Zhou Ye finished cooking and called me into the kitchen.

"Come and taste, how does this dish taste?"

Zhou Ye is a very gentle type. He held a piece of braised pork in the rice spoon and handed it to me.

Just as I was about to speak, Jiang Zixu suddenly appeared.

He ate the meat in the rice spoon in one bite.

"Jiang Zixu, did a hungry ghost possess you? Who told you to eat it?"

I widened my eyes and looked at Jiang Zixu.

He didn't even acknowledge me and gave Zhou Ye a thumbs up. "Zhou, you're a great cook."

"If you like it, eat more," Zhou Ye said calmly with a smile.

On the barrage, comments kept popping up.

I was puzzled. Do modern netizens comment on everything?

It made me want to comment too.

Before having the meal, I went to the bathroom to wash my hands.

When I came out of the bathroom, Jiang Zixu was waiting for me at the door.

"What's wrong, have you taken a liking to that Zhou guy?"

He chuckled, "I don't think he has more time than me."

"You actually let him hold Jiji! He is our son!"

Me: "Oh."

Jiang Zixu: "What does 'Oh' mean?"

Me: "Oh."

Jiang Zixu: "You think I really want to talk to you? Hilarious! I, the prince of the Jing circle, don't care about you at all. You can flirt with that Zhou guy!"

It's a pity there's no camera here. Otherwise, I really should record the moment when Jiang Zixu loses his composure and play it on loop on the big screen in Times Square, New York.