"Big Dummy Chi, what are you trying to do?"
Lin Yu's words were more of a declaration than a question.
This wasn't about whether a Mazda would get stuck in traffic or who opposed or agreed!
Could it be...
Was "Big Benz" planning to eliminate all the "Mazdas" present and declare, "You're not qualified to attend this gathering"?
Surely she wouldn't go that far?
Weren't they supposed to keep things under wraps until graduation?
Lin Yu asked suspiciously,
"Big Chi, what do you mean?"
Chi Qingshui spoke with righteous determination, even a hint of stubbornness:
"Next weekend, it's your birthday—you're the star of the show."
"What kind of host makes the guest of honor cook for everyone?"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Phew!
So that's what this was about!
She made it sound so intense—thought "Big Benz" was about to flip the table.
Now that she mentioned it...
Lin Yu hadn’t even considered it.
But now that Chi Qingshui brought it up...
Yeah, that actually made sense!
As the "main character," he should be the one being served.
Cooking for everyone? That would just make him look whipped.
Big Chi was using her fiercest tone to say the sweetest thing—
She was defending Lin Yu’s "dominance" in this household.
"I think Qingshui’s right. The birthday boy shouldn’t cook for us."
"If we’re having the party at the apartment, I can make a couple of dishes—maybe some cookies or pastries too."
Tang Yimian, the senior, raised her hand in agreement.
Teacher habits die hard—always remembering to raise her hand before speaking.
With one supporter, the conversation at the table quickly shifted.
Xia Yiwei stood up, hands on her hips, and gave Chi Qingshui a thumbs-up:
"That’s our genius girl, speaking up!"
"I felt something was off the moment Little Lin Yu suggested it."
"Are we just freeloaders now?"
"As for cooking... heh, I can whip up a few cold dishes!"
The moment Xia Yiwei mentioned cooking,
Maomao’s hand twitched.
Her chopsticks clattered onto the floor.
Xia Yiwei: "Huh? What’s that supposed to mean? Maomao, you undermining me?"
Maomao picked up the chopsticks and scurried to the sink, muttering:
"Wei’s cooking... is edible."
The room erupted in laughter.
Seeing everyone so enthusiastic, Chi Qingshui patted Chi Qingchi’s shoulder and declared:
"Looks like we’re all on the same page. If everyone contributes a little, it’ll be a feast!"
"Qingchi and I will each make two dishes too!"
Chi Qingchi bit her chopsticks hesitantly:
"Sis... can I just be in charge of eating? Or serving?"
Chi Qingshui: "You can sit this one out."
Chi Qingchi: "Then I’ll definitely show off my skills! I’ve been wanting to flex a little!"
After everyone had their say,
Ye Mengfu, who had been hesitating, finally gathered the courage to speak softly:
"I can make... braised beef."
Before Lin Yu could respond,
Chi Qingchi grabbed Ye Mengfu’s arm excitedly:
"Fufu-jie, can you save some extra beef for me?"
"Just a few pieces—just a few!"
"I want to keep some for my instant noodles—actual beef in beef-flavored ramen!"
Ye Mengfu, who had been nervous,
couldn’t help but smile at Chi Qingchi’s earnest begging.
The lively discussion warmed Chen Qimeng’s heart.
When Chi Qingshui insisted the birthday boy shouldn’t serve,
Chen Qimeng had initially planned to take on all the cooking herself—
so Lin Yu and his friends could just enjoy themselves.
But seeing everyone so eager,
she held back her words.
Young people, after all...
Maybe this kind of bustling, collaborative gathering was what they truly enjoyed.
Lin Yu making close friends and becoming more outgoing than before—
No one was happier about that than Chen Qimeng.
For the rest of the meal,
the conversation revolved entirely around Lin Yu’s birthday feast and what everyone would prepare.
Amid the chatter,
Chi Qingshui shot Lin Yu a smug look—
as if to say:
See how good I am to you?
Getting everyone to cook together was my idea!
Lin Yu discreetly gave her a thumbs-up in approval.
[Ding!]
[Masterstroke move! Acknowledging your partner’s efforts is essential for daily affection!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
...
The girls chatted until past eight before wrapping up their breakfast gathering.
Aunt Qimeng firmly refused all offers to help,
insisting on cleaning up and washing the dishes alone.
She was unusually stubborn about this.
Lin Yu also reassured everyone to head out—
those who had work to do, those who needed more sleep.
After everyone left,
only Maomao lingered in the hall, waiting.
Lin Yu helped Aunt Qimeng for a while before noticing Maomao.
Clearly,
the little one was waiting for him.
So many people needed him today?
Was Maomao still troubled about the dream incident from two days ago?
She seemed fine at the table earlier.
Lin Yu strolled into the hall.
He deliberately didn’t speak first,
instead tidying up the shared space.
He wanted to see—
Were all the girls like this?
If he didn’t create an opening, would none of them dare to speak up?
Fortunately,
the straightforward Maomao didn’t seem burdened today.
"Yu, let me help with that."
"There’s something I’d like your help with later."
Now that’s more like it.
Straight to the point.
No need for Lin Yu to play guessing games.
Seeing Maomao’s serious expression, Lin Yu asked:
"What do you need help with?"
"Lots of people asked for favors today, and there’s still housework."
"I’m a busy man, you know!"
Maomao instantly caught his meaning and said earnestly:
"Leave it to me, Yu."
"After learning from you, I can handle these tasks now."
What a dutiful junior disciple!
So easy to talk to.
Lin Yu nodded, waiting for her to continue.
"Yu, I want you to teach me how to use a rice cooker."
"I want to learn how to steam rice!"
Lin Yu stared at her in disbelief: "???"
"You?"
"Learning to use a rice cooker?"
"Doesn’t Wei-jie feed you?"
"Are you starving?"
Lin Yu was utterly baffled.
...
(Second update today, with more to come later. Your support during this tough period keeps me motivated—every bit of encouragement means the world to this little author. Thank you!)
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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