Quick Transmigration: I'm the Villain's Assistant to the Protagonist

The fire was extinguished in time, but the kitchen still reeked of a pungent, burnt smell. Shen Ying stood there like a wooden stake, her face full of guilt, her eyes red from crying, watching Zhang Wei clean up the messy kitchen.

While cleaning up the messy kitchen, Zhang Wei chuckled and complained, "You little devil, you've really ruined the kitchen! You're like a mischievous fairy who accidentally wandered into the human world and unleashed a huge disaster."

Shen Ying's eyes welled up with tears, and her voice trembled with sobs: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I really didn't mean to. I just wanted to cook you a meal, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

Looking at her pitiful appearance, Zhang Wei's heart softened, and he said, "It's nothing, it's not a big problem. I've had a unique experience today because of you, so I should be thanking you."

Shen Ying burst into laughter through her tears, then shook her head vigorously: "No, I want to help you clean up." She then squatted down and carefully picked up the undamaged items, her eyes focused, muttering to herself: "This bowl is still usable, and this spoon isn't broken either."

The kitchen was completely destroyed by the bomb; the walls were blackened like the bottom of a pot, and pots and pans were shattered into pieces.

The next day, Zhang Wei stood in front of the kitchen ruins, looking like an immortal descending to earth. His long white hair, reaching his waist, resembled a flowing galaxy in the sunlight. Normally, it would fall gracefully down, but now he had it tied up with a ribbon, with a few strands hanging unruly beside his cheeks, adding to his dashing appearance.

His snow-white robes, which were usually spotless and ethereal, were now slightly furrowed, seemingly unconcerned about getting covered in dust. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his fair and strong arms.

Looking at him like this, Shen Ying couldn't help but mutter, "It's quite a sight to see someone as ethereal as an immortal doing such rough work."

Zhang Wei's ears twitched, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He stepped towards the pile of wood, his clothes fluttering in the wind, like a celestial being descending to earth. Every move he made carried a strange harmony, and even when preparing to do the heavy work of repairing the kitchen, he still had an extraordinary temperament.

This scene made Shen Ying sigh again; good-looking people look good no matter what they do.

Having admired the perfect person, Shen Ying rolled up her sleeves and joined the work.

Aside from cooking, Shen Ying is like a shining pearl. Whether it's handing over tools, supporting wood, or mixing mud to build a stove, Shen Ying can quickly grasp the knack after Zhang Wei explains or demonstrates it once.

Her bright eyes carefully observed Zhang Wei's every move, as if trying to memorize every detail. When she took over, her deft movements and confident expression were a stark contrast to her previous panic at the stove.

Zhang Wei watched her work diligently, his eyes filled with satisfaction. He jokingly said with a smile, "You'd be a good cook if you didn't cook." Shen Ying raised her chin and replied, "Of course, don't underestimate me." With Shen Ying as their capable assistant, the entire kitchen repair process went very smoothly.

The kitchen was successfully completed, but the previous "disastrous" experience left Shen Ying with lingering fears, and the idea of ​​learning to cook seemed to have been completely erased from her mind. She knew she didn't seem to have any talent for cooking, and after that unforgettable experience, she dared not mention it again.

Now, she's always cautious when she enters the kitchen, only doing auxiliary tasks. When washing vegetables, she meticulously rinses each leaf clean, as if handling precious treasures. When chopping meat, although her knife skills aren't exactly superb, she can still cut the meat into suitable pieces neatly. For Shen Ying, these rough tasks are like a haven, allowing her to stay in the kitchen without repeating past mistakes. She's content with this state; at least she won't cause any more "kitchen disasters."

That day, Zhang Wei carried a bucket of water, inside which carp were jumping and leaping about.

Shen Ying stared intently at the carp thrashing about in the bucket, its scales shimmering with iridescent light in the water.

She asked excitedly, "Are you making braised carp today?"

Zhang Wei's lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle smile, and he nodded gently, "Mm."

Shen Ying thought it was time for her to shine again, so she puffed out her chest and volunteered, "Then I'll take care of killing the fish."

She strode confidently to the bucket, her mind filled with memories of her father cleaning fish at home. In her memory, her father's movements were swift and efficient; the fish in his hands was like an obedient little object, and he would process it in no time.

She thought to herself, "It's just killing a fish, it looks pretty simple." So, full of confidence, she rolled up her sleeves, ready to show off her skills, not taking the task seriously at all.

Shen Ying nonchalantly reached out to grab the fish, thinking it would be an easy task. But who could have imagined that the result would be so unexpected? The fish was slippery, like a piece of soft jade that was impossible to hold.

The fishtail seemed to contain immense power, whipping violently with a "splash," sending a spray of water flying towards Shen Ying like a miniature waterfall. The spray seemed to carry a hint of disarray, instantly soaking Shen Ying's face. Water droplets slid down her hair and cheeks, a few even playfully clinging to her eyelashes, blurring her vision slightly.

"Oh no, this wretched fish!" Shen Ying screamed. Before she could react, the fish, like a clever little devil, broke free from her hand and jumped into the yard with a "plop," then twisted its body and quickly fled.

"Don't run!" Shen Ying shouted, and took off chasing after him. Her hair became even more disheveled as she ran, making her look like a crazy girl. "You stinky fish, stop right there!" she yelled as she ran, stumbling and almost falling.

The fish darted left and right in the yard, very agile. One moment it darted into the flower bushes, knocking the flowers over and scattering petals everywhere; the next it passed under the clothes drying in the sun, pulling several pieces of clothing to the ground.

Shen Ying chased after her relentlessly, shouting, "Hmph, I'll catch you today!" Her voice echoed in the courtyard, making the whole place seem like a lively fireworks display, full of life and fun.

Zhang Wei stood quietly to the side, watching Shen Ying get into a mess from the fish. A smile gradually appeared on his cold, frost-like face. At first, it was just a slight upturn of the corners of his mouth, a faint curve hiding a hint of suppressed amusement. Then, laughter overflowed from his mouth, like clear spring water flowing in the mountains, breaking the tense atmosphere of chasing fish in the courtyard.

His eyes were filled with endless doting, like the warm spring sun shining on Shen Ying's frantic running figure. In his eyes, this seemingly chaotic farce was like a delightful and interesting painting, becoming a unique scene in these ordinary days.

His gaze followed Shen Ying, and with each slip and cry from her, the smile in his eyes deepened, as if he were watching the most adorable performance in the world.