I want to eat your grilled chicken wings.

For Lv Ning'en, his cousin's wife, Lin Mo had always thought she was a good person.

Even when he had achieved nothing and didn’t dare return home, she would ask Feng Binbin to drive to Goat City, take him out to eat, and buy him clothes.

She could truly be called an excellent sister-in-law.

So Lin Mo felt that in this lifetime, he had to make sure their Binbin married someone like her.

Of course, even if he did nothing, the two might still end up together.

But Lin Mo also worried that the storm stirred by his butterfly effect might rewrite many things.

So he figured he might as well try to play matchmaker.

A girl tapped her phone a couple of times.

"Wow, Guangba Middle School—that’s a top high school in Goat City!"

Hearing this, everyone turned their attention to Lin Mo.

"You must be really good at studying, then."

"Not bad, not bad," Lin Mo replied modestly.

Lv Ning'en nodded. "You should still study hard. A top high school is definitely better than an ordinary one."

"Right! The teachers teach completely different things and methods. Like my younger brother—he’s at No. 1 High School, and some of the tricks he told me about, I’d never even heard of before."

The girls chattered away enthusiastically.

Lin Mo just smiled politely, his hands never slowing down as he worked.

Soon, he had skewered all the meat and vegetables.

On the other side, the grill was already lit. Being a village boy, Lin Mo was naturally much more skilled at handling fire than city kids like Xie Yufei and the others.

In no time, the wire mesh was set over the flames, and the skewers were laid out neatly.

The conversation flowed from high school memories all the way to their current college lives.

Meanwhile, Lin Mo played the role of the humble grill master—brushing honey on the chicken and sprinkling cumin on the beef and lamb.

Feng Binbin walked over with drinks in hand. "Let me take over. You should eat and drink something too."

Lin Mo flipped the skewers once more before handing them to Feng Binbin, whispering,

"Here, go charm your lady love."

Feng Binbin nearly made a face but held it in, lowering his voice instead. "You knew all along?"

"It’s so obvious. I bet everyone here knows except the two of you."

This kind of "love is blind" situation was perfectly normal.

Feng Binbin took the skewers from Lin Mo and walked over to where Lv Nian'en was chatting, handing them to both Lu Jingqi and Lv Nian'en.

"Here, have some meat. You’re both too skinny—does your college not have good food?"

Lu Jingqi patted her stomach. "Not at all! The cafeteria at Normal University is pretty decent, and it’s affordable too. But we’re not the type to overeat."

Lin Mo recalled that Lv Nian'en was an elementary school music teacher, so Normal University made sense.

"Normal University—aren’t there, like, barely any guys there? Must be a real sausage fest," Fei Long remarked casually.

"Well, not exactly 'barely,' but yeah, not many," Lu Jingqi admitted, looking like someone who wanted to date but had no options.

After all, the good-looking guys in her college either dated other good-looking people or chased after them.

She wasn’t bad-looking herself, but somehow, no one had taken an interest.

Lv Nian'en, however, seemed unfazed. She took the beef skewer from Feng Binbin and started eating.

Since everyone here was a close friend, the conversation was free and easy, even veering into embarrassing stories about one another.

Lin Mo quite liked this kind of atmosphere.

Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

Pulling it out, he saw a message from his little landlady.

"What are you up to?"

Starting with "Are you there?" was a sure sign of awkwardness.

But "What are you up to?"—that meant she missed him.

So Lin Mo replied bluntly, "Miss me?"

The other side showed "typing..."

Then it disappeared. Then reappeared.

"Just wanted to see how you’re doing back in your hometown."

Lin Mo snapped a photo and sent it—grilled chicken wings, pork belly, beef skewers, and lamb skewers, all sizzling on the grill.

"Wow! That looks amazing. Now I’m craving your grilled chicken wings again."

"Don’t you miss me, though?"

"Hmph! No!"

"No missing me means no chicken wings for you."

"You’re just teasing me when I can’t even have any!"

"Make a wish, and maybe you’ll get some."

"Fine, I wish you’d grill some for me when you’re back."

With a casual wave of his hand, Lin Mo set aside a perfectly grilled chicken wing and a few skewers.

But no one noticed—as if nothing unusual had happened.

Leaving behind a doppelgänger, he slipped away unseen.

Goat City.

Xie Yuling, sprawled on the sofa, put down her phone with a sigh, looking utterly listless.

Zheng Yuan glanced at her daughter and couldn’t resist giving her a light kick.

"If you miss him, just ask what he’s up to."

Xie Yuling sat up, pouting. "Who said I miss him? I don’t! He’s back home eating like a king—why would I miss him?"

"I didn’t even say who. You just outed yourself."

Zheng Yuan walked away, leaving Xie Yuling grumbling under her breath.

"Jerk. Stuffing his face and not even thinking about me."

After sitting in the living room for another ten minutes, she headed to her room.

She’d originally planned to sneak into his room to use his computer tonight.

But never mind.

As soon as she stepped inside, a rich, mouthwatering aroma hit her.

"Whoa, what’s that smell? Did I leave the window open?"

Her eyes landed on the desk—where a grilled chicken wing and several beef skewers sat, still steaming.

"No way… Am I dreaming?"

Her phone dinged. Xie Yuling grabbed it.

"Good?"

"I haven’t eaten yet. Where are you?"

"Did I say I’d be there? I used the world’s greatest express delivery service. If you don’t want it, I’ll take it back."

"No! I’m eating it!"

She took a bite of the beef skewer—juicy and tender.

But the star was the chicken wing.

Crispy, slightly sweet on the outside, with succulent, melt-in-your-mouth meat inside.

Exactly like the last time.

Unable to resist, she snapped a selfie with the food and sent it to Lin Mo.

On the other end, Lin Mo smiled faintly at the photo.

"Smiling like that—girlfriend?" Feng Binbin plopped down beside him, but Lin Mo had already switched to his class group chat.

Everyone was sharing their holiday adventures—some traveling, others gaming nonstop without parental supervision.

"Just laughing at the idiots in the group."

Seeing the chat name—"Class 8, Grade 10"—Feng Binbin bought it.

But Feng Binbin’s next words got everyone buzzing.

"Hey, guess what? Zhen and Qiang broke up."

"No way! I thought Zhen was crazy about Qiang, and Qiang chased her for ages."

Hearing this, Lin Mo couldn’t help but sing softly.

"Zhen fell in love with Qiang, on a starry, starry night..."

After just two lines, all eyes turned to the grill master.

"Huh? Why’s everyone staring at me?"

"Keep singing!"

"Alright then."

"A plane flew overhead, a meteor split the night sky..."