Do I look like that kind of person to you

Nightfall, 8 PM.

A riverside villa worth tens of millions—though not as grand or luxurious as the Xu Family's estate—was still undeniably impressive.

It had everything one could ask for, far more lavish than your average villa.

This was one of Queen Lin's properties.

And at this very moment,

our Queen Lin

was lounging on the plush sofa in her living room.

Lin An'an herself felt a surreal sense of disbelief!

After endless coaxing,

sweet-talking,

and deploying every trick in the book—

she had finally managed to drag Xu Mo to her home.

She’d even convinced him to cook.

Of course,

she’d promised to do the dishes afterward.

Not a big deal for her.

Though she came from a well-off family,

she hadn’t grown up spoiled or lazy.

Back to the point—

She’d successfully lured him in,

and now he was busy in the kitchen.

Lin An'an had even offered to help,

but Xu Mo had outright refused without hesitation.

His reasoning?

"Women only slow me down in the kitchen!"

That had pissed her off royally.

Fine, fine.

If he didn’t want free labor,

so be it. Mr. High-and-Mighty Xu Mo could handle it himself.

*"Ugh, I’m so hungry (๑´ㅂ`๑)."* Curled up on the sofa with her chin resting on her knees, Lin An'an resembled a listless, good-for-nothing sloth.

After a pause, she couldn’t help muttering to herself,

*"His cooking… can’t possibly be that bad, right?"*

This wasn’t baseless speculation.

It stemmed from Lin An'an’s own… culinary shortcomings.

While most people’s cooking might cost you money,

hers could cost you your life.

Hence, throughout her years in the industry,

she’d never dared to join any cooking-themed variety shows.

*"Nobody’s perfect, right?"*

*"Hmm, what’s that smell?"*

Her delicate nose twitched as her gaze drifted away from the TV.

Well,

the TV was on,

but only for ambiance—

to fill the awkward silence.

A glorified background prop.

She hadn’t been paying attention anyway.

The aroma of food grew richer,

and her stomach responded with an audible growl.

Before she knew it,

she was on her feet,

slipping into her sandals and heading toward the kitchen.

The kitchen was spacious,

fully equipped.

Though Lin An'an rarely cooked herself,

it was always stocked with ingredients and seasonings—

even more abundant than a professional restaurant’s pantry.

At the doorway,

she spotted Xu Mo stir-frying with practiced ease.

A burst of flames erupted from the wok—

a technique involving high heat and a splash of liquor.

The spectacle left Lin An'an gaping.

He looked every bit the master chef,

moving with effortless precision.

As the saying goes,

*"A man cooking seriously is at his most attractive!"*

Lin An'an: (¯﹃¯)

But then—

*Wait a minute!!!*

A realization hit her.

*You call this ‘just okay’?!*

Her eyebrows shot up in indignation.

Compared to her abominable "dark cuisine,"

Xu Mo’s skills were downright exceptional.

No use resisting—

the intoxicating aroma was too much.

Lin An'an marched right in.

Xu Mo noticed but ignored her.

Queen Lin batted her doe eyes and ventured, *"Just checking if you need help."*

Xu Mo replied flatly, *"No."*

The curt tone instantly reminded her of his earlier remark—

*"Women only slow me down in the kitchen!"*

Suddenly—

Lin An'an stiffened, her voice rising a notch. *"Let me see!!!!"*

Xu Mo paused. She must be starving by now.

Hell, even *he* was hungry.

*"Almost done."*

*"Ahem… sorry, I was just joking earlier."* Queen Lin’s cheeks flushed. That outburst had been *so* undignified.

A beat of silence.

*"I’ll help carry the dishes out."*

Her eyes darted around before landing on the finished dishes.

She stared, unblinking,

swallowing hard.

*"Fine."*

Permission granted,

Queen Lin lit up like a kid in a candy store, lunging for the food.

*"Thank you!!!"*

The ingredients were ordinary—

nothing out of the common grocery run.

Yet in Xu Mo’s hands, they transformed into something extraordinary.

Meanwhile, her own "creations" were just…

mysterious, gloopy masses of yellow-black sludge.

Queen Lin sighed inwardly.

*The gap between people…*

*…is just too damn vast!*

Xu Mo had no idea Lin An'an possessed such a… unique talent.

In Dragon Country, it was nothing special.

But in a place like India,

she’d be hailed as a five-star gourmet goddess!!!

As everyone knows,

the Japanese excel at turning *questionable* things into delicacies,

while Indians specialize in turning delicacies into *questionable* things.

Each has its charm.

Clearly, Queen Lin was born in the wrong place—

or simply hadn’t tapped into her true potential!

After several trips ferrying dishes,

Lin An'an clutched a plate, barely containing her drool.

Xu Mo, still stir-frying, couldn’t bear to watch.

But then,

a memory surfaced, prompting him to warn, *"No sneaking bites."*

He’d learned the hard way.

Every time he cooked, someone pilfered food.

Not that he minded the snacking—

but *devouring an entire dish before the rest were even served?*

Ever witnessed that?

*Do you have any idea what I’ve endured all these years as a cook?!*

*"N-no… *slurp*… I w-wouldn’t *slurp*… I’d never sneak bites… *slurp*…"*

Queen Lin’s words held zero credibility.

Xu Mo sighed.

*"Just leave some for me."*

*"Hmph! Sounds like you don’t trust Lin An'an’s integrity."*

She pouted, tilting her nose skyward.

*"Do I *look* like that kind of person?"*

Xu Mo: ………

After a solid two or three seconds of silence,

he deadpanned, *"You’re right. You don’t."*

Queen Lin brightened.

*See? He’s totally on my side.*

*Since you’re being so understanding,*

*I’ll graciously forgive you.*

*You’re welcome for my boundless mercy.*

But then Xu Mo added,

*"You’re not just *like* that kind of person—you *are* that kind of person."*

Lin An'an: ?????

*Who am I? Where am I? What is happening?*

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