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Gu Pan sat on the sofa in the living room, casually flipping through a magazine while gazing at the bustling cityscape outside the window. The skyscrapers shimmered with dazzling lights in the night, portraying a vibrant city. However, a hint of unease crept into her heart. Her father and stepmother were about to go abroad for work, leaving her and Zhou Ziheng in the spacious yet somewhat empty apartment. Despite her excitement for independent living, as a 16-year-old girl, she couldn't help but feel a bit shocked and lost.
Her stepmother, a gentle and caring lady, noticed Gu Pan's anxious look. Wearing a soft light blue knitted sweater, she walked over with a gentle stride, exuding a warm maternal smile as she gently stroked Gu Pan's hair. "Panny, don't worry. Ziheng will take care of you. Although he may seem lazy at times, he's already an adult and a reliable person."
Gu Pan looked up at her stepmother with tears in her eyes, a faint smile on her lips: "I know, Mom, but I will still miss you guys."
Zhou Ziheng, who had been playing with his phone on the other end of the couch, seemed indifferent to his surroundings. But upon hearing this, he couldn't help but raise his head, showing a lazy smile with a hint of teasing in his eyes: "Don't worry, little sister, if you need anything, just come to me. I will be your most reliable support. But you have to learn to solve some small problems on your own, you can't rely on your brother for everything."
stepmother smiled and said to Zhou Ziheng: " Ziheng, you have to be serious. After all, you are the master of the house now. If anything happens, you have to stand up first."
Zhou Ziheng stretched lazily and teased with a half-smile, "Of course, of course, how could I let my dear sister suffer? I will protect her responsibly." After saying that, he secretly thought, "This little sister is really a crybaby, but sometimes she's quite cute."
Gu Pan heard Zhou Ziheng's words, feeling somewhat annoyed on one hand, but also sensing a hint of comfort on the other. She glared at Zhou Ziheng and muttered, "Who needs your protection? I can handle it myself."
On the day their parents left, Gu Pan and Zhou Ziheng stood at the door, watching them leave. Tears welled up in Gu Pan's eyes, but she bit her lip, trying hard not to let the tears fall. Zhou Ziheng appeared nonchalant, but at the moment their parents' car disappeared around the street corner, a subtle and complex emotion flickered in his eyes. He turned to look at Gu Pan and softly said, "Don't cry, little sister, we will be fine."
Gu Pan nodded gently, her heart filled with complex emotions. There seemed to be anxiety, anticipation, and a hint of curiosity about the future. This kind of life, for her, was both a challenge and a brand new beginning.
With her parents' departure, Gu Pan and Zhou Ziheng began their life together. Despite her young age, Gu Pan always approached life with enthusiasm and vitality. She had a wide range of hobbies and always decorated the apartment with a youthful vibe.
One evening, Gu Pan decided to cook a meal by herself to give Zhou Ziheng a small surprise. She put on a cute apron and busied herself in the kitchen. From the outside, she looked like a lively and confident chef, but in reality, her cooking skills were not as impressive as her positive attitude. Due to lack of experience, the kitchen quickly turned into chaos. The oil in the pot started to smoke, and the flames suddenly leaped too high, causing Gu Pan, who was already a bit nervous, to become even more flustered.
"Brother, come and help!" Gu Pan anxiously called out, trying to regain control of the situation, but clearly feeling powerless.
Zhou Ziheng heard the shouting and lazily walked out of the room. He was wearing a loose T-shirt and sweatpants, moving with a lazy pace but with a playful expression on his face. When he saw the condition of the kitchen, he couldn't help but laugh, "Wow, are you trying to burn down the kitchen? Your cooking skills are truly amazing." His tone was full of teasing and genuine surprise.
Gu Pan looked at Zhou Ziheng awkwardly, with a worried expression, "This is not the time for jokes, help me put out the fire!" Helplessness and urgency were evident in her eyes.
Zhou Ziheng walked calmly into the kitchen and swiftly dealt with the fire. His movements appeared very professional, seemingly unaffected by the chaos around him. After extinguishing the fire, he turned around and looked at Gu Pan with a slightly embarrassed expression, couldn't help but say, "It seems like you should stay away from the kitchen. Next time, if you want to surprise me, why not just order takeout?" His eyes carried a kind reminder.
Gu Pan pouted, her expression a mix of anger and defiance, retorting, "Don't make fun of me, I'm just not very good at it. I'll do better next time." There was a hint of unwillingness in her voice.
Zhou Ziheng looked at Gu Pan with an Gu Pan expression, shook his head with a smile, and decided to cook by himself. His cooking skills were beyond Gu Pan's expectations, with skilled and efficient movements. The dishes he made were not only delicious but also nutritious. Gu Pan watched Zhou Ziheng in the kitchen with a mix of surprise and admiration.
"I didn't Gu Pan that you were so good at cooking. You've been hiding your skills," Gu Pan couldn't help but tease.
Zhou Ziheng turned back with a relaxed expression and replied, "This can be considered one of my hidden skills. However, if you keep surprising me like this, I'm afraid I'll have to practice my cooking skills more often."
That evening, they sat around the dining table, enjoying the carefully prepared dinner by Zhou Ziheng. The whole room was filled with the aroma of the food, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere. Gu Pan couldn't help but marvel as she ate, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and admiration.
She couldn't help but ask, "Brother, how can you cook such delicious food? You don't look like someone who can cook at all." Her tone was full of doubt and amazement.
Zhou Ziheng picked up the dishes while revealing a ruthless and cynical smile. He slowly said, "Because my mom's cooking is... well, it needs improvement. So I had to learn it myself." As he spoke, a hint of cunning and self-mockery flashed in his eyes.
Gu Pan listened and couldn't help but laugh. She picked up a piece of grilled meat with her chopsticks and said cheerfully, "It looks like I'll have to learn a lot from you in the future. I hope you can be patient and teach me."
The atmosphere of the dinner became relaxed and fun under Zhou Ziheng's teasing. The restaurant at home was warm and comfortable, with the orange light casting a soft glow on the dishes cooked by Gu Pan, adding a sense of warmth. Gu Pan sat across the table, her brows slightly furrowed, looking both annoyed and helpless. She held the chopsticks and gently poked at the food in the plate, apparently trying to restrain her emotions.
Zhou Ziheng leaned lazily against the back of the chair, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. He picked up a piece of meat and slowly put it into his mouth. After chewing for a while, he suddenly spoke, " Gu Pan, is my cooking not tasty? Your face is even redder than this dish. Is Xiao Tauzi angry again?"
Gu Pan glared at him, but couldn't help but smile. She had a lively and cheerful personality, and even when annoyed, she wouldn't stay angry for long. "Hmph, you just love teasing me. But don't get too cocky. When I learn to cook in the future, be careful not to provoke me, or I'll make you a bitter gourd feast."
Zhou Ziheng was first stunned when he heard this, then burst into a louder laughter. There was a hint of cunning in his smile, as if he didn't take the threat of Gu Pan to heart. "A bitter melon feast, that's certainly fresh, but why do I feel like you can't bear to part with it?"
"You..." Gu Pan bit her lip, but then smiled. Zhou Ziheng's character was lazy with a sharp tongue, but he always managed to bring joy to people unintentionally. She put down her chopsticks and said playfully, "Alright, brother, since you enjoy joking so much, I'll make you a 'heart-shaped bitter melon' next time, I guarantee it will be unforgettable."
Zhou Ziheng flashed a hint of surprise in his eyes, which was soon replaced by a smile. He pretended to be shocked and covered his heart, saying, "Oh my, my heart has been attacked by your love."
She made an angry expression, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, forming a relaxed smile. Being with Zhou Ziheng always made her forget the troubles and pressures of life, making her mood light and happy. There was a hint of gratitude in her eyes, a feeling that was incredibly precious to her as she began living independently.
In the kitchen after dinner, Gu Pan put on her floral apron and was busy cleaning up the dishes and washing them. Meanwhile, Zhou Ziheng lazily leaned against the kitchen door, one hand in his pocket, and the other gently swaying a glass filled with juice. His eyes seemed to be admiring Gu Pan's busy figure, but the smile on his lips revealed a hint of nonchalance.
Suddenly, he said, "Sister, if you're tired, I can help you." His voice carried a hint of teasing and laziness.
Gu Pan Turning to look at him, she flashed a playful smile and half-jokingly said, "No need, you better go rest and not cause any more trouble." Her tone was relaxed and confident, as if she didn't really expect him to help.
Zhou Ziheng Pretending to be hurt, he clutched his chest with an exaggerated expression, "Oh, am I not being kind? Looks like I won't be so eager next time." His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, clearly enjoying this little verbal sparring.
Gu Pan smiled, shook her head, and responded, "Alright, I'll consider letting you help next time." There was a hint of playfulness and tolerance in her voice. Then she turned back and continued washing the dishes with focus.
Zhou Ziheng watched Gu Pan's focused figure, and his smile deepened slightly. He gently pushed open the kitchen door and quietly left. Gu Pan's independence and strength filled the home with vitality. He slowly walked back to the living room, humming an off-key tune.
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