She gave Yuanyuan a call, asking her to bring over some ingredients. Then, after seriously watching a lot of videos, she put on an apron, ready to make tangyuan.

Pei Yan walked over from the living room in slippers, "What are you fussing about?"

Qin Yun looked back at him, her nose and face covered in flour, innocently saying, "I want to make some tangyuan to eat."

Pei Yan squinted his eyes and laughed. He reached up to wipe off the flour from Qin Yun’s face, "Need any help?"

"Yes, you can knead the dough. I’ve already added flour and water many times. Clearly, I followed the proportions in the video, but the result is just not the same—it’s either too runny or too dry."

Qin Yun was also quite desperate; she thought she was being self-sufficient, but the reality was completely different.

Pei Yan couldn’t help but laugh aloud.

His unserious attitude made Qin Yun narrow her eyes dangerously, threatening, "Are you laughing at me?"

Hearing this, Pei Yan immediately toned down his expression and said sincerely, "No, I’m just happy."

Qin Yun looked at him skeptically, "Happy about what?"

Pei Yan spoke with such sincerity, "Happy that you personally came to the kitchen to make tangyuan for me."

After speaking, he paused and added, "I’m very touched, thank you, honey."

Completely forgetting how Qin Yun had once cooked him a blackened tomato scrambled egg, which he disdainfully refused to eat.

But now he could so calmly praise Qin Yun for cooking for him herself.

However, despite Pei Yan’s sincerity, Qin Yun still suspected he was just humoring her.

So, she added another big spoonful of flour to the dough bowl and pushed it in front of Pei Yan, "Oh, then start your performance."

Yuanyuan laughed uncontrollably on the side. She sought Qin Yun’s opinion and set up a phone to open the live stream.

Qin Yun crossed her arms, standing beside Pei Yan, instructing, "Too much flour."

Pei Yan cooperatively added a bit of water and started kneading the dough.

Pei Yan was wearing a grey loungewear set, while Qin Yun’s was pink—the styles were exactly the same, clearly a couple’s set.

Fans flooded into the live stream, including those of Qin Yun and Pei Yan.

Since the couple publicized their marriage, fans from both sides couldn’t see eye to eye. Mainly, Pei Yan’s fans took issue with Qin Yun’s fans, leading to Qin Yun’s fans not thinking much of Pei Yan’s fans either.

But when outsiders targeted the couple, they united in solidarity, forming an amusing scene.

[Wow, is this really brother? How could he be standing in the kitchen, kneading dough with such a gentle face? This is a scene I couldn’t even dream of; why is this man so excellent, and why is he someone else’s husband? It’s so infuriating.]

[Oh my, Yunyun is just standing and watching, directing, not even helping a bit. Sorry, everyone, poorly taught, excuse us.]

[Hahaha, hilarious, household status is crystal clear.]

[Looks like even the coolest guy listens to his wife at home; locally, we call this ’henpecked’!]

[The comment above should say less; this is called making appropriate compromises for family harmony. This shows how smart our brother is, right?]

[Ridiculous, appropriate compromises for family harmony; I almost believed it.]

[Look at them leaning in closely, isn’t it just like posing for a photo?]

[I can’t stand it; this image is so cute. If they have kids in the future, the little ones will be standing by watching them, ignored; it perfectly shows they are true love, and the children are accidents.]

[You’re overthinking; if they have kids, I’d definitely take the kids away so they can continue showing their love. It’s the least I can do for them.]

[Oh no, my brain is itching; I’m about to get love-struck; what should I do?]

[Upstairs, cut it out; second one half off, welcome to Provincial Second Hospital.]

[Hahaha.]

The live stream chat was lively, with the two fanbases usually at odds seemingly speaking past each other, focusing on their idols. In particularly joyful moments, they temporarily ignored their differences to passionately discuss when the couple might have kids.

Yuanyuan watched the rapidly scrolling comments, looking at Sister Yun and Mr. Pei with great envy.

Having been in the entertainment circle for so long, she had seen many celebrity couples, but it’s rare to see ones with such great relationships.

"I don’t know when I’ll have my day; let alone fans getting love-struck, I’m consuming this dog food every day, and I also want to fall in love."

Yuanyuan casually handed out hundreds of red envelopes in the live stream, fans grabbing them while shipping the couple, critiquing their culinary skills. Although the process of making tangyuan wasn’t very perfect, surprisingly, the number of viewers continued to grow, even attracting lots of outsiders who came in laughing loudly at the couple’s constant failures.

Qin Yun added flour to Pei Yan’s mixture for the fifth time, looking at the sticky dough despondently, "Pei Yan, I feel like your image in my heart is irrevocably gone."

She wanted to eat tangyuan already, but this speed clearly couldn’t satisfy her.

"One more time, trust me."

Pei Yan looked calm, but his words held no credibility.

Qin Yun looked at him mournfully; although she didn’t believe him, she still cooperatively added a bit more flour.

Pei Yan seriously kneaded the dough, but found it hard, requiring more water.

"Try again."

Pei Yan earnestly asked Qin Yun to add more water.

The live stream filled with laughter.

[This is killing me, hahaha, my stomach hurts. I’ve seen brother cooking on shows, looking quite stylish, but after today’s live stream, it’s clear brother isn’t omnipotent. Watching him struggle reassures me.]

[Thanks to Yunyun for showing us Pei Yan’s true colors; his skill is even worse than mine.]

[How can Qin Yun exploit brother like this? Obviously, this isn’t right; things might go wrong. Give me the address, and I’ll go over immediately to guide brother on-site.]

[Hahaha, is tangyuan not happening today? Didn’t you see the despair in Qin Yun’s eyes? She’s really hungry; just order takeout, don’t idolize brother too much; he’s just human!]

[Hilarious, stomach hurts, can’t take it; need to calm down.]

[My stomach hurts too, but I can’t bring myself to leave. You must know that it isn’t easy to see brother like this, right?]

[I also want a boyfriend like this.]

[Upstairs, wake up; not every man is Pei Yan, and not every man treats his wife like this.]

[Wash up and sleep; dreaming during the day, but I also want a boyfriend like this. May I ask, is it provided by the country?]

[Is this a marriage ambassador? The country should pay for this, right?]