Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

He then placed several carved peonies around the edge of a blue-and-white porcelain plate, put a pre-made squirrel-shaped mandarin fish in the center of the plate, and arranged some pickled cherry tomatoes around it.

The carp's head and tail are propped up with small toothpicks, just like a carp leaping over the dragon gate.

Song Qingyin watched in amazement; this dish would be just as good as anything served at a state banquet.

Putting aside the taste, the presentation alone is hard to match.

As she looked at it, Song Qingyin became envious. She secretly took a pair of chopsticks and quickly picked up a small peony flower from the side of the plate. She didn't eat it, but just played with it in front of her.

"What are you doing?" Wen Mochen turned his head and saw that a piece of the peony in the plate was missing, and Song Qingyin was standing next to him, holding evidence of her crime in her hand.

He wasn't angry, just a little helpless. Song Qingyin was like a child; while the adults were cooking, she would sneak bites, which he found rather adorable.

Only those who have been pampered and loved growing up can possess this childlike innocence.

Upon hearing Wen Mochen's voice, Song Qingyin didn't know what she was thinking at the time. She subconsciously stuffed the whole piece of radish into her mouth, chewed it haphazardly a few times, and then, because she was in a hurry to speak, she...

She choked on a small piece of radish and immediately felt uncomfortable. Song Qingyin couldn't help but bend over and gag, her eyes welling up with tears.

Wen Mochen was also startled. He immediately put down the tools in his hand, came behind her, and patted her back hard.

After being hit by an external force, Song Qingyin finally managed to cough up the small piece of radish.

"No one was going to take it from you, how could you be so careless?" Wen Mochen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Song Qingyin was alright, but he was still a little scared thinking about what had just happened, so he couldn't help but start lecturing her.

"I didn't want to either." Song Qingyin also felt a little wronged. She just wanted to eat something, but who knew it would turn out like this? "It's all because you suddenly spoke and scared me."

"It's all your fault." Song Qingyin pouted, a little angry. She knew she was being a bit unreasonable, but she just felt a little wronged. She didn't mean it. "No, you have to make it up to me."

"Why are you blaming me?" Wen Mochen said helplessly.

Song Qingyin puffed out her cheeks, looking like a chubby pufferfish, which made people want to laugh, but when they met her wet eyes, they felt a little soft-hearted and could only say, "Okay, what kind of compensation do you want?"

"Anything is fine?" Upon hearing this, Song Qingyin looked at Wen Mochen with sparkling eyes, instantly forgetting her grievances.

"Of course not." Wen Mochen glanced at her and continued, "The compensation is only valid if I say so."

"Huh?" Song Qingyin lowered her eyelids in disappointment. She had wanted to take this opportunity to blackmail him.

Unfortunately, he didn't fall for it. Thinking about it, Song Qingyin couldn't help but look at him with some resentment, "Alright then, but you can't just brush me off."

"Okay," Wen Mochen replied curtly. "Now, can you leave?"

"Okay," Song Qingyin said, glancing reluctantly at the plate of food that had already been prepared, before leaving with several glances back.

When Song Qingyin was choked, it startled not only Wen Mochen but also everyone else in the kitchen. Fortunately, Wen Mochen acted quickly, and seeing that she was alright, and knowing that Song Qingyin's true intentions were not what they seemed, everyone was happy to oblige and didn't come over to gather around.

"Yinyin, is your throat alright? I'll pour you some warm water to soothe it." Su Xiran was still a little worried. "And you, why are you in such a hurry to eat?"

Hearing Su Xiran's reproach, Song Qingyin stuck out her tongue sheepishly. She probably just had a moment of madness at the time, and now that she thought about it, her actions were quite stupid.

What's wrong with eating? She's eating openly and honestly, what's so scary about it?

However, she was still looking forward to receiving compensation from Wen Mochen.

Even at dinner time, everyone took the time to ask her if she was alright, and even An Yang and Jiang Ran awkwardly came over to ask her once.

She did not refuse everyone's kindness, and thanked them politely each time without showing the slightest impatience.

The dishes served for dinner were the same ones that would be sold the next day. There were no particularly difficult or complicated dishes; they were all familiar to almost every household in China and could be considered home-style dishes, yet each had its own unique characteristics.

Besides the fish that Wen Mochen had made before, there were also several meat dishes and several vegetable dishes, such as Dongpo pork, spicy chicken, sweet and sour pork ribs, boiled sliced ​​pork, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and eggplant with minced meat...

It looks and smells delicious; it makes your mouth water just looking at it.

The dishes were unanimously approved by the vote. In addition, the main dishes were eight-treasure rice and noodles with minced meat sauce. As for desserts and drinks, those were left to Wen Mochen.

As a result, the heavy responsibility fell almost entirely on Chef Li and Wen Mochen. Therefore, everyone discussed that in the next few days, they would take turns learning to cook from Chef Li and Wen Mochen. They didn't need to learn too much; each person would cook one dish, in order to lighten their burden.

Fortunately, the desserts and drinks could be prepared in advance and were not very complicated, so they were given to Su Xiran and Song Qingyin.

Starting tomorrow, they will follow Wen Mochen to prepare the desserts and drinks.

After dinner and arranging tasks, everyone held a brief meeting, then cleaned up the kitchen together before returning to their accommodations. That concluded the first day of filming.

Although the production team claims to record the entire process, recording is different from live streaming. After recording, there will be someone to edit it. It needs to be both funny and entertaining, so the more material they collect, the better.

Therefore, cameras were also installed at the residence, but according to the usual style of the program team, there was not much content in this regard, and no one paid much attention to it.

Back at her lodgings, Song Qingyin realized she was quite tired. After taking a hot shower, she felt her fatigue lessen.

Just as I was about to rest, I heard a knock on the door.

"Coming, coming, who is it?" Song Qingyin yawned and slowly went to open the door. "It's so late, what can't we talk about tomorrow?"

"Then I'll give you the compensation tomorrow?" Hearing Song Qingyin's words, Wen Mochen raised his eyebrows slightly and made as if to leave. "It's just a pity that we probably won't be able to eat the cake tomorrow."

As he spoke, he shook his head regretfully.

Song Qingyin opened the door and, upon hearing Wen Mochen's words, quickly stopped him, glancing at the small bag in his hand. "Hehe, it's best to give the compensation today. What if there's none tomorrow? That would be such a loss."

Wen Mochen found Song Qingyin's anxious look somewhat amusing. What female celebrity would act like this? "I made this in my spare time while cooking. I didn't add any sugar. I used blueberries that I bought this afternoon."

After he finished speaking, he handed her the small bag he was carrying.