Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

In the kitchen, the fire alarm was ringing non-stop, and the kitchen was filled with water mist mixed with a burnt smell.

Black smoke filled the air.

Lin Xiaozhou coughed and ran out, his face stained with black stains. He scratched his head in embarrassment. “I-I was afraid that there was too much water in the chicken soup, so I… I poured some soup out…”

Essence was key! And that would apply to chicken soup as well!

Lin Xiaozhou had been playing less games for the past two days. All he could think about was Zhao Yan’s body.

He only wanted to take good care of his brother. His brother’s arm was as important as his own arm! Who would have thought that the chicken soup had been boiled dry, the casserole had been fried, and the kitchen had almost been destroyed…

“Lin, you have to cook the chicken soup slowly! If you don’t know how to cook, don’t touch the kitchen! My goodness, I worked so hard to make the chicken soup!” The nanny was heartbroken.

Lin Xiaozhou stood aside awkwardly.

Gu Chu sighed like a little adult, “Brother Xiaozhou, you’d better stay away from the kitchen in the future.”

In the past two days, Lin Xiaozhou had done many things to make up for the guilt in his heart.

For example, he was afraid that the water would touch Zhao Yan’s wound, so he offered to help Zhao Yan take a bath.

For example, when he knew that it was inconvenient for Zhao Yan to drive with an injured arm, he took the initiative to drive him to work. Of course, just because Lin Xiaozhou was good with cars in the game, it did not mean that he could drive a car in reality. After he almost hit the telephone pole, Zhao Yan tactfully refused Lin Xiaozhou’s offer to drive him, and ordered him not to drive again in the future.

For example, Lin Xiaozhou focused on cooking for Zhao Yan, and Zhao Yan ate a plate of burnt egg fried rice with a smile on his face. He even tactfully stopped Lin Xiaozhou from entering the kitchen.

“Sigh, I’m really useless. Other than playing games, I’m useless.” Lin Xiaozhou sat back on the sofa resentfully. His handsome face was filled with defeat and sadness.

Gu Chu held the milk cake and said seriously, “Brother Xiaozhou, you’re very useful. Don’t be discouraged.”

After all, in Uncle’s heart, your status was extraordinary.

After all, the wife must be pampered.

…

At night, the rain outside the house did not stop.

The nanny made many dishes. Lin Xiaozhou felt extremely guilty. He kept putting food into Zhao Yan’s bowl with his chopsticks. Soon, Zhao Yan’s bowl was piled up with food like a mountain.

Zhao Yan’s face, which had always been cold, did not seem to have any expression.

It was only the corner of his mouth that occasionally curled up, revealing his good mood.

Gu Chu held her bowl and ate her rice. She thought to herself, am I eating rice? No, I’m just third-wheeling.

“Oh right, Zhao, Sister Manxi, Red Hearts has helped me pick up a game advertisement.” Lin Xiaozhou thought of something serious. “Chuchu has tomorrow off. Why don’t I bring Chuchu along?”

The public opinion had already subsided. Now, all the Kid fans on the Internet were waiting for Lin Xiaozhou to rebroadcast.

Red Hearts had specially picked up an advertisement for a large-scale online game for Lin Xiaozhou, planning on using it to announce that Lin Xiaozhou had moved to Red Hearts and became the gold-medal streamer.

“I want to go, I want to go!” Gu Chu was worried that her days would be too boring, so she quickly raised her fair and tender little hands. “Mommy, Uncle, I want to play with Brother Xiaozhou!”

Gu Manxi frowned slightly and thought for a moment. “Big Brother, I’m not going to work tomorrow. I’ll go with Chuchu too. She likes to play. I want to watch over her.”

Gu Chu’s little face was stern, and she said in a childish voice, “Mommy, Chuchu doesn’t like to play at all. It’s just that the world is very big. I want to go and take a look at it.”

Her serious tone and cute voice made the people on the table laugh non-stop.

The harmonious atmosphere was broken by the hurried footsteps of the nanny. The chubby nanny in her forties gasped, “Mr. Zhao, it’s bad. Mr. Lin’s blanket in the garden has been soaked by the rain.”