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Xia Qiu's hand slipped, and the sharp blade cut a line of blood across her fingertip. Bright red blood instantly welled up and spread across the cutting board.
"Ah!" Xia Qiu cried out in pain, instinctively pulling her hand back.
The sudden turn of events plunged the once quiet kitchen into chaos.
"What happened? What happened?!"
Other guests, hearing the commotion, rushed over, all speaking at once with questions.
Lin Xingyu, who had been standing nearby with a detached expression while looking out the window, suddenly turned around upon hearing Xia Qiu's cry. She quickly closed the distance in just a few strides to reach her side.
"What’s wrong?" Lin Xingyu asked, her brow furrowed as her gaze swiftly scanned Xia Qiu's injured finger, a hint of urgency in her tone.
"I..." Xia Qiu was startled by Lin Xingyu's unexpected concern and momentarily forgot how to respond.
"You cut your hand?" Lin Xingyu ignored the surrounding noise, her eyes fixed intently on Xia Qiu's injured finger as she stated it with certainty.
Xia Qiu nodded dazedly, watching as Lin Xingyu unhesitatingly took her hand, a warm feeling swelling in her chest.
Without saying a word, Lin Xingyu led Xia Qiu to the sink, turned on the faucet, and rinsed the wound under cold water.
"Ugh..." The icy water stung the wound, causing Xia Qiu to involuntarily gasp.
"Hang in there," Lin Xingyu said without looking up. "You need to rinse it with cold water to stop the bleeding."
After saying that, she took out iodine and band-aids from the medicine box beside her and skillfully disinfected and bandaged Xia Qiu's wound.
Lin Xingyu's movements were very gentle, as if she were handling a fragile treasure. Xia Qiu watched her serious and focused expression, feeling a mix of emotions in her heart.
"All done," Lin Xingyu said as she finished treating the wound and looked up to meet Xia Qiu's gaze. "Be careful when cutting vegetables next time."
Xia Qiu looked at Lin Xingyu, her lips moved slightly, but she didn't know what to say. In the end, she could only softly respond with an "mm."
"I'll cook," Lin Xingyu said, pressing Xia Qiu down onto a chair. "You take a break."
After saying that, Lin Xingyu began to prepare the ingredients. Her movements were skilled, and her knife skills were excellent. In no time, the originally messy ingredients transformed into neatly shaped pieces under her hands.
Xia Qiu watched from the side, her eyes filled with surprise. She didn't expect that the usually aloof Lin Xingyu would have such great cooking skills.
"You can cook?" Xia Qiu couldn't help but ask.
"Mm," Lin Xingyu replied lightly. "I often cooked for my family when I was young."
"That's impressive..." Xia Qiu exclaimed sincerely.
Lin Xingyu didn't say anything; she just slightly curved the corners of her mouth into a smile.
In the following moments, the kitchen was filled with the sounds of pots and pans clattering and the aroma of food. Xia Qiu sat nearby, watching Lin Xingyu's busy figure, feeling an indescribable warmth rising in her heart.
Perhaps Lin Xingyu wasn't as unapproachable as she had imagined.
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Xia Qiu rested her chin on her hand, watching Lin Xingyu busy at the countertop.
"Xing Yu, do you often cook at home?"
Lin Xingyu placed the chopped tomatoes onto a plate and responded with a brief "mm."
"Then you must be a great cook. I'm so envious," Xia Qiu said, looking at Lin Xingyu with longing. "Unlike me, who can only make instant noodles."
Lin Xingyu heated the oil in the pan and glanced back at Xia Qiu, who was feigning a pitiful expression. A hint of amusement flashed in her eyes, but she quickly returned to her usual expressionless demeanor.
"Actually, I also..."
Suddenly, Lin Xingyu paused as if she had bumped into something, and then a sharp sound echoed through the kitchen.
Xia Qiu jumped in surprise at the sudden noise and stood up abruptly, only to discover that there were shards of glass scattered around Lin Xingyu's feet, seemingly from a delicate little bottle.
"What happened?"
"Nothing, I accidentally broke something," Lin Xingyu replied calmly as she swept the shards into a pile, as if nothing had occurred.
Xia Qiu observed Lin Xingyu's profile and felt an uneasy sense that something was off.
"What was it?" Xia Qiu asked tentatively.
Lin Xingyu did not answer; she simply tossed the broken glass and broom into the trash can.
"Nothing important, just some worthless item."
Lin Xingyu placed the trash can back in its spot, her tone steady, as if nothing had happened at all.
Xia Qiu looked at Lin Xingyu's back, feeling even more confused.
The staff of the program quickly noticed the commotion in the kitchen, and the director along with several cameramen rushed over.
"What happened?" the director asked.
"Sister Xing Yu accidentally broke a bottle," Xia Qiu said quickly.
The director glanced at the broken glass on the floor and then at Lin Xingyu, his brow slightly furrowed.
"What kind of bottle?"
"I don't know," Xia Qiu shook her head, "Sister Xing Yu said it was something worthless."
The director's frown deepened as he turned to Lin Xingyu, his tone somewhat displeased.
"Xing Yu, what happened?"
Lin Xingyu calmly glanced at the director, her tone steady.
"I accidentally broke a bottle; it's already been taken care of."
"What kind of bottle?" the director pressed.
"It’s not important," Lin Xingyu clearly did not want to dwell on this issue.
The director wanted to ask again but was stopped by a staff member beside him.
"Director, time is running out. Let's shoot some other content first," a staff member whispered.
The director hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded.
"Alright, Xing Yu, tidy up a bit. We're getting ready to start filming."
With that, the director left the kitchen with the staff.
Xia Qiu watched the director's departing figure and then glanced at the expressionless Lin Xingyu, suddenly feeling an uneasy premonition.
That night, Xia Qiu lay in bed, tossing and turning unable to sleep.
She felt something was off about what had happened in the kitchen today; Lin Xingyu's reaction was too unusual, and the look in the director's eyes before leaving made her uncomfortable.
"I can't just sit here. I need to check it out."
Xia Qiu suddenly sat up in bed, deciding to go to the monitoring room to see what had really happened in the kitchen today.
...
"I found it!" Xia Qiu exclaimed as she looked at the surveillance footage, finally locating the moment when Lin Xingyu broke the bottle.
It turned out that what Lin Xingyu shattered was not some "worthless item," but a bottle of precious Saffron!
"Oh my God, this bottle of Saffron is worth a fortune. How could the production team possibly have prepared something like this?" Xia Qiu thought in astonishment.
Just then, the surveillance footage suddenly switched to another angle.
The director and a staff member stood together, both wearing a sly smile on their faces.
"Just say it was Xia Qiu who broke it, and then make her pay!" The director's voice came through the surveillance footage.
"But isn't that a bit unfair? Xia Qiu, she..." The staff member hesitated.
"What’s unfair about it? She’s a newcomer; being on our show is a privilege for her. It’s just a small amount of money, consider it tuition!" the director replied dismissively.
"But..."
"There’s no 'but.' This is how we’re doing it!"
The director interrupted the staff member and turned to leave the monitoring room.
Xia Qiu watched the surveillance footage, her anger boiling over.
"This is outrageous; they actually want to shift the blame onto me!"
Fuming, Xia Qiu clenched her fists. She absolutely could not let the production team get away with this!
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