Hence, her initial plan was to rely on negative reviews to gain fame and then rely on this variety show to clear her name.
As long as she successfully cleared her name, she could easily occupy a place in the entertainment industry.
Many artistes relied on variety shows to clear their names.
And the success rate was very high.
Qiao Anxin believed that she could clear her name too.
And now was her chance to gain popularity.
That was her wishful thinking. Hence, even though she didn’t know how to cook, when Zhan Bo asked her, she still lied and said that she knew how to cook.
“You can cook?” Zhan Bo was a little surprised.
Qiao Anxin blinked guiltily and nodded. “Mm, I know some basic home-cooked dishes.”
But in fact, she didn’t know how to cook.
Like Zhan Bo, she only knew how to make instant noodles.
She had been pampered in the Qiao family all these years, so how could she do any housework?
Lin Huizhen felt that her daughter was destined to marry into a rich family. Many people would be serving her in the future, so she naturally wouldn’t teach her anything.
Qiao Anxin thought so too.
“You really know how to cook?” Zhan Bo was surprised. He was just asking casually and didn’t hold much hope.
“Just simple dishes.” Qiao Anxin lied. She felt so guilty that she didn’t dare to look him in the eye and kept blinking. “Doudou is hungry. Why don’t I go to the fridge and see what dishes are there?”
Zhan Bo stared at her for a few seconds, and his expression suddenly became unnatural. He covered his mouth and coughed. “Mm. Then, I’ll have to trouble you. I don’t know how to cook, so I’ll help you wash the vegetables?”
“No need, no need.” Qiao Anxin waved her hand as if she was very hardworking. “I can do it alone. Let me see what’s in the fridge first. Since there are three of us, I think we can make one meat dish and two vegetable dishes. What do you think?”
Zhan Bo’s expression became even more unnatural.
He recalled how unfriendly he was to Jiang Xinyue previously, but she didn’t mind it at all. pared to her magnanimity, it seemed like he wasn’t magnanimous enough.
Thinking of this, Zhan Bo felt bad.
His tone wasn’t as cold and distant now. It was more approachable and friendly. “Anything is fine. Just make it simple. I’m not picky, I’ll eat whatever you cook. But do you really not need my help?”
Qiao Anxin could feel the change in his attitude towards her.
Elated, she pretended to be more gentle. “There’s really no need. I can do it alone. When I’m done, Senior can e in and serve the dishes.”
The more Qiao Anxin didn’t want Zhan Bo to help, the more he felt bad.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he’d gone overboard.
Did he misunderstand Jiang Xinyue?
Perhaps she wasn’t such a scheming woman, and neither was she trying to ride on Qiao Mianmian’s popularity?
Perhaps she wasn’t as bad as he thought?
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