Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Bian Yuan was shocked.

He stared at Zhou Rang with wide eyes, and after a long while, he pointed at him and said angrily, "How old are you, brother? You even have to compare this?"

"I'm just teaching you to face reality." Zhou Rang pulled down his trouser leg, stood up, and looked down at him with the air of a victor. "A person should know their own limitations."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, head held high, and swaggered out.

Bian Yuan stared at his back, thinking that if he had a tail, it would be wagging its tail right now.

He grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at Zhou Rang's back: "How childish of you!!!"

Yan Zhen got some herbs from the doctor and drove Zhou Rang home in his electric sidecar motorcycle.

Back home, while Yan Zhen was pounding some herbs, she found Zhou Rang, who should have been resting, busy cooking in the kitchen. She immediately stopped him, saying, "I just called the landlord. We'll be eating at his place for a while. Don't cook. Getting better is the priority."

"It's alright. Cooking isn't like fighting a war. It won't interfere with my recovery," Zhou Rang said without turning his head.

"But……"

“I know what I’m doing and I won’t take my health for granted,” Zhou Rang said, handing over a prepared list. “Once the rain stops, go to the convenience store and buy these things; I need them.”

Yan Zhen took the list and saw that it contained eggs, flour, and yeast. At the end of the list, Uncle Hui was asked to bring back cream and butter when he went to the city.

Do you want to make a cake?

"Ah."

Yan Zhen assumed that he had been on the island for too long and wanted to eat desserts to change his taste, so he didn't think much of it and took the list to the convenience store.

The weather cleared up the next day.

Yan Zhen heard the sounds of cooking coming from the kitchen early in the morning.

She washed her face and came out to find that the breakfast on the table was much more elaborate than usual. There was a fragrant and sticky congee with preserved egg and lean pork, accompanied by four refreshing side dishes. The garlic and oyster sauce lettuce on the side was plated.

The dishes are simple, but it's easy to see that the cook put a lot of thought into them.

Is today a special day?

Yan Zhen was puzzled when Zhou Rang came out of the kitchen carrying several fried eggs, which he had even shaped into hearts using a mold...

Yan Zhen: "..."

So Zhou Rang was trying to curry favor with her here?

"You're up. Did you sleep well last night?" Zhou Rang asked.

He placed the fried egg on the table, looking completely at ease, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"It's fine. Does your leg still hurt?"

"Much better," Zhou Rang said to her. "Have breakfast."

After breakfast, Yan Zhen went upstairs to work.

A short while later, the sound of an egg beater running could be heard downstairs.

After about half an hour, the faint aroma of cake base wafted over.

Another hour later, Zhou Rang brought up a small cake.

He placed the cake in front of her: "Try it."

The cake was exquisitely designed and visually appealing. Yan Zhen was somewhat surprised: "You have this skill too?"

Zhou Rang said, "I know a lot of things, and I'll show you them slowly in the future."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhen turned his head and looked Zhou Rang up and down.

Normally, upon hearing such praise from her, Zhou Rang would either offer a few words of self-deprecation or simply smile and remain silent.

But today he not only admitted it directly, but even started promoting himself.

For some reason, Yan Zhen felt as if Zhou Rang had become a male peacock, displaying his beautiful tail feathers to her.

Most importantly, Zhou Rang met her probing gaze without flinching or avoiding it, allowing her to scrutinize him openly.

Yan Zhen looked away, picked up a small fork, and took a bite of the cake.

The cake is soft and moist, the cream is fragrant but not greasy, the fruit filling is fresh and sweet, and with its beautiful appearance, it's a delicious treat that deserves a 90 out of 100.

Meeting Zhou Rang's expectant gaze, Yan Zhen gave his evaluation: "It's delicious."

“I know quite a few baking skills, but the ingredients are limited on the island, so I can only make the simplest fruit cake for now. I’ll make you other kinds after we leave the island, whatever you want to eat.” Zhou Rang looked directly into her eyes. “If you don’t know how to make it, I’ll learn.”

Yan Zhen: "..."

Having achieved his goal of ingratiating himself, Zhou Rang stood up and asked before Yan Zhen could offer his opinion, "Is there anything you'd like to eat for dinner? Or should I just make something simple?"

"Just make something simple."

"it is good."

When Yan Zhen finished his workday and went downstairs for dinner, he was shocked by the eight dishes and one soup on the table.

Not only is the meal a balanced mix of meat and vegetables, but it also includes cold dishes and desserts to cleanse the palate.

"Is this what you mean by 'just do something casually'?" Yan Zhen suspected he was showing off.

Zhou Rang made no attempt to be modest, wiping the chopsticks dry and placing them in front of her: "Try it."

After the meal, Yan Zhen thought that Zhou Rang had her completely under his thumb when it came to eating.

He was deliberately trying to please her, and having figured out her preferences thoroughly these past few days, the dishes on this table were made according to her tastes. In addition, his cooking skills were quite good. With these several buffs combined, she felt that if her willpower were a little weak, she might have taken the initiative to throw herself into his arms.

After dinner, Zhou Rang got up to clear the dishes, but Yan Zhen called out to him, "Brother Zhou."

"Ok?"

"let's talk."

Seeing Yan Zhen adopt such a serious demeanor, Zhou Rang couldn't help but take it seriously as well: "Go on, tell me."

Yan Zhen carefully considered his words before speaking: "I know what you mean, but my decision will not change, so you don't need to do these things for me. I will not waver."

"Are you trying to persuade me not to do something pointless?" Zhou Rang asked.

Yan Zhen nodded.

"You're enjoying it, aren't you?"

Yan Zhen paused slightly.

Yes, she falls for that.

“Then it’s not a waste of time,” Zhou Rang said. “I like you. It’s instinctive to show my strengths in front of someone I like. As for whether you will like me back because of that, I won’t force it.”

You don't need to feel guilty. If you fall for me because of this, I'll be very happy. If I can't win you over, at least I won't have any regrets. You can just relax and enjoy it.

Yan Zhen frowned slightly: "Don't you think it's a bit too obvious to deliberately unleash your charm in order to find a partner?"

Many men are one way before marriage and another way after marriage.

She's seen plenty of men who use children to tie women down, believing they can't escape, only to have their true colors revealed.

“I admit I have ulterior motives. I’m assuring you now that I won’t change in the future, but that’s just empty talk, and you won’t believe me anyway,” Zhou Rang said. “But there are some things you can do without, but I can’t live without.”

He pointed to the empty plates on the table: "For example, cooking. If you like to eat it, I will cook it. At least I can cook it for you whenever you want to eat it in the future, instead of just opening my mouth to say some cheap sweet words and dryly saying that I will love you forever."

Yan Zhen was silent for a moment, then said, "But that's not the biggest problem between us."

“For me, yes.” Zhou Rang placed his hands on the table, looking at her with heavy eyes. “Whether you believe it or not, I will help you settle your divorce, but I don’t want you to force yourself to be with me because of this favor. Before that, I hope you can fall in love with me, purely, fall in love with me as a person.”