TVSFPAG -Chapter 67 Can I Do Something for You?

Song Yunfei shuffled her way into the kitchen.

Chu Jinhan rolled up his sleeves, took the ribs out of the bag, and placed them into a basin to wash in the sink.

Sweet and sour pork ribs—this was a dish he had made before as well.

Aside from looking nice, the taste was honestly quite average.

Song Yunfei stood nearby absentmindedly, her mind repeatedly flashing back to the embarrassing scene from earlier. Being in the same space as Chu Jinhan made her feel extremely uneasy.

Chu Jinhan was already quite skilled at cooking now. Back when he first started learning, he couldn’t even get the gas stove to ignite.

That gas stove was of poor quality; it often took several attempts to light, and even if it ignited, it would go out if the knob wasn’t released properly.

Even Song Yunfei herself sometimes felt like cursing at that stove when she used it.

Now, Chu Jinhan could light it in one go with ease, and his knife skills were smooth and confident. He really looked somewhat like a capable “family man.”

“How’s your stomach feeling now?” Chu Jinhan suddenly asked.

Song Yunfei snapped back to reality. “Ah, it’s fine now. No problem.”

“That’s good.”

Chu Jinhan didn’t say anything further and prepared to pour the ribs into the pot to blanch them.

Song Yunfei quickly stopped him. “Hey, wait—that’s not right. No need to blanch them. Doing that will make the meat tough.”

Chu Jinhan paused, then put the ribs down again. “Then what should I do?”

“Just soak them in beer and water for a while. It can remove the blood and smell, and also tenderize the meat.”

As she spoke, Song Yunfei ran out and brought a bottle of beer from the fridge.

There are many tutorials online, and each method is different. But cooking relies more on intuition and experience—sometimes what the internet says isn’t necessarily correct.

One needs their own judgment.

After about two hours, Song Yunfei watched him cook from the side.

She finally figured out where the problem was—his control over seasoning wasn’t precise. For example, when adding salt, he would add it multiple times.

Because real-life conditions differ from tutorial ratios, some seasonings ended up being too much or too little, which affected the overall taste.

The dishes were finally served on the table, and Song Yunfei eagerly picked up her chopsticks to taste them. The flavor was indeed much better.

She didn’t hesitate to give two big thumbs up and praised him, “Chu Jinhan, you’re amazing! You pick things up so quickly—you really have a talent for cooking.”

Looking at her smiling, crescent-shaped eyes, Chu Jinhan’s face remained expressionless, but his words showed that he was quite pleased with her praise.

“Then I’ll be the one cooking from now on.”

Song Yunfei nodded vigorously, then patted her chest. “Then I’ll take care of washing the dishes.”

Chu Jinhan placed the rice cooker on the table. “Let’s eat.”

Many times, what measures someone’s contribution isn’t how much they do or what they do.

Rather, it’s whether, in doing even the smallest of things, the other person makes you feel that it is meaningful and valuable.

But often, it is precisely these insignificant things that are most easily overlooked.

Grand gestures are easy; what’s hard is maintaining something steady over time.

Because in life, most moments are ordinary and plain. Even the strongest emotions will fade with time.

Passionate love leaves its mark on the heart, while the small details of everyday life become part of one’s very being.

After finishing the meal, Song Yunfei prepared to wash the dishes.

But Chu Jinhan took them from her. “I’ll do it. You’ve been feeling unwell these past couple of days.”

Song Yunfei felt touched. “I’m fine now.”

“Give them to me.”

Chu Jinhan still took the dishes and cleaned up everything left on the table as well.

“You’re such a good person. Is there anything I can do for you?”

Chu Jinhan paused his movements and looked up at her. “Then sing that song you just sang again.”

“……”

She froze in place, her face visibly flushing red.

Immediately after, she slapped his arm and glared at him, pouting, “Just go wash your dishes!”

Chu Jinhan said nothing more and quietly continued cleaning up.

As he withdrew his gaze, a faint smile seemed to flash across his deep eyes—so quickly that Song Yunfei thought it was just a reflection from the ceiling light.

Looking at his back, Song Yunfei couldn’t help but sigh in frustration.

She stood up, went to feed her dog “Qianqian,” then changed her clothes, preparing to take it out for a walk.

“Are you going too?” she asked, looking at Chu Jinhan as he came out of the kitchen.

Chu Jinhan gave a soft “mm.”

The two of them went downstairs and, holding Qianqian’s leash, walked in the park near the residential area.

The air still carried a lingering heat. They walked side by side along the sidewalk.

Light from the street lamps filtered through the leaves of the trees on both sides, casting dappled patterns on the ground. Their shadows flickered in alternating light and dark behind them.

“It’s already August, right?” Song Yunfei asked suddenly.

Chu Jinhan nodded. “Mm.”

“Sigh… there’s still over a month of heat left.” Song Yunfei slumped her shoulders. In weather this hot, she didn’t feel like going out at all.

“It’ll pass soon.”

Great—now, besides the heat, he had also reminded her of the urgency of time.

Song Yunfei rested her chin on her hand, thinking. “Chu Jinhan, what do you think—how can someone make a million in a year?”

Chu Jinhan turned his head to glance at her. “What do you need it for?”

Song Yunfei couldn’t exactly say she was planning to run away, could she?

She laughed it off. “Uh… you guess.”

“Buying a house?”

“Yeah, hahaha.” Song Yunfei bit her lip, regretting bringing it up. She hadn’t expected him to still be thinking about buying a house.

“I see.”

“What do you think you see?”

“Earning a million in a year—I’ll work hard.”

Song Yunfei opened her mouth but didn’t know how to respond. Did he think she was hinting at him?

She let out a couple of awkward laughs and left it at that.

She wished she could have money right away. That way, both of them would be freed, and he would also suffer less.

Before she left, she would make sure Chu Jinhan returned home safely.

Just as she was thinking, her phone rang, temporarily easing her guilt.

But after seeing the caller ID, she almost wished it hadn’t.

It was Bai Yu calling.

Song Yunfei immediately hung up without hesitation, then turned to Chu Jinhan and said, “It’s too hot—we should head back.”

Chu Jinhan glanced at the phone in her hand but said nothing. “Alright.”

On the way back, Bai Yu called again.

Song Yunfei immediately hung up once more and glanced at Chu Jinhan from the corner of her eye, only to find him looking at her.

She forced a smile. “Spam call.”

“You label spam calls?”

“…Yeah. I mark them so I’ll know next time they call.”

Chu Jinhan said nothing.

Even Song Yunfei herself didn’t believe what she had just said.

As they were about to reach the building, the phone rang again.

Song Yunfei took a deep breath. Forget it—destroy everything. She was exhausted.

“Qianqian seems like it needs to go to the bathroom. I’ll take it over there first.”

Chu Jinhan, holding the leash, pulled the little dog that was sniffing around back. Without waiting for her to respond, he led the dog in another direction.

Song Yunfei didn’t have time to think further. She took out her phone and answered the call.

It was calling so urgently—something must have happened.

“Hello, Bai Yu. What’s up?”

“Where are you? I’ve arrived in Qingcheng.”

Song Yunfei’s heart sank. She immediately felt terrible. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s hard to explain over the phone. I’ll tell you in person. I’m already at your workplace. Is it far from where you live?”

Song Yunfei had her workplace address listed on her WeChat profile, so it wasn’t strange that he could find her.

But when she looked over at Chu Jinhan standing under the tree, her mind became increasingly restless and chaotic.