However, I ended up preparing the last heartfelt dinner.

　　Because Shen Heming cut his hand while chopping vegetables.

　　The normally precious prince didn't say a word, just hastily rinsed his hand with water and continued chopping vegetables.

　　In the end, it was He Anrou who exclaimed and reminded me.

　　'What's your name!' When he saw me coming in, Shen Heming was clearly a little flustered.

　　His gaze quickly moved away as soon as it touched me.

　　He pursed his lips and looked at He Anrou with an annoyed tone, 'It's not a big deal.' [Alright, I admit I was mistaken before.] [Help, this cult CP is addictive!] [Heavens, is my brother really this tsundere? It's so heartbreaking!] [The prince's face says: I'm not hurt, I won't cry, but if you want to come and cuddle with me, I can accept it!] 'When he was a child, he would cry if he got a small scratch.

　　How come now he's bleeding and doesn't make a sound?' I couldn't help but laugh.

　　The wound was a bit deep.

　　So I disinfected it first and casually said, 'It's fine, just wash it with clean water.' 'I'm not that ignorant!' Shen Heming argued.

　　'Sure, sure,' I didn't even look up, 'with a wound that deep, you wouldn't know to use a band-aid.

　　By the way, still want me to eat the dish that has your blood on it? Your fetish is quite strange.' I'm used to bantering with Shen Heming, so even at this moment, I couldn't help but tease him.

　　But this time, Shen Heming strangely didn't say a word.

　　When I applied the band-aid on him, he suddenly spoke in a low voice, 'I didn't touch those dishes, and I washed them clean.' I froze for a moment.

　　[Damn, my brother is such an extreme love brain!] [Help, he really turned into a little puppy so quickly! Thanks Zhi Zhi, for showing me this unique side of my brother!] [No, this is too fake! Since when has Shen Heming been so submissive? This is obviously arranged by the production team! True or false, it's making me angry!] [Upstairs, are you certain that's Shen Heming? What kind of show could make him willingly act like this? He's the prince that even Director Wu doesn't give face to!] Because of Shen Heming's contrast, the barrage became noisy again.

　　I couldn't see it."

　　I just stared at Shen Heming, making him uncomfortable and turn his face away, with a false show of strength: "Don't misunderstand, it's just because of my cleanliness obsession, so I washed a few more times." I laughed at him.

　　"Okay, you have cleanliness obsession." I nodded, then suddenly approached Shen Heming, as if hugging him.

　　"What are you, what are you doing?" Shen Heming was startled, but still stiff and motionless.

　　Only the slight blush on his earlobe gradually spread to his face.

　　"Untie the apron!" I raised my eyebrows, deliberately teasing: "No way? You don't think I want to hug you, do you? No way, no way?" Shen Heming's original shyness turned into anger with these few words of "no way".

　　"Shut up!" "Okay." I shrugged.

　　Although Shen Heming looked fierce with his mouth, his body was extremely stiff.

　　Taking advantage of this opportunity, I mischievously touched his waist a few times and even whistled like a rogue.

　　Then I happily saw Shen Heming's face turn red and then pale, gritted his teeth and called me, "Yu Zhi!" "Here." I responded with a smile, put on the apron, and took over the unfinished work Shen Heming was doing.

　　To be honest, although the prince's knife skills were not proficient, the dishes he cut were still acceptable.

　　When Shen Heming saw me picking up the knife, he suddenly widened his eyes.

　　"Wait!" He subconsciously wanted to take the knife, his tone involuntarily becoming anxious, "You haven't cooked before, what are you doing here?" "If we don't participate, we will really go hungry tonight." The program group said that the guests had to solve the cooking themselves, and the ingredients for each group of guests were limited without any extras.

　　I paused, thinking about Shen Heming's attitude towards me before, and couldn't help but retort, "Oh right, I forgot, you still have seafood congee to eat." Shen Heming frowned and glanced at He Anrou, speaking seriously, "By the way, I want to clarify a rumor." "W-what?" He Anrou, who originally wanted to bring over the seafood congee, was startled by his words.

　　"I didn't save you on purpose.

　　I just happened to be next to you in that scene, and you almost fell onto me." Shen Heming paused again, frowned, "According to reason, I should ask you for medical expenses." "After all, I was injured because of you." He Anrou's face instantly turned pale, holding the seafood congee and left without saying a word.

　　It must be said that Shen Heming is also quite immune to love troubles to some extent.

　　I glanced at He Anrou and sympathized for a few seconds.

　　"Injured?" I haven't heard of that.

　　Shen Heming made a sound of agreement, pretending to casually raise his hand, revealing a faint scar on the back of his hand that was almost invisible: "Just a small injury." Although he said that, Shen Heming's gaze seemed to casually sweep over the nearby band-aid.

　　It was obvious that he was itching to move.

　　Me:...

　　Shen Heming stretched his hand in front of me, saying nothing.

　　I remained silent for a few seconds, considering the camera, and finally put a band-aid on his wound.

　　Shen Heming was satisfied.

　　I continued to prepare dinner.

　　"Hey, why are you still..." Seeing me continue to cut vegetables, Shen Heming became anxious, "We can just eat instant noodles!" I didn't even look up: "But you don't like instant noodles, do you?"

　　"Occasionally eating once is okay." Shen Heming still insisted stubbornly, "I have never eaten instant noodles before, but I suddenly wanted to give it a try today." I noticed Shen Heming's nervous gaze on my hand, probably because he was worried about leaving a psychological shadow.

　　I couldn't help but sigh.

　　Shen Heming has always been stubborn even after many years of his passing.

　　"Shen Heming." I looked up at him and smiled, "When I'm filming outside, I occasionally cook for myself.

　　I can still cook, but the food I make definitely can't compare to what you usually eat." "So, do you want to try it? It's my first time cooking for someone else." Maybe it was because I rarely spoke to Shen Heming with such a good attitude, or maybe it was because that "first time" pleasantly surprised him.

　　He rarely had his mouth shut.

　　He just stood there, rolled his throat uncomfortably, and then turned his face away.

　　Finally, he softly responded with an "uh" and anxiously added, "I can help you." I didn't refuse.

　　[To be honest, I was initially just joking about the CP (couple pairing) fans...] [Seeing Prince Taizi's appearance, he must have just had an epiphany!] [Who knows, ever since he revealed a little bit of thoughtfulness on the big screen, my brother has been completely smitten.

　　Just look at the cheap smile on his face, it's just a dinner!] [Brother, where did your cool and sarcastic personality go?!] However, no one paid attention to the barrage, and even the other guests consciously left empty seats.