Surrounded By My Yandere Ex-Girlfriend On The Romance Reality Show

Chapter 11: Treading on Thin Ice (1/2)

Qin Yun had made her request, and Fang Zhou was not about to refuse her in front of everyone.

He took the cleaver from Qin Yun’s hands, asking her to step back, and with a few swift chops, he cut the ribs into small pieces.

“Done.”

Fang Zhou deftly placed the chopped ribs back into the bag, leaving Qin Yun to handle the rest.

A hint of a smile played on Qin Yun’s lips as she leisurely expressed her gratitude.

“Thank you, Fang Zhou.”

Fang Zhou waved his hand nonchalantly, indicating it was no big deal, and then prepared to go back to cleaning.

But Qin Yun took out a piece of pork belly with the skin on from the fridge nearby, looking at him helplessly.

“I can’t handle this one either, can you?”

Qin Yun was a voluptuous idol, with a strong presence and bold features that made her look like a flower of wealth and prosperity.

When she asked in her gentle voice, few men could resist.

Fang Zhou paused, his skeptical gaze swept over her face, but he detected nothing amiss.

Was she doing this on purpose? Wanting him to do more work?

He reassured himself internally; after all, Qin Yun was used to holding surgical tools, not wanting to sully her hands with a kitchen knife was understandable.

Especially since, when they were together, he was the one who usually cooked, and Qin Yun just had to wait to eat.

Resigned, Fang Zhou took the pork belly and began to process it on the cutting board.

Qin Yun stood by, watching him with a smile, and suddenly said, “Fang Zhou, you really do have a husbandly vibe.”

Fang Zhou’s hand trembled with the knife, cutting off a large chunk of the pork belly.

He had heard Qin Yun say this before, and at that time, she had added: “I really want to tie you up and take you home, to cook for me for a lifetime.”

Back then, Fang Zhou thought she was joking, only to realize later that she was serious and indeed capable of such an act.

It was then that Fang Zhou realized, Qin Yun was a bit of a yandere.

The barrage also started to come alive.

“Wow, what dish are they going to make? There are so many ingredients.”

“I didn’t expect SiSi to help out as an assistant, I thought she couldn’t do anything and would just wait to eat.”

“The most surprising must be the female CEO Han Xi, she’s truly a lady whose hands have never touched spring water, she can’t cook at all.

Look, she doesn’t even know how much rice to put when cooking.”

Han Xi, who was the focus of the audience’s attention, was holding the inner pot of the rice cooker, measuring rice.

Indeed, she had never cooked before and didn’t know how much to put.

Han Xi looked up, subconsciously seeking help, her eyes glanced over Fang Zhou, who was busy cutting meat, paused for a moment, and finally settled on Dong Donghui.

“How much rice should I put?”

Chapter 11 My Life on Thin Ice (2 / 2)

Dong Donghui had never cooked either, worrying about how to deal with the fish in his hands.

He showed a helpless expression, shrugged his shoulders, and said: “You figure it out.”

Han Xi was not one to fuss, she muttered softly: “Since there are ten people, then at least ten cups should be measured.”

A row of “No, sister, you’ll overstuff yourselves” floated across the barrage.

Han Xi couldn’t see the barrage, she nodded to herself, feeling she was probably right, and was about to proceed.

Chu Xinran, who seemed to notice her predicament, stood up to help her.

“Let me do it, Han Xi.”

Han Xi immediately breathed a sigh of relief, casting a grateful look at Chu Xinran, and also mentally marked Chu Xinran as a good person.

Such a warm-hearted sister is really rare.

Finally, after dealing with the pork belly, Fang Zhou returned to his spot, ready to wash the vegetables, but found that Chu Xinran had already finished.

She smiled, pointed to the sofa in the living room, and said: “Brother Fang Zhou, your task is done, you can take a break.”

Chu Xinran’s call of “Brother Fang Zhou” drew the attention of several people around.

Sun Haotian said with a bit of jealousy: “Xinran sister hasn’t called me ‘brother’ yet.”

The barrage was filled with sighs.

“Wow wow wow, the campus belle is calling ‘brother’, does this mean this CP is locked in early?”

“My goodness, sweet sister calling ‘brother’ is too sweet, wuwuwu, I want to be called ‘brother’ too.”

Qiao SiSi also turned her attention to Chu Xinran, a trace of inquiry crossing her face.

“Are Xinran and Fang Zhou that close now?”

Qiao SiSi’s persona is straightforward, so when she asked this, the audience wouldn’t think she was scheming, just that she’s direct, which is good.

Fang Zhou panicked inside, wondering why Chu Xinran still called him like before.

Back in college when the two were dating, Fang Zhou was a senior and Chu Xinran a freshman. It was only natural for her to go from calling him ‘senior’ to ‘brother’.

Yet, after so long apart, she still hadn’t kicked the habit.

As the expressions of those around them began to shift, Fang Zhou quickly spoke up, “Xinran is the youngest in our team, so it’s not wrong for her to call us ‘brother’ or ‘sister’, haha.”

Realization dawned on everyone, and they remembered that Chu Xinran was only 22, still a senior in college, and indeed the youngest among them.

“So, she’s the youngest, huh? Then we really should look after her.”

After a few jokes, everyone went back to their own business.

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Fang Zhou let out a sigh of relief, thinking to himself: That was close, almost gave us away.

Just as he relaxed, a single word from Qin Yun made his heart leap again.

“Zhou…” Zhou

Fang Zhou quickly turned around, pleading with his eyes for Qin Yun not to call out that nickname in public that could utterly embarrass him.

“Huh? What did you say?”

Qin Yun had stopped after just one word, and Qi Le couldn’t help but ask her.

Seeing Fang Zhou’s look, Qin Yun smiled slyly and smoothly covered it up.

“I said, ‘porridge’, anyone want some?”

Fang Zhou: I’ve been walking on thin ice all my life, do you think I can make it to the other side?

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