The female star is obedient and domineering, and she has a crush on me

Ziyi said yes and was about to say how unreliable Shu Baiqi's company was, but Shu Baizhu spoke again, "I didn't agree to terminate the contract."

"Why?" Ziyi couldn't understand, "You know his company..."

"I don't know, Ziyi, and I don't want to know, but please don't get involved in my family's affairs, okay?"

Shu Baizhu seemed extremely tired, her face full of fatigue after running around. She rubbed her brows and said, "Whether it's my brother, my younger brother, or any of them who calls you, don't answer the phone. You can block them. Just stay out of it. Take it as a plea from you."

"Have you finished filming?" Ziyi did not respond to that question, but changed the subject, walked over in slippers, and helped Shu Baizhu massage his head.

"No, I asked for leave from the director and I have to go back soon." Shu Baizhu had hardly slept for two days and originally wanted to rest, but a call from home forced her to pull herself away despite the pressure.

The first thing she did when she got back was go to the emergency room, thinking her mother had been in a car accident, but it turned out not to be the case.

The whole family was waiting for her at home, telling her how arrogant Ziyi was and how she forced Shu Baiqi to terminate the contract with her, and how she wanted to use tough measures to cut off Shu Baizhu's connection with the family.

The fingers that were pressing paused, "Then you come over here..."

"I came here to tell you not to get involved in the Shu family's affairs. Ziyi, I can handle it."

Before Ziyi could say anything, the assistant sent a message that the car was waiting downstairs.

Shu Baizhu stood up and was about to leave. When she reached the door, she turned around and looked at Ziyi, who was smiling at her, as if she remembered something. "Ziyi, I will finish filming in two months. I have a week's rest. Before...didn't you say you wanted to go abroad?"

Ziyi thought to herself that she was really easy to coax. With just a few words from Shu Baizhu, the grievances and discomfort that were rising in her heart were soothed.

She excitedly made a full travel guide, booked her flight tickets and booked a hotel, but it was not until the day of departure that Shu Baizhu told her apologetically that he had to shoot a commercial at the last minute.

After the advertisement is shot, there is the magazine, and after the magazine, there is the interview.

Ziyi's carefully prepared trip fell through.

When she opened her eyes, she still felt an unspeakable grievance in her heart, with tears still hanging in the corners of her eyes, but she heard someone ask her gently: "Did you have a nightmare?"

"No." Ziyi replied subconsciously in a hoarse voice.

For a moment, she couldn't tell the difference between the present and the past, or between this life and the previous one.

Qin Yuhuan's concerned look made her heart ache.

As she propped herself up, tears began to fall without warning.

Qin Yuhuan ran to the kitchen to turn off the fire, then ran to Ziyi's side, patting her back from time to time, "Why are you still crying?"

"Qin Yuhuan." Ziyi sniffed, her eyes still red, "It's you."

It turns out she really started over.

Those suppressed grievances and the past of forcing oneself to be relaxed and happy have disappeared.

She and Shu Baizhu became two lines that were drifting further and further apart.

"It's me," Qin Yuhuan hugged Ziyi, thinking she was scared by a ghost and cried, so he comforted her softly, "It's not a ghost, there is no ghost."

"If you become famous, will you stand me up?" Ziyi suddenly asked a seemingly nonsensical question, "Well... I won't either..."

"I'll try my best, Ziyi." Qin Yuhuan interrupted Ziyi's mumbling, "I'll try my best not to let Xiaozi down."

"Shouldn't we make a firm promise at this time?" Ziyi sniffed and leaned against Qin Yuhuan's shoulder, with Zhang Yang's eyebrows drooping, looking extremely well-behaved and soft, "How come Xiao Qin can't even coax people."

"I haven't been famous yet, Ziyi. I can't guarantee something that I'm not sure of." Qin Yuhuan was still methodical and organized. "If you don't agree, Xiaozi will only be angry. If you agree but can't do it, Xiaozi will be twice as angry."

Ziyi was just about to say that Qin Yuhuan was the best at sticking to principles, when she felt a whiff of...

"Sister, your rice seems to be burnt. It smells so burnt?"

Qin Yuhuan, who had not yet had time to clean up the burnt rice:...

"The food downstairs was burnt, Xiaozi, my meal is fine." She stood up silently, stuffed the tissue into Ziyi's arms, and prepared to destroy the evidence.

As a result, the sleepy Ziyi even managed to squeeze into the kitchen in a daze, and uttered a light and very sarcastic sound: "Oh~~ The food downstairs is burnt."

Qin Yuhuan: ...

Ziyi reached out to move the rice, then raised her wrist to check the time. "I remember the clay pot rice was almost done in ten minutes, but Sister Xiao Qin seemed to have cooked it for an hour?"

Qin Yuhuan: ...

Ziyi found some fun and scooped a small spoonful of rice into her mouth. "It tastes good. The salt seller survived this time and was not beaten to death by Sister Qin."

Qin Yuhuan couldn't help but move over and scooped a spoonful. "I used a gram scale to measure it accurately. The rice is mushy... The video didn't say how long to cook the rice. It seems that the electric pressure cooker at home takes 40 minutes to cook rice."

Then she thought it would take longer to cook rice in a regular pot…

As for the burnt smell, clay pot rice is supposed to have some rice crust, and Qin Yuhuan ignored the burnt smell.

"I'll order takeout." Qin Yuhuan said as he was about to get his phone, "This mushy rice is not good."

"No, it's okay. It's edible. I see you put a lot of ingredients in it. Don't waste it."

Ziyi said as she went to get the heat-insulating gloves and was about to carry the pot. Qin Yuhuan saw this and immediately turned around to look for the heat-insulating pad.

A small casserole for two people contained two small bowls of rice, and the various ingredients such as fresh shrimp, mushrooms, green beans, and sausage took up half a bowl.

When Ziyi turned over the last layer of rice crust, Qin Yuhuan said: …

Ziyi even smiled and said, "The rice crust is even blacker than the bottom of the pot."

Qin Yuhuan: ...

"You're laughing at me."

She lowered her head and took a bite of her meal.

"No, I just think Sister Qin is pretty amazing. Normal people can't be burned so black."

Qin Yuhuan: ...

Fortunately, the rice tasted good, and the burnt bottom did not affect the top. After the meal, Ziyi took the initiative to wash the pot, while Qin Yuhuan took the chopping board and slowly cut the fruit on the table.

Although she may not be able to cook, she is confident in making various fruit teas.

Halfway through cutting, she seemed to be unable to believe that her clay pot rice, which was so delicate and precise, had failed for such an outrageous reason. "I have learned my lesson this time, and I will succeed next time."

"Good, you have ambition. I see the dawn of your success."

Ziyi put the pots and bowls one by one on the drain rack and wiped her hands with paper. However, Qin Yuhuan stuffed a slice of orange into her mouth. "Xiaozi, please don't talk for now. I have a knife in my hand and I am a dangerous person."

Posture:?

Qin Yuhuan continued to cut the fruit rigorously.

Ziyi was so sour that she couldn't open her eyes. "Oh my god, the oranges are too sour, sister."

"I bought some sour oranges specially for making delicious tea." Qin Yuhuan curled her eyes proudly, "Are you feeling better?"

Ziyi hummed, "When did I become in a bad mood?"

Qin Yuhuan lowered her head and began to put the cut fruits into the health pot: "Just now, when you woke up, your tears looked like they were about to break."

Ziyi couldn't help but joked, "You seem very curious whether I'm afraid of ghosts and will cry."