She Only Cares About Cultivation-Chapter 1005 - 861: Super Star 35 (4000)

"So what if you heard that? I’ve been eating instant noodles for three days already. You can’t be reached, Liang An says he needs some personal space, no disturbances outside of work hours, and I can’t cook. It’s the holiday season, and there aren’t many places open selling food, and what’s available I’m tired of. So I’m stuck gnawing on instant noodles. What’s wrong with me cursing at you? I haven’t even hit you!"

Watching the man frustratedly fiddle with that tuft of hair on his forehead, Hua Yan just felt it was ridiculously childish.

"Are you done with work? Huh? I’m just curious, are celebrities really this free? Why do I see those big stars acting all busy like they’re someone’s lackey?"

"You mentioned big stars. I’m a small star, 18th tier and beyond, okay? I’m begging you, stop playing tough, hurry up and make me some food, I’m starving!"

Hua Yan casually glanced around at the room’s interior. She found that this guy was quite tidy, neatly placing the trash bags by the door instead of just tossing things into the sink and leaving them, and the floor was clean.

"No one came to pick up the trash these past few days, so I had to leave it by the door."

Hua Yan nodded without saying much, went to the fridge to get some fish, shrimp, and crab meat, planning to make him a proper meal, after all, it’s the holiday, one should eat well.

While she was busy in the kitchen, this guy hugged a laptop, holding an apple, sat on the sofa, watching videos while eating.

At first, she thought he was watching a TV series until some professional terms came out of the laptop, then she realized: "You bought an online course?"

"Yeah, a three-year high school course. I think what they teach online is enough for me to summarize. I don’t need a tutor anymore, online classes are more flexible; I can study whenever I want. In the next six months, I still have to find time for filming and gigs, so I don’t have much free time. As for hiring a private tutor, forget it!"

"Then your textbooks..." Ling Yao pointed to a suitcase in the corner: "See that suitcase? It’s full of review materials and textbooks. I plan to listen to it all first, then study with the books. Don’t worry, since I said I’d take the test, I’ll definitely get into the Film Academy for you."

Hua Yan gave him an approving look: "Seeing how hard you work, I’ll make you a meal with six dishes and a soup for lunch, just wait."

Considering this guy’s childlike taste buds, she couldn’t whip up anything too fancy, just simple home-cooked meals.

Coke Chicken Wings, Braised Pork, Spicy Shrimp, Steamed Crab, Fish with Pickled Vegetables, Mapo Tofu, and finally, a Nori Tofu Soup.

These are all Ling Yao’s favorites, not caring about meat or vegetarian balance. The fresh kelp soup could replace vegetables, since nori is just as nutritious as green vegetables, and she chose tender tofu, which is best for soups, stored in her space, keeping it fresh until now.

Ling Yao has an unmistakably Chinese palate, accepting all spicy, salty, sweet, and sour flavors. He devoured the meal, making her watch in awe.

"Yeah, the food you make suits my taste the best. After eating so much, I need to find a place to digest it. Will you go for a walk with me in the park this afternoon?"

Hua Yan widened her eyes, "Even if I go out, I wouldn’t go with you. You’re a celebrity, getting attention wherever we go, no way!"

"I’m not as famous as you think, OK? At best, I’m a C-lister, far from top-tier, not everyone knows me. Maybe I’m popular among elementary and middle schoolers, but who else even recognizes me?"

"I couldn’t tell, you’re very accurate in placing yourself."

Ling Yao scoffed, "Nonsense, I’ve always been clear about this, alright?"

"Still not going. Even if you’re a C-lister, you’re still a celeb; I don’t want that hassle. If you really can’t hold back, go by yourself. I’ll just stay home and practice yoga."

Yoga?

Ling Yao’s eyes lit up, "I can do yoga too. You can teach me, right?"

"No interest, don’t want to teach." Hua Yan bluntly rejected and went directly to her room: "I need to study, don’t disturb me."

Ling Yao, naturally feeling overlooked, felt he had no presence in front of Hua Yan.

But with the gym closed and other places crowded or requiring driving and parking, he, although having a driver’s license, hated Beijing’s traffic, always jammed, testing his patience. After thinking for half a day, not knowing what to do, he simply went back to his room to stay in!