Chapter 2023: My Wife Throws Herself Into My Arms Every Day 13

After choosing a room, the lunch segment came next; the program team obviously wanted to make a big deal out of it.

Gou Ge took advantage of the guests going to their rooms to put luggage, and placed a task card in the living room ahead of time.

Chu Yi, who came down first, saw it and read aloud: "The four guests who drew the ribbons will personally prepare a dish with special meaning for their CP at noon today."

The other four will taste the dishes one by one, choose the dish that belongs to them, and if they guess wrong there will be a sincere punishment segment.

Qiao Yu perked up his ears, lowered his head and turned his back to the camera, making a surprised expression at Jin Chen.

Where would a specially meaningful dish come from between contract lovers?

They've hardly ever eaten together.

Jin Chen gestured for calm, pressed the microphone to Qiao Yu's ear and whispered softly: "You'll recognize it; as for the special meaning…"

Jin Chen patted Qiao Yu's head, "Teacher Xiao Qiao, feel free to improvise."

Qiao Yu nodded without ceremony, and began to ponder the script in his mind.

"Wait, I can't cook," Hu Shi said, playing with the ribbon, chin slightly raised, "At home we have a division of labor."

Chu Yi made a helpless expression toward the camera.

: Is this the difference between the lovebirds group and the parents group hahaha

: What is Jin Chen whispering? He's almost kissing Qiao Yu's face! (pointing and commenting)

: If I can't hear, I'll start spreading rumors—Jin Chen said at noon let you eat your fill, at night let me eat my fill, and only then did the sister-in-law nod!

: Modern netizens are indeed all members of the looks association; Qiao the vase's whitewashing is too fast.

: Whoever treats my eyes well, I will judge for myself; Tan Du's face is still a bit lackluster.

In the kitchen.

The live camera followed in the living room, while the kitchen only had a recorded camera, broadcast two days after the live.

Jin Chen pulled out ingredients from the fridge, decided what to make just taken out, then turned and saw Xu Jia pulling out two bottles of beer.

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow: "Are you going to make beer duck?"

Xu Jia rolled up his sleeves: "Didn't you say we needed special meaning? This isn't special enough."

Jin Chen thought of Chen Cheng's appearance after touching alcohol, and sighed: "You two really are a match made in heaven."

Ning Tong, standing nearby, heard this and glanced at the beer in Xu Jia's hand.

"Brother Xu, what's the special meaning of beer?"

Xu Jia paused his action, shifted the topic without a trace: "Nothing, your egg mixture is about to spill out."

"... Alright."

Ning Tong continued beating the egg mixture, looking a bit flustered, and embarrassed to face the camera said: "Actually I can't cook; I just wanted to try making the egg soup that Du Ge once made for me."

On the other side, Chu Yi, apron on and skillfully chopping vegetables, became interested and asked sideways: "What does making egg soup mean? Is it your young people's dating style?"

"It's not dating either." Ning Tong lowered his head and smiled slightly: "When I was filming a movie, got caught in the rain and ran a fever, couldn't eat anything, and Du Ge came to take care of me and made egg soup for me."

Jin Chen was tearing the tenderloin meat, heard this, looked at Ning Tong, and initiated conversation: "When were you filming that movie?"

Ning Tong's eyes lit up, thinking Jin Chen was showing concern, and quickly replied: "It's *The Seventh Dusk Breath*; have you seen it, Senior Jin?"

"No."

Jin Chen sat up straight, half-smiling, and said: "I just feel this day is quite special."

At this moment, Tan Du and his Xiao Qiao had not yet confirmed their breakup.

It was obvious who had cheated.

Ning Tong suddenly realized, glanced at the camera somewhat panicked, then quickly turned away and remained silent.

——

Four dishes were arranged on the table.

These were clearly not enough for eight people; the meal ordered by the program team waited nearby, yet no one bothered to look at it.

Qiao Yu, the first to make a choice, felt very uneasy.

He picked up his chopsticks, still undecided which dish to eat first, and kept glancing at Jin Chen sitting opposite, trying to get a visual hint.

But Teacher Jin gave no hint at all.

Tan Du sneered and asked Jin Chen: "Movie Emperor Jin probably doesn't know what Xiao Yu likes to eat, right? The dish you chose is probably just randomly made."

Jin Chen lifted his eyelids: "Go on."

"I certainly know, he…"

Tan Du suddenly trailed off, realizing he simply couldn't remember.

Recalling each meal that could barely be called a date, they were always places he liked to go.

: This subtle pause……

: Tan Du is asking for a face‑slap, what failed ex……

: Please, Du Ge, just say it casually, okay? You're blowing things way out of proportion.

: Exactly, after being drained by Qiao Yu for so long, isn't our Du Ge miserable enough? Why should he have to remember what Qiao Yu likes to eat?

: If you don't know, then don't say it; still wanting to slap Jin Chen's face—does he even deserve it?

Qiao Yu ate the dish before him nervously; the second dish, egg soup, was so salty it gave him a jolt, and he only continued after drinking half a cup of water.

When he ate the third dish, sweet and sour tenderloin, Qiao Yu had a sudden insight, looked up in surprise, and locked eyes with Jin Chen.

He had a premonition that this dish was made by Jin Chen.

The sweet and sour on his tongue need not be said; the taste was excessively good.

More importantly, although it was clearly the first time eating Jin Chen's cooking, it felt as familiar as if etched into his soul.

"Is it the third dish, sweet and sour tenderloin, right?"

Qiao Yu took several more bites before feeling satisfied and putting down his chopsticks, even feeling an urge not to let anyone else eat it.

This damned possessive desire.

"Yes." Jin Chen couldn't suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Playing this kind of game with my wife is simply a dimensional strike.

Hu Shi showed a gossiping smile, "Why is this dish special? Any explanation?"

Qiao Yu ate several pieces of meat in a row, the script he had previously thought of now unsaid, he gave an embarrassed smile toward the camera.

"Because in my heart, Chengzi ge and the sweet and sour pork are both sweet~"

Hu Shi, who felt the question was unnecessary: "……"

Jin Chen: "……"

He almost couldn't hold it in, turned sideways and laughed a few times; seeing Qiao Yu pick up the sweet and sour pork and bring it to his lips, he lowered his eyes and took a bite.

"Is it as sweet as you?" Qiao Yu smiled reservedly.

Jin Chen couldn't help but reach out and pinch his face, laughing lazily: "Not even half as good as Teacher Xiao Qiao."

Qiao Yu's face flushed instantly, he lowered his head and continued eating meat.

Ah, the deadly weapon is again exuding that damned charm.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 30!】

：Save me, save me, you lovebirds are a bit too sweet!

：Just how sweet is this sweet and sour pork!

：Is this still that aloof movie emperor? When did Jin Chen transform?

：The two‑faced aloofness is just a front; already seen through Chengzi's double‑standard true colors.

：In front of Jin Chen, even Qiao the flower vase becomes pleasing to the eye—hee‑haw‑hee‑haw.

：Currently the only lovebirds!

Hu Shi and Tan Du both figured out which dish belonged to their own CP, but Tan Du's memory of that day isn't very deep, so explaining it still feels a bit awkward.

What's more embarrassing, this egg drop soup looks the simplest in technique, yet it's also the hardest to eat.

Hu Shi's explanation was much warmer: "I often sing, so I need to protect my voice; therefore Chu Yi makes lots of soup, and his skills keep improving."

Chu Yi wiped his hands on the apron, pleased by the praise.

"It's all come from experience; feelings need to be nurtured, right?"

Upon hearing this, not only Tan Du, who had just failed to answer Jin Chen's question, felt a bit dejected, glancing at Qiao Yu repeatedly both openly and covertly, wanting to speak but stopping.

Even Chen Cheng's complexion wasn't looking good.

He picked up his chopsticks, gave Xu Jia an ambiguous glance, and asked, "Beer duck?"

Xu Jia sat upright opposite him, lifted his gaze and replied, "Not special enough?"

Chen Cheng burst out laughing in anger: "Look at how displeasing I am—why don't you just bring the beer straight up?"

Xu Jia didn't respond, unconsciously rubbing the water cup in his hand.

The atmosphere again began to stagnate familiarly.

Qiao Yu, even while holding his bowl and lowering his head to eat, felt it; he dazedly lifted his head, looked toward Jin Chen, and tilted his head to ask.

Jin Chen: "Love and kill each other."

Thus Xu Jia and Chen Cheng again glared in unison at Jin Chen.

Jin Chen dodged behind Qiao Yu, out of sight, out of mind.

Qiao Yu glanced at the dish in front of Chen Cheng, then silently clung to his own bowl.