Qin Xin didn't take it to heart, and instead gently smoothed Ding Dou's hair:
"It's fine, there's no such thing as high or low in professions. Chefs are amazing, you need talent and skill for that. Anyway, in this lifetime I am never going to cook a decent meal, so I really admire chefs."
Ding Dou gave a shy smile.
The strands of hair where Qin Xin's hand had passed seemed to be dancing excitedly.
Jing Zhichen, standing beside him, turned his head to glance at the two of them.
There are actually women in this world who aren't good at cooking?
He fell into thought.
Then he quietly reminded, "Ding Dou, your sister's result is about to come out."
Qin Xin turned her head and casually followed up, "Oh? You sure do keep an eye on Ding Yu. Looks like the gossip has some truth to it—maybe you two would make a good pair."
Jing Zhichen's face was full of awkwardness: "..."
He'd only wanted to divert her attention away from Ding Dou; who knew he'd shoot himself in the foot.
