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

Butler Zhao almost thought he was seeing things because of his presbyopia.

He picked up his chopsticks and poked at it.

The hard texture made him quite certain that he wasn't just having presbyopia.

That's fine, that's fine...

Butler Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

But he quickly realized something was wrong!

Why is there a coin in the soup?!

Knowing something was terribly wrong, Steward Zhao picked up a ladle and scooped the coins out of the pot.

The butler's authority was unquestionable; he picked up the coins and asked, "Who put these here?"

The sense of oppression was even greater than that of Pei Tianming.

Just as the chefs were looking at each other in bewilderment, Pei Yi, who was in the corner, raised his hand.

"it's me!"

The coldness in Butler Zhao's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by surprise and confusion.

He scratched his head, somewhat puzzled: "Young master, why are you putting coins in the pot?"

Pei Yi argued confidently, "Because I couldn't find any star anise, I just put in a piece."

"..."

"..."

This child is hopeless.

This is the first thought of every chef.

The naive Pei Yi had no idea that he would no longer need to apply to Tsinghua University, because he was going to apply to Peking University.

"Uncle Zhao, will the extra two corners cause any problems?"

Looking at the child's innocent face, Butler Zhao smiled wickedly... and lovingly patted his head.

"It's alright, young master. The remaining two horns (feet) will appear on your body later."

Butler Zhao's double entendre left Pei Yi, who was not quick to grasp the meaning, completely bewildered.

I don't understand.

Forget it, I don't want to.

They've gone to set off firecrackers.

……

In the open space by the entrance, Pei Yi was playing with a firework.

Before I knew it, the French windows in my house were blown apart.

Pei Tianming, who was resting in the living room, heard a loud bang and saw the glass behind him shatter into a spider web pattern.

Then came a loud "whoosh".

Countless shards of glass fell like a torrential downpour.

Pei Tianming, who couldn't dodge in time, was almost turned into a hedgehog on the spot.

The servants who heard the commotion ran over to check.

Especially Steward Zhao, who was so upset he almost fainted from crying.

The other servants who were crying and shouting all turned to look at Butler Zhao.

Dude, you've gone a bit overboard.

Pei Tianming, his face bruised and battered, woke up amidst sobs.

The first thing I did when I opened my eyes was to ask what happened.

Pei Yi was thus handed over by the maid, Shui Lingling.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Pei Tianming felt a tightness in his chest that he couldn't relieve.

The treacherous son does not put up the roof for a day!

Enraged, Old Pei grabbed his belt and started fighting.

As soon as they stepped outside, they saw Pei Yi holding a handheld firework and launching it into the sky.

Enraged, Pei Tianming approached, his roar shaking the heavens—

"You unfilial son, what are you doing!"

The familiar voice made Pei Yi's back stiffen.

He turned around and subconsciously waved his hand to explain.

It would have been better if they hadn't explained; once they did, the fireworks in their hands changed direction and headed towards Pei Tianming.

biubiu——

Fireworks exploded near his ear.

Pei Tianming was successfully frightened into fainting.

He also knocked out two teeth when he fell.

Pei Yi, the culprit, realized he had messed up, his mind went blank, and he stood there in a daze.

Ruined……

"Dad! Don't scare me!"

Pei Yi shook Pei Tianming's shoulder as if in mourning.

"dad--!"

If someone who didn't know the situation saw this, they would probably think that the father and son had a very deep relationship.

As the head of the household, housekeeper Zhao had already called in a private doctor.

Butler Zhao wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This family will fall apart without him.

Ye Tinglan caught her rebellious son and made him go to his father's sickbed to apologize.

The new servants whispered among themselves.

"How old is the young master?"

"I do not know."

"I heard you're going to Peking University, and you'll be a senior soon."

Butler Zhao appeared behind them without them noticing.

He said meaningfully, "It's more like they'd be beaten to death."

……

-

After returning home with a full load of goods, Si Qian started making a late-night snack.

Some ingredients need to be cooked quickly, otherwise they will lose their original flavor if left for too long.

The punk boss, who learned to cook from Si Qian, a chef from the North, has successfully graduated.

At one o'clock in the morning, he was busy in the kitchen, while Si Qian, after taking a shower, changed into a bright red and green cotton pajamas and curled up on the sofa to read the script.

The heating in the house is on very high, so even though I'm wearing light clothing, I don't feel cold.

After finishing her annotations, Si Qian went to the kitchen to watch Chef Pei show off his skills.

Watching him skillfully flip the wok reminded her of the first time they met.

Si Qian stood behind him with her hands behind her back, bent down to look at the ribs stewing in the pot, and called out.

"Boss Pei!"

"Um?"

Pei Li couldn't help but smile when he noticed that she had given him a new nickname again; he seemed to be in a very good mood.

Si Qian picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of pork rib, and tasted it.

"I've always had a question I wanted to ask you."

"what?"

"Why didn't you get angry when I tried to fool you with pre-made food? You even paid the bill."

I feel really bad for him when I think about it.

Pei Li thought for a moment and said, "It's probably because I'm a very polite person."

Actually, it's because he studied abroad a few years ago that he developed a habit of tipping.

That money wasn't for settling the bill; it was a tip for her.

It's not easy to come all this way...

However, Pei Li couldn't possibly say this in front of Si Qian right now.

Si Qian muttered to herself, "If I had known you were so polite, I would have made more money off you back then."

Pei Li: "What did you say?"

Si Qian: "It's nothing!"

Holding a piece of pork rib, Si Qian turned and wandered into the living room.

After a while, she returned to the kitchen doorway.

"Boss Pei, the ribs are a bit bland!"

"OK!"

Another moment passed.

"Is it okay to eat braised pork ribs?"

"no problem!"

A while later...

"Can you change it to sweet and sour?"

"Can!"

When Si Qian made her suggestion for the nth time, Pei Li divided the ribs in the pot into two portions.

One serving is braised, the other is sweet and sour.

Si Qian still leaned against the door frame and peeked inside, praising, "Brother, you're really calm. You want to talk."

Pei Li was busy in the kitchen with a spatula, and took a moment to glance at Si Qian outside.

"Then come here and give me a kiss."

"Row!"

Si Qian jogged into the kitchen, leaned over, and kissed him on the corner of his lips.

Then, taking advantage of his inattention, I stole another piece of spare rib.

Seeing that the pot of ribs was almost half gone, Pei Li could only smile helplessly and say, "Mr. Krabs, you've almost eaten them all, what am I supposed to do now?"

"Ugh, I'm not eating anymore!"

Despite saying that, he honestly took another piece.

Si Qian asked him, "What would happen if I made you angry?"

Pei Li suppressed a laugh: "Then you'd better not make me angry, because if you push me too far, I'm capable of anything."

Si Qian exclaimed in surprise, her tone teasing, "Really?"

Pei Li tightened his lips and looked serious: "Mr. Krabs, do you think I'm joking?"

Si Qian immediately rubbed her hands together expectantly and said, "Then I'd also like seafood porridge, and the fish balls should be grilled a little drier. Could you also make a dry-pot shrimp dish?"

"Okay, I'll go wash the rice later."