Chapter 722

It wasn't as magnificent as Da Da Mi Mi's luxury mansion in Wangjing, and because she had to travel back and forth to film sets and was rarely home,

this apartment was mostly for investment purposes.

Therefore, in the three-bedroom apartment, two of the bedrooms were temporarily used as storage for express deliveries.

"Ding-dong."

With the input of the password,

the door opened in response.

The layout of Tian Xiwei's small apartment was very cozy; the warm lighting didn't feel harsh at all, and the shoe cabinet on the right side of the entrance was even decorated with a small cartoon-patterned shoe stool.

In the living room, what caught the eye were a massage chair, an exercise bike, a yoga mat, and so on.

This was considered the norm for actors.

Massage and fitness were necessary recovery!

Especially for female actors,

because televisions are now widescreen, so even a little bit of weight gain would make them look very bloated on screen.

Coupled with the internal competition among female artists in the industry,

their seemingly glamorous lives were actually occupied by extreme self-discipline.

"What do you want to drink?"

After changing into slippers,

Tian Xiwei opened the refrigerator and said casually.

"A bottle of '82 Coke."

Because Tian Xiwei had lived in dorms for years, she knew how to cook, and when she opened the fridge, it actually surprised Lin Yu a bit.

Unlike Da Da Mi Mi's fridge, this was what a normal person's home should look like.

"Yo! You like spicy food that much?"

Lin Yu leaned over, looked at the various chili sauces in the fridge, and said in surprise.

Good heavens!

Opening the fridge, what caught the eye were various chili sauces and fresh chili peppers in plastic bags.

Just looking at it made one's throat feel hot.

"Duh! I'm from Sichuan and Chongqing, okay?"

"A genuine spicy girl."

Tian Xiwei rolled up her sleeves and said, ready to go.

"I'll handle it."

"You go rest."

Lin Yu pointed to the sofa in the living room with his mouth and said.

"Wait, can you really cook?"

"I thought you were..."

Tian Xiwei stopped halfway through her sentence.

"Thought I was finding an excuse to come to your place."

Lin Yu smiled.

"Fine! You go ahead."

"I have no dietary restrictions."

"Feel free to improvise."

After Tian Xiwei finished speaking, she went to the bedroom to change into pajamas.

Since receiving the beginner cooking gift package, Lin Yu hadn't cooked many times, and because the ingredients were limited before, he hadn't had the chance to practice.

Looking at Tian Xiwei's fridge full of ingredients, he also felt the urge to cook.

Cooking is just like this:

When you're interested, you want to stir-fry everything you see, but when you're not, even seeing the pots and pans is annoying.

"Wow! This smells good."

Lin Yu took a plastic bag out of the fridge, grabbed a handful of red chili peppers, and smelled them; he immediately felt much more energetic.

Although the spiciness was intense, it emitted a fragrant aroma; these ingredients were definitely top-tier.

"Hey! This bag of chicken chunks."

Lin Yu suddenly thought of what to make.

As a Sichuan/Chongqing girl, how could she refuse spicy chicken?!

After Lin Yu improved his speed dimension, his agility clearly went up a notch.

In no time, he cleaned the chicken chunks,

and the ingredients were all prepared.

Cooking wine, salt, and light soy sauce were added to the chicken chunks in turn to marinate.

"What are you doing?"

Tian Xiwei, wearing pajamas, scratched her head, walked out, and asked curiously.

"Giving the chicken a massage!"

When Lin Yu turned his head, his blood surged instantly.

This girl really didn't treat him as an outsider!

The silk pajamas revealed her slender waist, rounded contours, and graceful figure completely.

"Is the chicken a bit tough?"

Tian Xiwei's attention was entirely on Lin Yu's technique; it was her first time seeing chicken being marinated like a massage, even with added force.

Whether the chicken is tough or not isn't important; I'm the one who's a bit...

"It's alright."

"Chicken meat also has longitudinal and transverse muscle fibers."

"So, when marinating, kneading it more will make it more flavorful."

As Lin Yu spoke, he turned on the gas, started the pot, and heated the oil.

This is spicy chicken!

Tian Xiwei saw at a glance that these were the ingredients and method for Sichuan/Chongqing spicy chicken.

She immediately became interested, leaned in close, and planned to learn properly.

Before long,

the chicken chunks were thrown into the oil pot at 80% heat; because there were some water droplets, a few drops of oil splattered out.

"Little Tian, do you believe I can reach into the oil pot and pull the chicken out with my bare hands?"

Lin Yu said with a straight face.

"How is that possible?"

"The oil temperature is so hot."

Tian Xiwei widened her eyes and asked suspiciously.

"You know it's hot, yet you don't move further away."

"What are you staring at?"

Lin Yu reminded her, annoyed.

This little girl, standing so close—if one didn't know better, they'd think she couldn't bear to part with the chicken!

After the oil temperature rose,

the chicken meat turned brown.

He scooped it out and added oil!

Next step: a whole bag of chili peppers was thrown into the wok by Lin Yu, making Tian Xiwei's heart ache.

Those were chili peppers her family had pulled strings to get.

She heard her dad say that small bag cost at least two hundred yuan, and he just poured it all in?

Usually, Tian Xiwei only dared to use three or five peppers each time she cooked.

"Do you have white liquor?"

"Only Feitian Moutai."