Kang Jiadong watched as Chen Han rummaged through the kitchen. “No need,” he said. “I don’t eat much in the morning.” With that, he turned his attention back to frying his eggs.
Meanwhile, Chen Han had found what he was looking for—he was making a sandwich. He moved calmly, preparing each ingredient with practiced ease. In no time, he had two sandwiches ready, both looking pretty impressive. It was clear from his precise movements that he had some serious cooking skills.
He plated both sandwiches, setting one in front of himself and placing the other at an empty seat nearby, neatly arranging the utensils alongside it.
Kang Jiadong took one look at the setup and knew immediately. “For Mu Fu?” He lifted his chin slightly, motioning toward the second plate.
Chen Han took a sip of the congee that Kang Jiadong had served him before answering. “Mm.”
Kang Jiadong got his answer and said nothing more. There was no competition between them—he wasn’t interested in Mu Fu. She was the quiet, gentle type, innocent and sweet. Not his type at all.
By the time Chen Han finished eating, he glanced at the watch on his left wrist. 7:40 AM. After clearing his plate and washing up, he took a moment to check the sandwich on the table.
Something was off. The plate and utensils weren’t in the exact spot he wanted. He adjusted them slightly, making sure everything was just right before walking away.
Kang Jiadong had already left earlier, finishing his meal quickly and heading out by 7:30 AM.
Shortly after Chen Han left, Ding Minqi arrived in the dining area. Noticing the congee and fried eggs, she served herself a portion.
Just then, Han Jin also showed up. “Morning.”
“Morning. I saw some congee and fried eggs in the pot. Looks like someone made it for us, but I have no idea who,” Ding Minqi commented as she sat down.
Han Jin responded, “It’s probably Jiadong. He was up early. I saw him get up, but I just went back to sleep.”
Ding Minqi nodded, lowering her head as she continued eating, lost in thought. Whatever was on her mind, she kept it to herself. After a while, she finished her meal, tidied up, grabbed her bag, and stood up. “I’m heading out first. Take your time.”
“Alright. Stay safe on the way.” Not long after, Han Jin also left for work.
Shortly after Han Jin left, Cheng Cixin woke up. She first went to knock on the guys’ shared room, but no one answered. Twisting the doorknob, she peeked inside. “Nobody? They all left this early?”
Next, she knocked on Chen Han’s door. No response. She tried opening it, but it wouldn’t budge—Chen Han had locked it. Giving up, she headed downstairs to the dining area.
As soon as she arrived, her eyes landed on the perfectly plated sandwich sitting on the table. She muttered, “Who made this?” The setup was meticulous—plates and utensils neatly arranged, as if waiting for its rightful owner to sit down and eat. And yet, despite the obvious signs that this meal belonged to someone, Cheng Cixin sat down and ate it.
The audience watching this scene was stunned. A flood of comments filled the live chat.
“Wait… what? Did she just steal someone’s breakfast?!”
“Does food taste better when it’s stolen or what?!”
Though it was only the second day of the show, the internet had already formed a dedicated fanbase shipping Chen Han and Mu Fu—they called themselves “Chenfu CP.” And when they saw Cheng Cixin eating the breakfast Chen Han had prepared for Mu Fu… all hell broke loose. The fandom exploded, flooding the chat with angry messages.
“SHE DID NOT JUST DO THAT.”
“That was for Mu Fu! What is WRONG with her?!”
At this point, none of the housemates knew what had just happened. After all, the show hadn’t aired yet. The production team was filming everything in advance before releasing it to the public.
Mu Fu was woken up by her alarm. Stretching lazily, she freshened up and headed straight for the kitchen, eager to see what Chen Han had prepared for her. She had been looking forward to this all night.
By now, only Cheng Cixin and Mu Fu remained in the house.
As soon as Mu Fu stepped into the dining area, she froze. Cheng Cixin was sitting at the table, casually eating a sandwich. Mu Fu glanced around—the table was completely empty. Her brows furrowed. Did Chen Han not wake up yet?
Turning on her heels, she went upstairs and knocked on Chen Han’s door. No response. She twisted the handle, but the door was locked. He wasn’t inside. Confused, she headed back downstairs and checked the kitchen.
There was a rice cooker filled with congee and a plate on the counter with two fried eggs. It seemed like Kang Jiadong had thoughtfully prepared breakfast for everyone. But Mu Fu assumed that Chen Han had made it for her. She carefully carried the food to the dining table and took a bite. It was delicious. The congee was soft, creamy, and just the right consistency. The fried eggs were cooked to perfection.
Across from her, Cheng Cixin remained silent. She had seen Mu Fu searching for something, but she said nothing. Once she finished eating, she simply got up and left.
After finishing her meal, Mu Fu cleaned the dishes. By the time she was done, it was 8:30 AM. She still felt exhausted from moving in the day before, so she decided to take a quick nap.
For lunch, she made herself a simple bowl of noodles. Mu Fu wasn’t much of a cook—she could make food edible, but that was about it. Back home, she never had to cook. Her only job was washing dishes. If her dad was around, he’d take over dish duty, while her mom handled the cooking. Her mom’s cooking was actually pretty good.
In the afternoon, Mu Fu sat down and started writing. After all, this was her profession—one she took seriously.
At four in the afternoon, Mu Fu closed her laptop. It was time to get ready—she was going grocery shopping with Chen Han. She slipped out of her comfortable loungewear and changed into a more stylish, casual outfit.
The sun would be setting soon, but the weather was still warm. She chose a white short-sleeved blouse with delicate lotus-patterned trim at the collar. Simple, yet playful and charming. Paired with black denim shorts that ended just below her upper thighs, the look accentuated her slender waist and long legs. She might only be 1.62 meters tall, but in this outfit, she looked taller, slimmer, and effortlessly stylish.
After getting dressed, Mu Fu applied a light layer of makeup, enhancing her delicate features. By the time she was ready, it was almost 5 PM. She grabbed her small shoulder bag and phone before heading downstairs.
Chen Han wasn’t there yet. Mu Fu settled onto the sofa, flipping through a magazine as she waited. A short while later, the sound of a car horn echoed from outside. She glanced up. That must be him. Stepping outside, she saw Chen Han getting out of his car to come pick her up.
Mu Fu’s outfit today made her look especially cute, with a hint of mischief—and even a touch of allure. For a moment, something flickered in Chen Han’s gaze. A strange feeling stirred inside him, but he quickly pushed it aside. “You look amazing,” he said.
Mu Fu’s lips curled slightly, her voice carrying a hint of shyness. “Thanks…”
Ever the gentleman, Chen Han opened the car door for her. As she stepped in, he placed a protective hand above her head, making sure she wouldn’t bump it.
“Which supermarket should we go to?” They were now inside the car, the engine humming softly.
Chen Han glanced at the road ahead and replied, “I checked the map. The closest one is HuaHua Supermarket. There’s also one near my office—it has a pretty good selection. Let’s go there.”
“Sounds good.”
Mu Fu had no objections.
Inside the car, tiny cameras were positioned in multiple spots, capturing every angle. A production crew vehicle followed behind them, preparing to film their trip to the supermarket.
By now, after a full day of shooting, Mu Fu and Chen Han had gotten used to ignoring the cameras and the staff around them.
“Anything you feel like eating?” Chen Han asked in a gentle tone.
Mu Fu thought for a moment. “I’m craving sweet and sour pork, but… I don’t know how to make it.”
Chen Han caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. The way she pouted was adorable. His lips curled slightly, his mood light and amused. “I can make it,” he said. “Anything else?”
For once, Chen Han actually felt his cooking skills were useful.
Mu Fu’s eyes lit up with surprise. “You know how to make it?! But it’s so hard! I’ve tried so many times, and it always turns out bad. My mom eventually banned me from making it—she said I was wasting food.”
She pouted again, this time with a hint of playful frustration. “Good thing you’re here tonight. I was already worried about what to eat for dinner.”
Chen Han didn’t need to look to know exactly what expression she was making. His fingers itched on the steering wheel—he had the sudden urge to pat her head.
Instead, he raised an eyebrow and teased her: “It’s not that the dish is difficult. You’re just bad at cooking.”
Mu Fu immediately puffed up in protest. “That’s not true! I’m not that bad!”
Chen Han chuckled but didn’t push further—he didn’t want to actually make her mad.
“Other than sweet and sour pork, what else do you want?” he asked casually. “You’ve got a chef right here—feel free to order.”
Mu Fu beamed. “I want the tomato and egg stir-fry from last night! I could eat that forever and never get tired of it!” she said, sounding like a child with a favorite treat.
“Okay.” Chen Han agreed.
A short while later, they arrived at the supermarket. After getting out of the car, Chen Han grabbed a shopping cart without hesitation. “Take a look around. If you see something you want, just put it in.”
Mu Fu thought for a moment. “Let’s get some fruit. I feel like eating grapes… and mangoes too.”
Chen Han glanced down at her—the top of her head barely reached his chest. The little swirl of hair on her crown looked oddly adorable, just like she was. “Alright, we’ll head to the fruit section later.”
After picking up the ingredients for their dinner, they went to the fruit aisle. Chen Han added grapes and mangoes to the cart, along with a few extra fruits. As they passed by the dairy section, he paused. “Do you drink yogurt?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
Without a second thought, Chen Han grabbed a pack and tossed it into the cart.
They checked out and drove back home. By the time they arrived at the cabin, it was nearly 7 PM.
Inside, Ding Minqi and Han Jin were already back. “You guys are home.”
Ding Minqi sat in the living room, a book open in her hands—a sign that she had been reading just moments ago. Not far from her, Han Jin was sitting on the floor, playing Jenga by himself. But the moment Mu Fu and Chen Han walked in, he immediately stopped his game.
Han Jin looked up. “Mu Fu, what time did you get off work today?”
“Are you asking me? That’s a secret! If I tell you, my job will be exposed.” Mu Fu playfully winked at Han Jin, her expression cute and mischievous.
Han Jin didn’t press further. Instead, he started guessing—what kind of job required her to keep her working hours a secret? Maybe she’s a model? That would make sense. Models have flexible schedules, and with her looks, she would definitely photograph well.
Of course, Mu Fu had no idea about Han Jin’s wild speculations.
Turning to Ding Minqi, she grinned: “We bought a ton of groceries at the supermarket! Tonight, Chef Chen is taking over the kitchen, and I’ll just be his assistant.”
Minqi joked in response: “Then I’ll just sit back and wait for dinner.”
“No problem!”
Chen Han carried the bags into the kitchen, then called out loudly from across the room: “Mu Fu, time to cook!”
Hearing him, Mu Fu stopped chatting with Ding Minqi. As for Han Jin? She had completely forgotten about him.
Once in the kitchen, Mu Fu suddenly remembered the breakfast from that morning. She stepped closer to Chen Han, her voice cheerful: “Thanks for making breakfast today! The eggs were delicious.”
Chen Han paused, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. “The fried eggs? Jiadong made those.”
“!!!”
Wait… then what did he make for me?!
“So… what did you prepare for me?”
“A sandwich. I left it on the table.”
Hearing the shock in Mu Fu’s voice, Chen Han frowned slightly. He paused what he was doing, turning to her with a serious expression.
“I didn’t see it.” Mu Fu was stunned. She believed Chen Han—there was no reason for him to lie about this. Then suddenly, she remembered—this morning, Cheng Cixin was eating a sandwich.
“Did you prepare two portions? Because I saw Cixin eating one this morning.” She tilted her head, puzzled.
Chen Han immediately understood. Cheng Cixin had eaten the sandwich he had made for Mu Fu. For a moment, rage surged through him. What is wrong with Cheng Cixin?! Yesterday, she wouldn’t stop talking to me—so annoying. And now? She took the breakfast I made for Mu Fu?
At this point, if there was anyone in the house Chen Han disliked the most, it was definitely Cheng Cixin. But he forced himself to calm down.
“I’ll make you another one tomorrow.” His tone was gentle, trying to reassure her.
Mu Fu, on the other hand, was just as confused. In her past life, Cheng Cixin had seemed… normal. She had always been someone who could read the room, someone who knew how to act appropriately.
Mu Fu wondered if she had somehow unlocked a hidden power that made her rivals dumber. But that was impossible. Her system had only two functions: bringing her into this world and sending her memories. That was it.
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