The system forced me to blow up the female lead's fishpond.

"Your Highness, this bed—"

Shen Zhizhi stared wide-eyed at the mountain of dazzling items before her, as if she were witnessing something unbelievable.

Did they turn the entire Prime Minister's residence upside down? Otherwise, how could they have collected so many strange and unusual things?

Just thinking about the chaotic scene that might have happened inside the Prime Minister's residence made Shen Zhizhi shudder.

She could imagine that it must have been a chaotic scene of chickens flying and dogs barking and people falling over.

Chu Chouchi raised an eyebrow, his smile deepening, but his eyes held a cold glint: "Since that old man, Prime Minister Shen, won't give you a place to stay, then he should experience what it's like to have nowhere to sleep tonight."

Shen Zhizhi was slightly taken aback, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

She was an orphan since childhood. In that orphanage where the director was irresponsible, it was common to go hungry or not have enough to eat. So when she transmigrated here, even though she couldn't get the care of her family, it wasn't a big deal to her.

Seeing him standing up for her now, it would be a lie to say she wasn't moved. It was as if someone had suddenly appeared in a world that completely ostracized her, someone who could protect her.

Her bright eyes curved slightly, and she grinned, saying, "Thank you, Second Prince."

Chu Chouchi stared at her, his heart suddenly racing, and the tips of his ears flushed red.

After a moment, she lowered her eyes and said, feigning composure, "No need."

He paused, as if remembering something, and turned to look at me. "Just now, it seemed you had something to say to me?"

"Ah! That's right!"

His reminder finally made Shen Zhizhi remember the most important thing.

After today's commotion, trying to persuade Shen Qinshou to come and celebrate Chu Tu's birthday is simply absurd.

It seems that her only option is to use Chu Chouchi to sneak into the Tu Prince's mansion, prepare a feast to surprise Chu Tu, and then simply say that Shen Qinshou prepared it for him.

She's a genius.

Shen Zhizhi suddenly narrowed her eyes, moved closer to him, and asked mysteriously, "Second Prince, would you like to go somewhere with me? I'll take you to have fun and eat delicious food."

Chu Chouchi felt the warm breath on his ear, looked up and met those bright eyes, and gasped in surprise, his face turning red.

He didn't ask any more questions, but the blush on his jade-like earlobes deepened.

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"The fun and delicious places you mentioned, are they right here?"

Chu Chouchi's face was tense as he looked up at the three characters "Tu Wangfu" written in gold lettering, trying his best to keep his emotions from becoming too complicated.

“Yes!” Shen Zhizhi’s eyes shone brightly, and she smiled gently. “Isn’t the Third Prince’s birthday coming up soon? He has never held a birthday banquet before, so why don’t we celebrate his birthday on his behalf today?”

Chu Chou's red eyes suddenly turned cold, a chilling glint flashing in them, and his lips curled into a cold smile:

"Celebrating his birthday? You certainly care about his affairs. In that case, I won't bother Miss Shen any longer."

Shen Zhizhi:? ? ?

Wait, why is this guy with Miss Shen again? Did he catch it from Zhang Jiali?

Seeing him turn to leave, Shen Zhizhi quickly went over, grabbed his sleeve tightly, and blinked, "Second Prince, I actually have a reason. Anyway, please help me this once, okay?"

Chu Chouchi paused, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Shen Zhizhi knew she had a chance, and chuckled softly as she tugged at his sleeve, pulling him inside: "Second Prince, my cooking is superb! If you don't come today, you won't be able to eat it next time!"

Chu Chouchi pursed his lips, gazing at her profile, but couldn't utter a single word of refusal, and could only let her pull him forward.

Shen Zhizhi couldn't hide her excitement, but her face remained completely expressionless.

With Chu Chouchi as her protector, she traveled without hindrance. Everyone in the Tu Prince's mansion dared not approach him and could only stand respectfully to the side and bow.

As they walked to the kitchen, Chu Chouchi raised his eyes slightly and casually gave an instruction to the kitchen staff. The staff then hurriedly retreated to the door to wait.

The kitchen in the Prince Tu's Mansion was enormous, and even the interior decoration exuded extravagance.

She carefully considered all the ingredients in the kitchen, and in just a moment, a series of delicious dishes appeared in her mind. Shen Zhizhi was secretly glad that she liked to study these recipes when she had nothing to do.

Shen Zhizhi squatted in front of the stove, carefully staring at the spot under the stove where she needed to light the fire. She frowned in frustration and muttered to herself:

"How are we going to start a fire like this...?"

Damn it, being able to cook doesn't mean you can start a fire!

Just as Shen Zhizhi was wondering whether she should call the servants outside to start a fire, she saw Chu Chouchi cough lightly and walk arrogantly toward her.

The two stared at each other for a long time. After a while, Shen Zhizhi met his expectant gaze and asked cautiously, "Second Prince, do you know how?"

She never imagined that Chu Chouchi would be able to start a fire. After all, he had been a pampered person since childhood. Let alone something as trivial as starting a fire, even if he didn't know how to wipe himself after using the toilet, someone would take care of him.

Chu Chouchi did not speak, but took two steps forward.

Shen Zhizhi had no choice but to leave, but she turned back and smiled, saying, "Then, Your Highness, I'll leave the fire-starting to you. I'll go wash the vegetables."

"Hmm," Chu Chouchi said indifferently.

After she left, she did not notice that the person behind her was staring intently at the stove, lost in thought.

The tinder in his hand burned and went out repeatedly, but he still couldn't light the stove.

After Shen Zhizhi had washed all the ingredients thoroughly and arranged them neatly for use, she turned around and asked with a smile, "Second Prince, is the fire lit yet?"

"..."

Chu Chou's red pupils suddenly contracted. He was still studying how to start the fire when he heard this question and immediately panicked.

If we panic like this, things could get really bad.

The hot oil next to the stove was knocked to the ground, and the tinder in his hand fell with it. With a "whoosh," the fire quickly ignited, and the dry grass in the corner was also set ablaze, with sparks flying everywhere.

Shen Zhizhi was completely dumbfounded!

"Run!"

Before she could even recover from the shock, someone grabbed her waist and quickly led her away from the kitchen.

Shen Zhizhi looked up in despair, gazing at the sky at a 90-degree angle with a sorrowful smile: "Second Prince, tell me the truth, did you never actually start a fire?"

The person beside him didn't answer, but an almost imperceptible embarrassment slowly crept onto their face.

In fact, what Chu Chouchi wanted to say was that he had already burned it.

However, it was quite early, just now.

"It's terrible! There's a fire! Come quick, put out the fire!"

The loud, urgent sounds echoed throughout the mansion. All the servants immediately brought over wooden buckets filled with water and poured them down the fire, one bucket after another.

While resting in his study, Chu Tu frowned slightly, displeased by the commotion.

He strode forward and pushed open the study door.

Just as I was about to reprimand them, I saw plumes of black smoke billowing from the kitchen doorway, clearly indicating a fire.

Outside the kitchen, there were two particularly familiar figures.

He knew it so well he wanted to kick it!