The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 1647 - 1637: Gift (Part 1)

"Tch, if you hadn’t mentioned it, I wouldn’t have bothered to know." Xia Siyu isn’t the type to be pretentious. She’s certainly curious, but only when it’s something she’s interested in. If she’s not interested in you, even if you streak in front of her, she wouldn’t be bothered; she might even disdain your physique.

Bo Yan just smiled, looking at the ingredients she bought: "Are you going to make last night’s barbecue?"

Xia Siyu nodded, Bo Yan said: "Then it needs to be prepared first."

"I’ll help too!" Xia Siyu is quite passionate about the food she loves. Bo Yan didn’t decline her help, just said: "You saw last night’s barbecue, the key is the pre-marinated sauce. I’ll check the basic recipe first, then you can make it and refine the taste."

"Alright!" Xia Siyu nodded. Bo Yan looked up, besides using soy sauce, oyster sauce, and sugar as seasonings, the crucial ingredient was flavored oil. It’s made by simmering canola oil with scallions, ginger, star anise, fennel, cinnamon, bay leaves, cardamom, amomum tsao-ko, and cumin seeds. After frying, the spices are discarded, leaving only the oil for mixing.

The kitchen provided by the program isn’t equipped professionally, so spices will be used as available.

Bo Yan first simmered the flavored oil. While waiting, he sliced the bought meat, organizing it properly. He let Xia Siyu mix the sauce according to her mood, and once the flavored oil was ready and filtered, mix it with the sauce.

"Let me do it!" Xia Siyu put on gloves, applying the sauce to each slice of meat. Even before grilling, the aroma of meat filled the air.

Xia Siyu applied the sauce, Bo Yan had some spare time to slice onion and celery, mixing them with the meat, then placing it in the fridge to marinate for a few hours.

Xia Siyu’s mouth was almost watering: "Will three pounds of meat be enough?" She felt she could eat a pound by herself. Even without considering Shang Feifei’s appetite, Bo Yan and Han Yifan, as two grown men, surely wouldn’t need less, right?

"No worries, let’s make some roasted sweet potatoes too. I just saw them at the market, I’ll go buy some."

Xia Siyu nodded; after dealing with those things, she was hungry again. She had woken up early and, by now, five hours had passed without eating. She and Bo Yan hadn’t eaten many of the morning dumplings and had given some to Han Yifan and Shang Feifei, but there were still some left.

At noon, they reheated the leftover dumplings and steamed buns, enjoying a satisfying meal. After eating, Xia Siyu rubbed her round belly, still eyeing the marinated meat in the fridge.

Bo Yan asked her, "Are we grilling in the yard tonight?"

Xia Siyu looked puzzled: "What else?"

"Nothing."

Grilling in the yard meant that the damp bedding couldn’t be dried there, and without dry bedding, they couldn’t sleep comfortably. It also meant he would still share a room with Xia Siyu tonight.

But, appearances had to be kept.

After a full meal, Xia Siyu couldn’t simply take a nap. While Bo Yan washed and hung the sheets, she assisted him. White sheets fluttered on the line, and Bo Yan quietly hoped it’d stay clear all afternoon.

Afterward, Xia Siyu took a nap while Bo Yan went to the market, genuinely buying some sweet potatoes. Yet, on his way back, he detoured to the old town. The shirt was still there; he asked about the price, which was just over a hundred.

With transportation factored in, their remaining budget was eighty, meaning they exceeded by twenty or thirty. But Bo Yan hesitated and ultimately bought the shirt.

The program has a rule: bringing items is unrestricted. Hence, Bo Yan brought coffee, tea, and snacks. However, within this program, no personal money could be spent; all expenses must be under three hundred.

Exceeding that isn’t prohibited, but it requires accepting a penalty.

Seeing Bo Yan buying a shirt, the photographer was slightly surprised: "Mr. Bo, after spending this, there might not be enough left for a taxi to the airport, right?"

His implication was incomplete, suggesting that Xia Siyu would absolutely refuse to take a bus and metro to hurriedly catch a flight. Moreover, this time the program was clearly asking for luggage to accompany them, unlike last time when they only needed to arrive at the airport on time.

"No problem, I have a plan."

Last time was really tight; even bus fare was insufficient. But this time, after purchasing the shirt, about a hundred remained. This amount was enough for two to catch the airport shuttle bus. The plan was to first take a taxi to the shuttle bus stop, allowing funds to suffice.

Alternatively, he could accept the penalty and handle things himself.

Or perhaps...

A shirt costing over a hundred is trivial for them usually. But now, it’s their two-day food budget.

Still, he remembered how good Xia Siyu looked wearing the shirt last night. Spending money on such things is what makes it worthwhile.

After returning with the shirt, Bo Yan intended not to return it, so he promptly cut off the tag and washed it. After washing, he hung it beside the sheets to dry. The shirt, fluttering with the sheets, exuded an inexplicable mysterious vibe.

For the rest of the time, he wasn’t idle. During the trip to the market, he also bought charcoal. Tonight’s barbecue will use an open flame, with charcoal below. He cleaned out the charcoal grill slightly and washed the stone slab, placing it atop the grill.

The fire wasn’t lit yet, but he washed the sweet potatoes. Once the fire’s lit, they can be put into the fire and even the skin would be edible.

After completing all of this, despite being tired, a certain satisfaction enveloped him wholly. Simply seeing the clean grill and sheets with clothes hanging in the yard created a kind of ordinary happiness. No need for lavish houses or luxurious food; just a warm little home and having her was enough.

Just when Bo Yan finished tidying up, Xia Siyu woke from her nap, washed up, and groggily stepped outside, catching sight of the fluttering shirt.

She thought she might be hallucinating, stepping back inside to close the door.

Opening it again, the shirt was still there, now she was convinced: "Did you buy it?"

She didn’t need to ask, seeing the shirt, if it wasn’t Bo Yan who bought it, did it fall from the sky? Or was it kindly bought by the program team?

Bo Yan didn’t speak, just smiled: "If we exceed the budget, then I’ll handle the task."

Xia Siyu ignored that statement, simply saying: "Quick, take it down, I want to try it on."