I'm crazy, don't mess with me. I just love to pretend to be crazy, remember that.

Si Qian quickly turned off the comments after posting the Weibo message.

Upon hearing the news, fans from both sides, enraged by the closed comment sections, launched into a tirade of insults in the public square.

Si Qian wasn't idle either; she opened her main account and went directly to Sheng Chi's Weibo. The latest post was a business photo he had posted yesterday.

Sheng Chi V: [Today's image is of the roguishly handsome Sheng Chi]

The eighteen photos all show off his physique. He's unshaven and has no regard for his image. He struck no less than a hundred poses in the gym, and fans commented that he has a real manly charm.

Si Qian was completely bewildered.

Let's eat something good.

He changes his girlfriend more often than he wears underwear, and he's still a 27-year-old baby.

With a red V badge, Si Qian appeared in the comments section like a ghost.

Si Qian V: [Very handsome, with a roguish look in his eyes, I'll call you Roguish Eyes.]

This angered Sheng Chi's fans.

Si Qian's earlier insults against them were enough to break the fans' resolve, but now that Si Qian has gone so far as to directly insult their idol, the fans have all picked up their keyboards to protect their beloved "pigeon."

Sheng Chi's fangirl: [No wonder everyone hates you. You're a mistress and you're still so arrogant. Can't you just get out of the entertainment industry? @Siqian]

Si Qian V: [If one person dislikes me, that's their problem; if a group of people dislike me, it's because they all know me.]

The top fan of a Chinese celebrity: [How did this delinquent girl even debut? No wonder she's still a nobody after all these years. Shouldn't she be banned for this kind of behavior?]

Si Qian V: [Silly bird, someone earning 3,000 a month is worrying about someone earning 3 million a day.]

Only Love Chi Ge: [My master is a top star in the Chinese entertainment industry; he earns enough money to buy your life.]

Si Qian V: [Master, my foot! The Qing Dynasty has been gone for eight hundred years, and now you're suddenly thinking of being a maid?]

Then, she flashed to the comment section of Fu Xiao's latest Weibo post.

He posted a promotional message last night, trying to please his female fans.

Fu Xiao V: [I need a girlfriend to come to my concert.]

Amidst a sea of ​​comments in the comment section, Si Qian's comment stood out as completely out of place.

Si Qian V: [I recommend using Zhuanzhuan, a second-hand platform where transactions are secure.]

Fu Xiao must have heard the commotion and stayed online, so she immediately replied to Si Qian when he left a message.

Fu Xiao V: [Ha, weren't you playing the victim a few days ago? Now you can't keep up the act anymore?]

Si Qian immediately replied: 【When I stop playing the victim, it means I'm so miserable I have to resort to playing the victim now.】

It doesn't matter; when she gets ruthless, she even curses herself.

I can't stand being so humiliated.

After finishing her rant, she leaned back in the car seat, humming a tune, and then tapped on Weibo's ad-sharing program and tipping feature.

Good, today's profit +1396

The harsher the insults, the more money you make, hehe.

Money delivered to your doorstep is money you shouldn't pass up.

Her phone was off, and she looked out the window at the scenery rushing past.

Back then, my parents had a blast, but now she's being driven crazy and exhausted by life.

So now the only way she can accept dying is dying a pleasurable death.

The taxi stopped in front of another manor, and Si Qian stepped inside.

That's right, she came to apply for a cook job.

Suddenly, ghostly screams and howls echoed in Si Qian's mind.

[Aaaaaaah, host! This is the second male lead's house!! We've finally found it without even looking for it!!!]

It's finally going to leave this awful place!

Si Qian's foot, which was about to step inside, abruptly stopped in mid-air when she heard that this was the second male lead's house.

Recalling the description of the second male lead in the original work, he was described as sinister, ruthless, a mass murderer, cruel, and utterly wicked...

Actually, this money isn't something you absolutely have to earn.

But since we're already here, let's make some money today first!

As soon as I stepped into the living room, a cold wind swept over me.

Si Qian shivered from the cold.

TMD!

Why does this villain's house have an eerie atmosphere?

"Miss Si."

A deep voice sounded from behind, carrying a hint of coldness.

Si Qian turned around and saw a man in dark blue pajamas standing behind her. The man had deep, handsome features, as exquisite as a graduation project carefully sculpted by Nuwa. His eyes, in particular, seemed to be able to strike straight into people's hearts.

Standing there against the light, the dappled sunlight from the window fell on him, but it couldn't warm him at all.

That's really impressive.

iron!

Nobody told her the villain was so handsome!

However, Si Qian still maintained her professional demeanor and gave a fake smile:

"Hello, Mr. Pei, I'm the cook who's here today to apply for the job."

So handsome, that's amazing.

Try to rip me off when I pay the bill later.

The man's scrutinizing gaze shifted from her, and he casually asked:

"Come alone?"

Meeting the man's gaze, Si Qian blushed slightly upon hearing this, and gave Pei Li a shy smile:

No, there's another one in my belly.

Pei Li's expression was somewhat indescribable.

[I feel like he's about to shatter.]

Si Qian ignored him and continued to ask Pei Li:

"I wonder what Mr. Pei's requirements are for food?"

At this point, Si Qian felt quite uncertain.

I got the job by bragging on a job search app.

He's supposedly the top chef in Beijing. His ancestors were imperial chefs in the palace, skilled in frying, stir-frying, boiling, steaming, baking, braising, and stewing. Even the emperor praised his cooking.

The actual situation is—

The pot wasn't burnt, the house wasn't fried, and everyone is still alive.

For others, cooking is a way of life; for her, it's a means of survival.

Good or bad depends entirely on luck; salty or bland depends entirely on your luck.

Theoretically, I can cook, but that's only in theory.

Pei Li nodded slightly: "I'm not picky."

Upon hearing this, Si Qian immediately breathed a sigh of relief and turned to go to the kitchen.

In the living room, Pei Li sat on the sofa, staring at the laptop in front of him, and rubbed his temples wearily.

"1748, three years have passed, do you have anything to say?"

Pei Li sneered and called out to his system.

1748 immediately broke out in a sweat, feeling incredibly guilty.

[Host! I genuinely have no idea where that conqueror is!]

Honestly, when it was assigned here by the headquarters, the boss told it that a strategist would come to redeem the second male lead, and asked it to assist another system in completing the redemption mission. But it waited for three years and the person never came.

Pei Li no longer wanted to talk to it.

"See? This is the consequence of both teams working on the project at the same time."

He already knew that someone would try to seduce him when the system contacted him three years ago.

Three years have passed, and not a single ghost has been seen.

[I'll contact the higher-ups right now and find out where the other strategist is!]

Pei Li no longer wanted to talk to it and turned to go to the kitchen.

The rain stopped and the sky cleared up. Si Qian felt that she could do it again.

At that moment, she was so engrossed in wielding the spatula with one hand and tossing the wok with the other that she didn't notice anyone coming in.

Pei Li stared at the steaming water in the pot next to him, then suddenly murmured, "Is this a poached egg?"

Si Qian was almost startled, and nodded, saying, "That's right."

Pei Li frowned: "Why did the egg I laid break?"

Si Qian stroked her chin with a serious expression:

"You can't do it; you have to use a chicken."

Pei Li: "???"

As she chased the person out of the kitchen, Si Qian wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and quickly turned off the stove.

That was close, I almost got caught.

Unable to stand it any longer: [Host, if you can't cook, don't try to be a cook. Last-minute cramming won't help.]

Si Qian was currently searching on Baidu for how to prepare chicken, but after searching for a while, she simply gave up.

"I just want to ask if last-minute cramming counts as a foot fetish."