Chapter 193 191. Su Peng’s Counterattack
In An Han’s impression, Su Peng was almost omnipotent. His looks and physique were worthy of a campus heartthrob, his running only slightly worse than those PE students who trained every day, his grades consistently ranked near the top, his gaming skills were solid, he supposedly knew a bit about musical instruments—and on top of all that, his family was damn rich!
Yet the sight before her now—Su Peng cautiously trying to catch a crab, looking utterly miserable—made her discover his flaw. Because his family was rich, Su Peng had never set foot in a kitchen in his entire life…
An Han stepped on the big green crab that was trying to sneak past her, her little face taut as she struggled not to laugh. “How did washing seafood turn into this kind of mess?”
Su Peng still looked at her with pleading eyes, stubbornly explaining, “Because I have a cold.”
“Fine, go lie on the bed for a bit.” An Han bent down and grabbed the crab under her foot in one swift motion. Although she didn’t cook much herself, she had helped her mother process ingredients while watching TV since childhood, so she had some experience.
She didn’t expect Su Peng to help at all. She gathered up all the shrimp and crabs scattered on the floor and tossed them back into the bucket, then dragged over a small stool and sat by the bucket, using a toothbrush to scrub the dirt off the seafood before tossing it straight into the pot at her feet.
Her movements were a bit clumsy, but she didn’t get cut by sharp shrimp heads or pinched by crab claws. Though slow, she made no mistakes. With her head lowered, her bangs fell down, covering her face and revealing only a delicate, petite chin and slightly parted red lips. Calm and quiet, she looked far gentler than usual—no longer noisy and mischievous, instead giving off a faint “virtuous wife” vibe.
Su Peng stared blankly at her, not really appreciating her looks, just feeling an itch all over, like he needed to do something. “Why are you staring at me? Put on some music. It’s boring.”
“Okay.”
An Han continued working at an unhurried pace. Hearing Su Peng fiddling with his phone, she secretly glanced up at him. He didn’t look angry at all.
He’s sick and I’m messing him around like this, yet he’s not mad at all. How can someone have such a good temper?
She frowned in confusion, then heard Su Peng cough heavily a few times and quickly asked, “Your coughing seems a bit better than before?”
“Mm.” Su Peng paused. Not knowing what kind of music An Han liked, he asked, “What do you want to listen to?”
“Just play your playlist.”
So Su Peng put on “Lose.”
An Han looked up in surprise—she hadn’t expected him to like the same song as her. She didn’t say much. Glancing at the time and seeing it was almost six, she sped up a bit with the seafood.
She was from a coastal area, but since her mother wasn’t very good at cooking seafood, most of what she ate growing up was simply steamed or boiled, with only the occasional stir-fry or salt-baked dish. As a result, she had trouble accepting heavy-flavored seafood dishes.
“Su Peng, what do you want to eat tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow…” Su Peng thought for a moment before answering, “Wensi tofu.”
“What’s that?”
A mischievous thought arose in his mind, and he smiled as he dug a pit for her. “Don’t worry about what it is. I’m sick and want something light. Wensi tofu is pretty good.”
“Seafood is light too~”
An Han muttered softly. Since she never watched food videos, the dish name sounded familiar but she couldn’t recall what it actually was. She looked up and asked, “How do you make it, roughly?”
“The main thing is slicing tofu into shreds.”
“Shredding is easy~ I’ll do it!” Images of shredded potatoes popped into her head, and she agreed without hesitation. “I’ll definitely make it for you tomorrow! Whether it tastes good or not, I don’t know—but it’ll at least look like it!”
Seeing her fall into the trap, Su Peng’s smile deepened. “Your words. And if you can’t do it?”
“If I can’t…” An Han hesitated, then asked tentatively, “Then I’ll treat this seafood meal?”
“I don’t lack that bit of money.”
Hearing that, she immediately grew alert, leaning back as if to put distance between them. “Then what do you want? I’m not selling my body!” “This dish can’t be that hard, right? You’re smiling so sneakily.”
Su Peng maintained his gentle smile and probed, “For example, accompany me out for a day?”
Isn’t that just a date? For some reason, this request didn’t make her feel strongly repulsed. Instead, she felt shy, her face already starting to heat up.
But An Han keenly sensed that Su Peng was digging a hole for her. Still, she didn’t want to take back her bold words. “Then if I make it successfully…”
“When I recover, I’ll treat you to a big meal?”
Mission: Make Wensi tofu. Reward: A big meal. Failure: Go on a one-day date with Su Peng. After spending so long dealing with the system, even a bet with Su Peng now gave her the illusion of accepting a quest.
She propped her chin on the back of her hand, looked up at Su Peng’s expectant expression, and nodded hesitantly.
After cleaning the seafood, she put the brimming pot onto the induction cooker, covered it, turned it on, and rested her chin in her hands, staring at the various seafood inside struggling nonstop.
“Oh right, the floor needs mopping too.”
An Han suddenly remembered and hurried to get the mop. Because of Su Peng’s mishap, the floor was soaked, and she had to deal with it herself.
“You really like seafood?” Su Peng sat cross-legged on the bed, watching An Han bustle about.
“It’s okay, I guess. I originally thought seafood was nutritious, so I bought some to help you recover,” she replied casually without looking up. “Then I figured since I was spending your money anyway, I might as well take advantage of it and buy more crab and lobster.”
Su Peng didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “You’re surprisingly straightforward about it.”
“Crab and lobster are nutritious too, okay? If we’re splitting it half and half, of course I’m justified!” An Han raised her voice, clearly a bit guilty.
In her mind, seafood really was one of the most nutritious kinds of food. Before checking Baidu, she’d never imagined that people with colds weren’t recommended to eat seafood. Something about it being too nutritious to absorb properly and possibly causing allergies… ridiculous.
After mopping up all the water, An Han’s forehead was slightly sweaty. She took off her coat, jogged over to the induction cooker, and peered into the pot filled with steam. “It should be ready to eat.”
“I don’t really have much appetite.” Su Peng didn’t like steamed seafood much, and he’d long since gotten tired of things like lobster.
An Han thought for a moment, then asked hesitantly, “Seafood congee?”
“You know how to cook congee?”
“I can try, but I’ll need to go downstairs to buy some rice. If you don’t want seafood, I can buy some preserved eggs too?” she muttered softly. “Or we could just order plain congee delivery, throw some seafood in, and heat it up—it’s basically the same.”
Su Peng said seriously, “Please order delivery.”
Without a rice cooker, he felt there was a high chance An Han would turn congee into watery rice—or not cook it properly at all.
“You don’t trust me that much?”
Su Peng shook his head frantically. “No, I’m just afraid you’ll tire yourself out.”
“Tch~” An Han took out her phone, ordered delivery, then went to Bilibili to search for how to make Wensi tofu. She reminded Su Peng, “Don’t doze off now. Go to sleep around ten.”
“If I hadn’t deliberately made noise this afternoon, you’d probably have slept the whole afternoon and then still not been able to sleep at night…”
“You sure have plenty of excuses.” Su Peng smiled and nodded.
An Han was always good at finding reasons. But when she looked at the Wensi tofu tutorial, her face instantly darkened. She really had been played by Su Peng!
This thing was absolutely not tofu she could make!
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