first dish was questionable.

Overall, though, I was in a pretty good mood.

As for who has better cooking skills between her and Liu Xiaoli, Zhao Ruixue didn't want to embarrass Cheng Kaiyan by questioning her at this time.

This question is no longer necessary. As long as he genuinely likes the food he makes, that's enough.

"Try this one too, a vegetable and fruit salad, it's refreshing and helps cut through the richness."

Next, Zhao Ruixue served Cheng Kaiyan several other dishes, but she didn't eat any herself. Every now and then, she would put some food on his plate, hand him a napkin, or refill his orange juice.

She simply rested her two bare arms, as white as snow, on the table, her rosy hands supporting her cheeks, and watched Cheng Kaiyan eat intently.

Her willow-leaf eyebrows revealed joy and warmth, as well as a deep and tender affection.

It looks just like a traditional Japanese family, where a wife serves her beloved husband meals while taking care of him and raising their children.

One provided natural and meticulous care, while the other enjoyed the meal to the fullest...

Watching this, Uesugi Ayana wished she could disappear into a corner, not daring to utter a sound. She didn't dare feel jealous or resentful that Zhao Ruixue was serving food to Cheng Kaiyan but not to her, lest she disturb the tender moment between these childhood sweethearts. (End of Chapter)