The previous Yu Mei Zhen was a scheming and unruly girl, but she was very dedicated to one thing. Her goal was very distinct and transparent. And that was to make the Yu Family accept her and like her.

But the requirements and sacrifices to achieve the goal were very tough.

They needed graceful, beautiful, and intelligent daughters to nurture the future of their family by marrying them off. As for sons, there were no requirements. As long as the gender was male, anything goes.

But alas, Yu Mei Zhen was born with a 'fe' before the term 'male'.

And here comes the tragedy, she didn't have any ounce of grace in her. Everytime she saw handsome men, she would fall in love. In one month, she would chase at least ten men.

Beautiful was a term that would be ashamed to be associated with her. Ugly and fat, she was too lazy to be bothered by her looks. She could not sacrifice her fried chicken wings for the breakfast neither did she ever go to a nutritionist or doctor.

And intelligence… her IQ was negative.

But she never spared her efforts in trying to impress her family.

And she took some cooking lessons secretly to impress them with her culinary skills like a virtuous daughter.

'A pity she wasted her efforts on wrong people…' Yu Mei thought to herself as she picked up a frying pan and kept it on the kitchen counter. As she looked into the memories of the previous owner, she realized that cooking was not that tough.

Especially when you make the easiest dish, like an omelette.

Happily, she picked up the egg carton and kept it beside the fan. Finding all the necessary ingredients and utensils, she stepped on the battlefield alongside Jun Zixuan who was busy cutting vegetables.

She held the frying pan in her left hand before looking at the five-burner gas stove in confusion. It looked more advanced and different than what was there in her memory.

'What kind of strange thing is this…? It's better to burn wood and make food on it…' She thought to herself while trying to twist the black circle-like thing but it won't budge even after all her efforts.

"Cough…That…" She awkwardly cleared her throat but the man continued to cut his vegetables without looking at her.

"You…" She sighed, "I think this black thing on your gas stove is damaged. How are you planning to cook?"

"The control knob is alright," The man emotionlessly replied without looking at her.

Control knob? So, this little thing is called a control knob. "So, do you know how to twist it? I… This gas stove is a bit different from the ones I have used before," She softly muttered but the man did not reply.

"This Young Master here…. Could you 'PLEASE' tell me how to use twist this black…cough…control knob?" She spoke through gritted teeth, emphasizing the term 'Please'.

Jun Zixuan tilted his head upwards before grabbing a carrot. His slender fingers kept it in place while the other hand held the knife swiftly as he cut it into even cubes. Even if she brought a ruler to measure it, all the cubes of carrots will turn out to be of the same length and breadth.

"Press it lightly before twisting it to the right," came his reply.

She did as he instructed and the auto-ignition gas stove was on just like that. "That was easy. I could have done that without your help," She put the frying pan on it before pouring some oil, "But still thanks."

Her stomach growled in hunger and without wasting another second she picked up an egg in one hand and a knife in another.

Standing at a distance from the gas stove, she tried to crack the egg like a little expert chef.

''Ah…" But in reality, things weren't as beautiful as they were in her memory.

Instead of cracking the egg a little, she ended up smashing it.

It splashed everywhere on the kitchen counter except for her frying pan.

Jun Zixuan raised his head to look at the mess before looking at her.

'Is he going to help me? I will owe him one then…Whatever, I can't reject his help at this point…' She sighed to herself before speaking up, ''I don't mind if you want to help….'' The rest of the words were stuck in a throat when the man dragged his veggies a little away before continuing to cut them gracefully.

She smiled wryly. This crazy man… Wait… She was crazier than him. How narcissistic of her to think that he will help her with it.

Sighing to herself, she picked up another egg but the situation was worse than before.

The egg white smashed on her face while the yolk went missing.

Third egg dead.

Fourth egg lost.

The fifth egg was annihilated.

The sixth egg turned to juice.

Seventh egg… She did break it almost perfectly. She excitedly waited for it to land on the oil.

'Swish.'

Before she could see the process of omelette making, an arm wrapped around her waist dragging her away from the gas stove.

With both his hands wrapped around her waist, her body was stuck to his. Her face was resting on his chest.

His arm couldn't encircle itself fully around her thick waist but it did grip her tightly keeping her in place.

He was leaning back on the modern L-shaped kitchen counter with her being squished in his embrace.

Her arms were dangling at the side while he held her without giving her the space to move.

She tilted her head to look at him questioningly, "What do you think you are doing?" With her eyebrows furrowed slightly, she asked him in a stern tone.

He lowered his head to look at the woman whose head reached his chest. A pair of dark starry eyes looked at him accusingly.

He didn't reply.

Just when she was about to say something, the splattering sounds behind her back caught her attention.

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