She is deeply trapped in the Shura field, and the love-brained boss is mad

After tying the apron string, Song Zhisheng immediately distanced himself from the boss, always maintaining the proper distance when interacting with him.

She had no idea how important this meal was to Xiao Zhi in order to get closer to her, so she turned around and went to the chopping board to prepare the food.

Fu Linxing, who was standing aside with nothing to do, didn't know why, but he always had a very strange feeling in his heart.

It felt like there was a blockage in my chest, making me feel uncomfortable and confused.

He frowned unconsciously and glanced at Xiao Zhi who was busy preparing the ingredients.

In fact, putting aside the dating variety show, he and Xiao Zhi have a good relationship in private and can be considered to get along well. They have only been in less contact since he entered the entertainment industry because he was too busy.

The task was assigned and completed on the first day, and the two have not had a good chat until now.

Logically speaking, it is normal for good brothers to be happy when they meet.

But the strange thing is that since Fu Linxing assigned the tasks today, he has always looked at Xiao Zhi with some displeasure.

This inexplicable emotion made him feel irritated.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he couldn't catch it even if he tried.

Fu Linxing sighed inwardly and felt that he was probably too disgusted by Jiang Miaotong, which was why he disliked everyone so much.

Turning his gaze elsewhere, he suddenly saw Song Zhisheng.

Song Zhisheng held the potatoes in his hand and used the kitchen knife in his right hand to cut them into roughly diced pieces. His movements were smooth and continuous, and it was obvious that he cooked a lot.

Song Zhisheng put the cut potatoes into a bowl and turned to hand it to Xiao Zhi who was waiting.

The movements between the two of them were indescribably natural.

Fu Linxing suddenly felt that this scene was indescribably glaring. If he had to say the reason, he could only say that it seemed as if he could not fit into the small group in front of him.

After processing the potatoes, Song Zhisheng took out a carrot and started cutting it into dice again.

She is actually a very serious person. When she focuses on the things at hand, she rarely pays attention to other situations.

Not to mention the glances Fu Linxing cast at her from time to time, she didn't even notice the gaze from Meng Changyao, who was closest to her.

It was only after she cut the carrots and handed them to Xiao Zhi and turned around that she finally noticed Meng Changyao's gaze.

She looked over and saw that the other person couldn't help laughing, with a questioning look in his eyes.

Song Zhisheng was really confused and didn't know why Changyao was looking at her and smiling like that.

Seeing that she didn't understand anything, hadn't gotten any clues and seemed completely out of the loop, Meng Changyao lowered his eyes slightly and smiled again.

Someone who is so attentive and never fails to speak correctly actually didn't notice the male guest next to her was eager to make a move. The contrast is too great, and she looked stunned.

Meng Changyao and Xiao Zhi were old acquaintances. Of course, she knew that he was a good cook, and she also clearly saw Xiao Zhi's little thoughts just now.

Some people who cook often don’t like to wear aprons, while others are used to wearing aprons.

The former might wear it when necessary to ask others for help, but someone like Xiao Zhi who puts on an apron as soon as possible during the preparation stage is definitely the latter.

Meng Changyao had never seen anyone of the latter type who couldn't tie a belt.

Only someone like Song Zhisheng, who obviously doesn't like wearing aprons, understands this little thought.

Xiao Zhi had a clear goal and was obviously very fond of Song Zhisheng. In addition, the guy with a defiant expression and slightly unhappy eyes probably also had some feelings for Song Zhisheng.

There are wolves in front and tigers behind. You can tell that things will be very lively next.

The smile in Meng Changyao's eyes became more intense, and the corners of her mouth curved up. She just hoped that Song Zhisheng could come to his senses sooner.

Seeing that she finished laughing and then lowered her head to continue preparing the dishes without any intention of explaining, Song Zhisheng became more and more confused.

Why did Changyao's eyes at this moment give her a strange feeling?

She came back to her senses and continued preparing the food, quickly chopping the green onions in her hand, but she couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she tried.

Just as I was thinking, a low voice suddenly came from my ear:

"Song Zhisheng, I see you're pretty good at cutting vegetables. Can I try too?"

Song Zhisheng turned her head to look in the direction of the voice and found that Fu Linxing had walked up to her side without her knowing.

He lowered his eyes slightly and watched her cutting vegetables on the chopping board. His sharp eyebrows lost some of their hostility, and his eyes were focused.

Song Zhisheng was surprised at first, but then he thought it was normal.

There is a lot of cooking time in dating variety shows, and it is impossible to let those who can cook do it all the time.

It’s actually a good thing that Fu Linxing wants to start learning.

"sure."

Song Zhisheng smiled, put down the kitchen knife, and moved slightly to the left to make room for him.

She had almost finished preparing the dishes and there were almost no ingredients left to process.

Song Zhisheng glanced at the remaining dishes, took out a lotus root and put it directly on the chopping board.

"Just use this to practice."

Lotus root slices are usually cut very thinly, but Fu Linxing had never even touched a kitchen knife before, so he definitely couldn't cut it very well.

But it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if it’s cut too thick or doesn’t look good, you can still eat it anyway.

Fu Linxing nodded silently, pressed the lotus root with his left hand, and gestured with the kitchen knife.

His eyes were still focused and serious, but his hesitation in cutting revealed a bit of confusion.

Seeing him at a loss as to where to start, Song Zhisheng tried to hold back his laughter but didn't dare show it on his face.

She pointed and taught him in a very calm tone:

"Start at the beginning and take your time. It doesn't matter if it's thin or thick. Just be careful not to hurt yourself."

No matter how much he practiced or taught, Song Zhisheng was actually still very afraid that the young master would accidentally hurt himself.

She didn't want to be scolded after the show was broadcast, saying that she didn't teach well enough and that was why she got hurt.

Fu Linxing hummed softly, put the kitchen knife down steadily, and slowly made the first cut.

In fact, his mind was a little confused now. He clearly heard what Song Zhisheng said, but his brain was very slow and he felt confused and couldn't find his state.

He didn't even understand why he was learning these things.

There is a nanny and a cook at home, and even if you run away, there is always takeout.

He made excuses saying that it would be bad to do it, but in fact, is he really the kind of person who cares about what others think?

Fu Linxing asked himself, trying to figure out what he was thinking, but the more he thought about it, the more upset he became.

The indescribable emotion was running rampant in his chest, but he couldn't find an outlet, which made him feel suffocated.

Before he knew it, the kitchen knife in his hand had already cut several times, and Song Zhisheng's voice suddenly rang out.

"It's a pretty good cut."

Fu Linxing's messy thoughts suddenly dissipated. He caught a glimpse of Song Zhisheng's bright eyes out of the corner of his eye, and the tips of his ears slowly turned red because of the compliment.

He deliberately ignored his slightly erratic heartbeat, his upturned eyes revealed a hint of pride, and his tone became complacent.

"Of course I am very teachable."