Rebirth: Inheriting Millions In The Eighties
Chapter 457 - 455 What Kind of Book Is This_1

Chapter 457: Chapter 455 What Kind of Book Is This_1

Zheng Pianpian couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret. She had wanted to perform in front of the audience, but now she had injured her hand!

"I’ll do the stir-frying," Xia Ningxing said as she walked in.

"Xia, you know how to stir-fry too!" Zheng Pianpian was astonished to see her volunteering.

A rich young lady knows how to cook?

Oh, I get it. She must have learned specially before coming here, just to show off in front of the audience.

Shameless!

At this moment, Zheng Pianpian completely overlooked the fact that she had done the same thing.

Xia Ningxing nodded: "Yes, I can."

With that, she picked up the spatula and continued stir-frying.

Watching her skilled movements, it wasn’t just about being able to stir-fry; she looked like someone who cooked frequently!

[Wow! Who would have thought our Overbearing Boss would often cook herself!]

[Yeah, right! Such a good wife and mother!]

[Ji Haichuan is going to be so lucky in the future!]

[That still won’t change the fact that he’s at the bottom!]

[Hahaha!]

The audience was eagerly discussing.

Sheng Lin jogged over: "Xia, I’ve almost finished making the congee. Let me help you with the stir-frying."

"Sure."

Xia Ningxing didn’t refuse.

Let’s build the good wife persona together!

While they were cooking, the production team found Zheng Pianpian silently sitting in a corner, wiping away tears.

The camera immediately zoomed in on her.

She had a harmless-looking face, tender like a minor, and now her eyes were red from crying, with her nose also rosy.

The production team asked, "Zheng Pianpian, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?"

As if just realizing their presence, Zheng Pianpian looked up, her eyes and nose covered as she sobbed softly, "I... I feel so useless. I even burnt my hand while cooking, and I’ve troubled Sister Xia and Sister Sheng to help me. I’m really embarrassed."

Subtitles in post-production: Zheng Pianpian is quietly self-reproachful.

The production team consoled her, "It’s okay that you hurt your hand."

"Although that’s true, I still feel bad about it. Since my left hand isn’t badly injured, I’ll go clean the yard, so we’ll have a clean and pleasant environment for eating later."

Holding this speech, Zheng Pianpian picked up a broom and started to clean.

Inside the kitchen, Sheng Lin heard this and glanced over. Noticing the camera wasn’t there, she quietly said to Xia Ningxing, "Boss Xia, Zheng Pianpian really knows how to perform."

Originally, with her injury from cooking, the audience would have thought her useless for getting hurt while making a simple meal. But now, by showing her dedication and cleaning despite her injury, she had completely changed her image in the eyes of the audience.

"You’re right," Xia Ningxing nodded. "People like her are meant for variety shows. You should watch and learn, taking the essence and discarding the dregs."

One shouldn’t learn Zheng Pianpian’s bitchiness, but her cunning is worth learning a thing or two.

Sheng Lin nodded.

Half an hour later, all the dishes were ready.

Zheng Pianpian had stir-fried some peanuts.

Xia Ningxing had prepared dishes like pork with celery, chicken with glass noodles, and sweet and sour shredded radish—typical home-cooked dishes.

Sheng Lin had made a spinach and egg soup.

"Time to eat!"

After waving their chopsticks at the camera, Xia Ningxing and the rest began to enjoy their meal.

After working hard all day, they were all extremely hungry.

Ji Haichuan and the other men were eating without much grace, whereas the three girls, Xia Ningxing included, were eating more delicately, bite by bite.

Song Ze tasted the pork and celery and was instantly amazed, exclaiming, "Who made this dish! It’s delicious!"

"It’s Xia," Sheng Lin replied, blinking her eyes.

"Delicious! Super delicious!"

Ji Haichuan also said, "The chicken dish is amazing too, tender and not greasy at all, perfectly cooked, and the juice is tasty."

Sheng Lin: "Xia also made that one. She made everything except for the soup!"

"All these dishes were made by Xia! They’re amazing! Super delicious," Ji Haichuan said, giving a thumbs-up.

No one noticed the tender look in his eyes as he gazed at Xia Ningxing.

Sheng Lin: "Me too!"

Elder Zhou: "Delicious!"

Everyone at the table praised the dishes in turn.

Zheng Pianpian took small bites of her food, pretending to be indifferent on the surface, but inside she was fuming with anger.

If it hadn’t been for her injury, Xia Ningxing would never have gained so much attention!

Damn it! It was infuriating!

But despite that...

She had to feign politeness: "The dishes Xia made are really too delicious, compared to Xia, my cooking skills are simply not presentable."

Xia Ningxing responded in equal pretense: "You’re being too hard on yourself."

Zheng Pianpian pursed her lips and gave a shy smile.

But deep down, she felt that Xia Ningxing was mocking her.

Her own cooking was nowhere near as good; yet Xia Ningxing had to say she was being too hard on herself, huh!

This woman!

She was really annoying!

However, the thought that she was staying in the best room, while the one Pianpian was staying in was quite shabby, gave Pianpian some comfort.

After dinner, Song Ze washed the dishes and tidied up the table.

Sheng Lin lowered her head and approached him, "Song, let me help you."

"No need," Song Ze declined gently, looking at her: "You’re a girl, you shouldn’t be washing dishes, your hands will become rough."

Though the night sky was dark, Sheng Lin felt as if he was bathed in starlight, handsome and tall.

He made her heart flutter.

[Ahh! My Song is so good with words!]

[I really want to be pampered like this too!]

[It feels like there’s a romantic vibe between Song and little Linlin!]

[I’m begging for them to get together right here!]

[I’ve moved the registry office over for you!]

"Okay, as you say," said Sheng Lin, her face blushing, nodding her head.

When everyone was preparing to go to sleep, the production crew was up to something again: "Go! Cameramen! Let’s see what everyone is up to!"

The first door they knocked on was Xia Ningxing’s.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

As the directors knocked, they asked, "Xia Ningxing, may we come in now?"

"...Yes."

Xia Ningxing didn’t hesitate and nodded her head.

As the camera entered, the audience immediately saw a girl in blue cotton pajamas leaning on the bed reading a book.

Her soft black hair fell upon her shoulders, and her slender, fair fingers held a book and a pen.

Her tender little feet were on the pink checkered bedsheets, with round cute toes, exuding a healthy glow.

Directors: "Reading a book?"

"Aren’t you stating the obvious?"

Xia Ningxing seemed dissatisfied with the disturbance, frowning slightly and replying nonchalantly.

The rebuffed directors: "..."

Audience:

[Haha! Don’t interrupt my studying, will you?]

[Baby Xing: Addicted to studying and cannot extricate myself, disruptors will die!]

[Baby Xing: I’m just a study machine with no expression!]

[Wahh, my Baby Xing is so serious!]

[Am I the only one curious about what book Baby Xing is reading?]