?72: Chapter 72: Chopping Onions, Shedding Tears 72: Chapter 72: Chopping Onions, Shedding Tears “Forget it, I’ll do it!” Ye Feng was somewhat speechless.

    If Liu Sisi were to cook, Ye Feng seriously doubted whether she would turn perfectly good food into something lethal.

    “Hehe,” Liu Sisi giggled mischievously, swiftly putting down the knife and pulling on Ye Feng’s hand, pleading in a low voice, “Then can I follow you and learn to cook?”

    “Alright!

    Just don’t mess things up.” Ye Feng let go of Liu Sisi’s delicate hand, tied on an apron, and agreed to her request.

    “Don’t worry!

    I have a high talent, I will learn quickly,” Liu Sisi chirped, nodding vigorously as she bragged like a self-promoting veggie vendor.

    Seeing that Ye Feng wasn’t paying her any attention, she finally quieted down.

    Carrots, corn, and a hen—Ye Feng planned to make a chicken soup with these three ingredients, as Liu Yajing was injured and needed nourishment.

    Onions, garlic sprouts, green peppers, and pork belly—Ye Feng intended to stir-fry these four ingredients.

    His cooking style always involved stir-frying many things together, creating flavors that seemed quite delicious.

    A single dish could offer a multitude of flavors, very appetizing indeed.

    Since there were only three of them, Ye Feng didn’t plan to make many dishes; these two would be enough.

    Ye Feng first cut the carrots into chunks, then sliced the corn into sections, and together with the prepared and fried hen, put everything into a clay pot to stew on low heat.

    Next, he skillfully sliced the pork belly.

    Seeing Ye Feng’s proficient movements, Liu Sisi felt very ashamed.

    Even a boy could cook so well, yet she, a girl, couldn’t.

    “Let me help you?

    How do you deal with this onion?” Liu Sisi couldn’t wait to learn to cook and chose the onion, ready to prepare it.

    “This?

    Cut it into strips about 1CM wide, then peel them apart layer by layer,” Ye Feng said, amused as Liu Sisi had picked the onion.

    Onions were easy to cut but were notorious for making eyes water, often causing involuntary tears.

    He almost envisioned Liu Sisi peeling onions while tears streamed down her face, which would surely be a beautiful sight.

    “OK!” Hearing how simple it sounded, Liu Sisi clumsily picked up the knife and carefully started to chop the onion.

    After cutting for a while, Liu Sisi felt that something was amiss.

    Her heart clearly wasn’t sad, yet why were her eyes unexpectedly moist, as if she would burst into tears the next second?

    “Wuu...

    Wuu...” Indeed, before Liu Sisi could grasp what was happening, tears uncontrollably flowed down, and she even involuntarily began to sob softly, as if she had been deeply wronged, feeling exceptionally stuffed up and heartbroken.

    “Ouch!

    What’s wrong?

    Did you cut yourself?

    Let me see,” Ye Feng asked with feigned ignorance, despite knowing what the outcome would be.

    While pretending to be concerned, Ye Feng also casually lifted Liu Sisi’s delicate little hand, acting as if he were carefully examining it.

    A fragrant scent filled the air!

    Smelling the fragrance from his embrace, Ye Feng was instantly intoxicated.

    The feeling was too wonderful, and for that moment, he even imagined Liu Sisi as Chen Ling, whom he dearly loved.

    “I didn’t cut my hand, let go of me,” Liu Sisi said, feeling that their current position was inappropriate.

    She pouted and quickly pushed Ye Feng away.

    “You bad guy, taking advantage of others.” After pushing Ye Feng away, Liu Sisi pouted her lips and said shyly.

    “Wasn’t I just worried about you?” However, what sort of person was Ye Feng?

    His skin was thicker than a city wall; admitting he was taking advantage of her was harder than reaching the heavens.

    “That’s strange, if you didn’t cut yourself, why the tears?

    You had me worried for nothing.” Ye Feng reaped the benefits and then turned it around to play the blame game—indeed, that was his style.

    Not only did he play the blame game, Ye Feng also acted as if he was annoyed, for acting must be thorough.

    But performing a play in front of a professional actor, wouldn’t his act be seen through?

    “How would I know?

    I just felt like crying for no reason; you must have done something,” Liu Sisi said, unaware that onions could cause eye irritation and not knowing how to defend herself.

    Moreover, it was a break time, and Liu Sisi didn’t seem to notice Ye Feng’s clumsy acting, allowing him to get away with it by a fluke.

    But as the saying goes, you may avoid the first day of the month but not the fifteenth; once Liu Sisi talked to someone who knew how to cook, she would find out that Ye Feng had deceived her, and by then, he would be lucky to escape without a scolding.

    “Wuu...

    Wuu...

    Could it be the onion causing the issue?

    No, I want to switch with you,” but Ye Feng seemed unable to wait for Liu Sisi to consult someone else, as he might be caught in the act now, for she had already cleverly suspected the onion.

    “How could the onion be the problem?

    I don’t believe it; let’s switch, and you’ll see I’m fine,” Ye Feng continued to argue, thinking that his strong constitution and exceptional endurance would allow him to overcome the sting of the onion.

    “Wuu...

    Wuu...” After enduring for a few seconds, Ye Feng could no longer take it and started to cry softly.

    “Damn, these onions are really powerful.

    Who bought these?

    They are so irritating!”

    “Good!

    You lied to me, I’ll beat you to death.” Once Ye Feng accidentally revealed he knew about the onion’s effects, and upon realizing this, Liu Sisi immediately became unhappy, picked up the garlic sprouts, and started hitting him with it.

    Ye Feng wanted to dodge, but the kitchen space was too small.

    He was afraid that dodging aggressively would damage the kitchen equipment or spill the chicken soup, so he stood helplessly in place, allowing the garlic sprouts to strike his body.

    “Let you bully me, let you deceive me, I’ll beat you to death.” Liu Sisi grew more enthusiastic with each swing of the garlic sprouts, muttering her dissatisfaction as though venting her strong displeasure.

    “I’m wrong!

    Isn’t it enough that I admitted my mistake?” Seeing that the garlic sprouts were about to be damaged, Ye Feng promptly surrendered, not wanting his stir-fry to lack such an essential ingredient.