Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

His eyes swept across the unopened brown paper bag between the mattresses, and his voice unconsciously lowered: "Are you not ready to face it yet?"

"I want to stay with you."

Lin Xindie suddenly grabbed his sleeves, her knuckles turning blue and white from the force: "I'm not a porcelain doll to be protected, I'm a partner who can fight alongside you."

Her voice was still nasal, but her eyes were surprisingly bright.

Zhou Qi stroked the slightly hot corners of her eyes with his fingertips. This girl who always liked to hide in the corner of the studio reminded him of a butterfly pupa trembling on the eve of breaking out of its cocoon.

"Winter in the capital is very cold."

He unbuttoned his suit jacket and put it on her thin shoulders: "But there is a gallery called 'Skylark' that is in need of a fairy who can turn paint into magic."

Lin Xindie buried her face in her coat that smelled of cedar, and suddenly stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear:

"You know what? After meeting you, I finally dared to use warm colors on my palette."

She took a half step back and raised her face, and this time the tears finally stopped falling.

Zhou Qi picked up the file bag, gently stroked Lin Xindie's wrist with his fingertips, and slowly opened the seal.

A moment later, when the two walked out of the room, Lin Xindie had changed into a lilac spaghetti-strap tulle dress. Her collarbone, faintly visible under the tulle, shone with a pearly luster under the light of the corridor.

Just when they were halfway down the spiral staircase, Qiao Xuying's scream was accompanied by the crisp sound of metal utensils.

Zhou Qi rushed into the open kitchen in two steps. The scene in front of him made his pupils tremble slightly - three graceful figures were performing an absurd drama with the visitors from the deep sea.

The dying king crab was waving its huge claws with its last bit of strength. Qiao Xuying held up the frying pan lid as a shield, while Du Qianqian and Li Jiaxin huddled behind her like frightened quails.

The ice on the dining table melted into a winding stream, soaking Du Qianqian's lace skirt.

"Be careful with the pliers!" Qiao Xuying waved the soup spoon nervously, and her diamond-studded nails scratched fine marks on the metal handle.

The usually reserved young lady Li Jiaxin was barefoot at this moment and didn't even notice that the straps of her silk nightgown had slipped down.

The two-kilogram crustacean suddenly moved sideways, causing the three to scream in unison.

Zhou Qi leaned against the marble table, watching the farce with interest.

Although the king crabs that have been transported in cold chains all year round are showing their fangs and claws, they are actually at the end of their strength.

But it was Lin Xindie's sudden squatting action that made his heart tighten - he saw her leaning down calmly, and her hair falling down cast a flowing shadow on the crab shell.

"Xiaodie, don't touch her!" Qiao Xuying's warning was stuck in her throat.

Lin Xindie's slender fingers precisely grasped the depressions on both sides of the crab shell, lifting the restless creature off the ground as if she were holding up a fragile work of art.

The king crab's claws opened and closed in vain in the air, and finally fell down meekly.

The moment the tiptoes gently landed on the crab shell, the warm yellow chandelier in the restaurant reflected an amber halo on the surface of the crab shell.

Lin Xindie applied a little force with her slender ankle, and eight dark red crab legs immediately left messy water marks on the quartz countertop.

The three beauties held their breath at the same time, and the diamonds on their nails flickered slightly with their trembling fingertips.

When Lin Xindie lifted up her canvas shoes stained with sea salt, the third walking leg on the right side of the king crab suddenly twitched and hooked up, drawing a half arc in the air.

"Is this...solved?" Qiao Xuying's pearl earrings swayed slightly as she stepped back.

When Lin Xindie knelt on one knee, the hem of her linen skirt spread out gentle folds on the ground.

She lifted up the still twitching crustacean, the arc of her hair falling just enough to cover the sly smile lines at the corners of her lips: "It seems that more thorough physical persuasion is needed."

Zhou Qi was leaning against the wine cabinet and wiping the whiskey glass when the crisp sound of metal collision was heard.

He walked forward with interest, watching the Japanese willow-blade knife spinning on the chopping board, leaving a silver butterfly-like afterimage in Lin Xindie's palm.

When the crab claws fell, the cold light reflected from the back of the knife left a fleeting exclamation mark in Qiao Xuying's pupils.

"You can now enjoy your sashimi in peace."

Lin Xindie gently pushed the knife handle with her fingertips, and the knife slid accurately into the wooden knife holder.

This action made Zhou Qi notice the faint callus at the base of her right hand - a unique mark of those who have held a knife for a long time.

Zhou Qi picked up the still-warm knife, his playful eyes reflected on the steel surface: "Mind showing off your real skills?"

The airflow caused by the blade breaking through the air blew the dried baby's breath flowers next to the fruit plate.

Before anyone could see the movement clearly, the willow-bladed knife had already pierced the core of the Fuji apple. When the tip of the knife came out from the other side, it happened to pierce the lavender ribbon hanging from the edge of the fruit plate.

The pierced apple swayed slightly due to inertia, and the juice slowly condensed along the blade into amber drops that were about to fall.

“This is too mysterious!”

Qiao Xuying's fingertips trembled slightly as she looked at the neatly arranged seafood platter on the workbench.

The claws of the king crab glowed coldly in the icy mist, and the most surprising thing was that there was a thin layer of frost on the surface of the crab shell. This was a low-temperature preservation technique that they had never seen before.

Du Qianqian's eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she suddenly reached out and poked the crab shell covered with ice crystals: "This technique is just like magic, Master Lin, will you accept an apprentice?"

There is an unconcealable joy in the ending tone.

Lin Xindie was inserting the thawing knife into the crack of the ice layer. When she heard this, she paused for a moment: "Actually, the principle is very simple..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Jiaxin had already leaned over from the opposite side of the cooking counter, and the ends of her hair almost brushed against the cold crab claws.

"If you learn this, you can cure him?"

She pursed her red lips towards Zhou Qi, and the three girls burst into laughter.

The man who was named slowly wiped the kitchen knife, the silver light reflected from the blade passed over the corner of his upturned mouth: "You want to be the master of the house so much?"

The sudden scent of citrus passed over his nose, and Qiao Xuying had already tiptoed close to his ear: "We have to prepare a surprise for Boss Zhou."

Before he could finish his words, he was embraced in a warm embrace. Du Qianqian and Li Jiaxin were not spared either. The three of them fell into a ball like colorful butterflies falling into a spider web.

"You are a rebellious group!" Zhou Qi pretended to tighten his arms fiercely, but Qiao Xuying suddenly scratched his waist with her fingers.

The sudden burst of laughter startled the birds perched outside the window and caused ice crystals to fall from the kitchen counter, creating tiny rainbows in the morning light.

Lin Xindie was concentrating on adjusting the angle of the dish when she suddenly heard a cry for help: "Xiaodie, help me!"

Turning around, she saw four figures leaning against the kitchen counter. She locked onto Zhou Qi's weak spot with her knuckles bent and tapped lightly.

This acupoint-grabbing technique is much more effective than the girls' tickling attacks.

"Foul!"

Zhou Qi fell down on the wool carpet with a smile, his dark grey shirt already stained with cream.

Qiao Xueying took the opportunity to sit on him and press him down, and pretended to untie his watch with her slender fingers: "Boss Zhou is our prisoner now."

Du Qianqian pulled the cooking rope tacitly, but when she was tying the knot, she was amused by the sudden attack of fingertips and laughed to death.

Just as the ding-dong doorbell interrupted the melee, the cork of the wine bottle popped out.

In the sweet seafood mist, Qiao Xuying clinked her goblet with a clear sound: "Cheers to our great strategic victory!"