Surrounded By My Yandere Ex-Girlfriend On The Romance Reality Show

26 The School Beauty Cried Over a Bowl of Fish Noodle Soup (1 / 2)

The fish powder was ready, served on the table, the aroma wafting through the air.

Everyone was stunned, heaping praise upon Fangzhou’s culinary skills.

“Bro, are you interested in a franchise? With you on board, my chain restaurant is sure to grow stronger.”

Sun Haotian, the owner of a restaurant chain, always sought to recruit those with cooking talent.

Others took the opportunity to tease, “Sun bro, aren’t you afraid Fangzhou will take over your boss’s spot? Hahaha.”

“Hahaha, not at all, the boss’s seat is always for the capable. If bro really has the skill, it’s his for the taking.”

The men laughed and joked, and Fangzhou joined in with a smile, urging, “Come on, guys, don’t flatter me too much, try the fish soup first. If it’s not to your taste, just say so, and I’ll make you a clear soup.”

Han Xi, with a ‘do not approach’ expression, was the first to scoop a bit of fish soup into his mouth.

The fresh sweetness immediately conquered his taste buds, the fish’s freshness mingling in the soup, filling his hungry stomach, making it feel like every pore in his body was opening up.

“Not bad, quite delicious.”

Even the usually reticent Han Xi had such praise, prompting everyone to start drinking.

Indeed, good cooking doesn’t lie; one whiff and you know if it’s tasty.

Qiao Sisi also took a sip, smilingly complimenting Fangzhou’s cooking.

“Really delicious, worthy of Chef Fang.” If only I could drink this every day.

The latter sentence, Qiao Sisi said in her heart.

In fact, when she was with Fangzhou before, she rarely had the chance to eat his cooking.

Back then, she was a minor celebrity in the entertainment industry, struggling every day for her future, with food and lodging mostly on set.

Every meeting with Fangzhou was a timed date, and as soon as time was up, she had to leave, enjoying the dates he meticulously arranged.

So, she had a deep impression of Fangzhou’s cooking skills.

Back then, she would lazily wrap her arms around Fangzhou’s waist, accompanying him in the kitchen like a clingy koala, and he would tease her, “Do your fans know how clingy you are?”

How did Qiao Sisi respond? She said, “My fans are still few, I’ll think about that when I have more.”

As fate would have it, her fans did increase, but the man she could rely on wholeheartedly was gone, and even the meals he made could only be shared with others.

Qiao Sisi glanced over; Fangzhou was still busy in the kitchen, not coming over to eat.

She lowered her eyes, using the act of eating to cover the possessiveness in her heart.

Having met someone as warm as the sun, how could she bear to return to the darkness to endure loneliness alone?

Most people were enjoying the delicious taste, but one person was still unmoved.

She wore a light yellow dress, her black, beautiful hair tied behind her, matched with a hairband of the same color, enhancing her already pure aura.

Chu Xinran stared at the fish pieces in her bowl, outwardly calm, but something dark was already crawling inside her heart.

Fish soup? Why fish?

Could it be that Fangzhou forgot she was allergic to fish? Or did he want to punish her in this way, to test the depth of her sincerity?

Chu Xinran had been allergic to fish since childhood, avoiding fish and fish-based products whether at home or dining out.

The only time she ate fish as an adult was shortly after she started dating Fang Zhou. To cheer her up, Fang Zhou prepared a lavish meal in his rental, the centerpiece being a grilled fish.

It was meticulously crafted, scored with decorative cuts and marinated for hours before being carefully roasted in the oven.

Not wanting to disappoint Fang Zhou, Chu Xinran thought one bite wouldn’t hurt.

But that one bite landed her in the hospital.

The doctor sighed at the young Fang Zhou, “Don’t you know your girlfriend is allergic to fish? Allergies don’t care about the amount; even a touch can have serious consequences!”

Fang Zhou was nearly consumed by guilt, apologizing with teary eyes and staying by her side in the hospital for three days until she was discharged.

At that time, Chu Xinran felt she was the happiest person in the world.

However, as happy as she was then, she is equally heartbroken now.

Fang Zhou had forgotten, forgotten her allergy to fish, forgotten her rash-covered body and her gasping for air in the emergency room.

Everyone moves on in life, forgetting the past is normal, but Chu Xinran couldn’t accept Fang Zhou forgetting something so vital to her survival.

Darkness grew in her heart, like a beast slowly baring its fangs, ready to devour her and those around her.

While everyone else was laughing and chatting, she was falling into an endless abyss.

The pure white jasmine was abandoned in the night, with nothing left to illuminate its world.

“Xinran, why aren’t you eating?”

Tang Wan gently nudged Chu Xinran’s arm, puzzled.

She had called out to Chu Xinran several times, who seemed to be lost in thought. Worried the fish soup would cool down and lose its taste, Tang Wan nudged her.

In that moment, Chu Xinran’s reason returned, the chaos in her eyes fading to clarity.

“Eat? How could I miss out on something so delicious?”

Chu Xinran smiled and reached for the fish with her chopsticks.

In her heart, she thought: Fang Zhou, if this is your test for me, then I accept it with relish.

Just as the white fish was about to reach Chu Xinran’s mouth, a hand reached out and grasped her slender wrist.

“Wait.”

It was Fang Zhou stopping her.

All eyes turned to them, curious.

Chu Xinran looked at Fang Zhou, as if to ask something but remained silent.

“What’s wrong, Fang Zhou?”

Tang Wan found it odd, why wouldn’t he let Chu Xinran have breakfast?

“Are you forgetting you’re allergic to fish?”

Fang Zhou took the chopsticks from Chu Xinran, placing the fish back into the bowl, then pointed towards the kitchen and said, “I made you some lean meat noodles, go eat that instead.”

“This bowl is mine, I forgot to tell you earlier.”

His tone and demeanor were utterly natural, betraying no other signs.

Chu Xinran stood up blankly, took a few steps, and indeed saw a bowl of steaming lean meat noodles.

While everyone was still curious about how Fang Zhou knew, he answered with a smile, “Xinran told me the day before yesterday during dinner.”

In truth, it was an excuse Fang Zhou had casually made up, not wanting to delve into the past.

In an unnoticed corner, a girl in a pale yellow dress blinked gently, a tear falling down.

So, you haven’t forgotten.

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