Chi Qingshui was momentarily flustered by Lin Yu's sudden tenderness.
In the past,
she would have stubbornly insisted "I'm fine," then forcefully gotten out of bed to prove she was truly okay.
But today,
whether it was due to physical weakness or the lingering melancholy from last night's lullaby,
Chi Qingshui found herself inexplicably obeying and staying in the upper bunk.
After all, she had accompanied Lin Yu to the community hospital yesterday.
Would it really be so strange to accept his gratitude today?
Chi Qingchi, meanwhile, paid no attention to her sister.
Rubbing her stomach, she watched as the delicious breakfast porridge was handed to her sister,
her heart filled only with regret for the missed meal.
If only she hadn’t divided the portions—she could have drunk straight from the clay pot...
Chi Qingshui carefully steadied the food container and glanced at Lin Yu, who was still watching her intently.
Then, she took a sip with her spoon.
Before even tasting it,
she had already prepared her script:
"Mediocre," "Just okay," "Drinkable," "Thanks..."—perfunctory remarks like these.
But the moment the first spoonful touched her tongue,
her taste buds exploded with a burst of fragrant warmth,
like a swirling qi mass spreading through her body.
The comforting heat seeped into her limbs, revitalizing her spirit.
All her rehearsed lines vanished, leaving no room for her to utter them.
As if driven by instinct, she scooped up a second spoonful...
Then a third...
And a fourth...
The lingering warmth flowed through her like a gentle stream,
melting away the frost and awakening a summer-like vitality within.
It was as if she stood in a dark forest,
with a single beam of sunlight breaking through the canopy to bathe her in its glow.
This delightful sensation quietly restored her strength.
"Ah!"
Snapping out of her culinary trance,
Chi Qingshui suddenly remembered where she was—and who was beside her.
When her vision refocused,
she was startled to realize
she had unconsciously devoured more than half the porridge.
What...?
This...?
She had never lost control like this before.
Was it really just the exhaustion from her period?
Now, though,
she noticed her abdomen actually felt much better than before.
Even her limbs had regained their vigor.
Could a simple pot of porridge really have such miraculous effects?
Or was it... something else, some kind of spiritual energy?
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! You have completed the urgent mission "Dao Companion’s Monthly Trial"!]
[The tribulation of your Dao companion’s monthly cycle has been alleviated by the spiritual cuisine porridge you personally prepared, deepening the bond between you!]
[Rewards: 300 Sect Contribution Points, 600 Spirit Stones, 1 free system mall draw.]
Wow~
This was amazing!
Just following a simple recipe to cook porridge had earned him such a windfall.
Truly,
in relationships, no gesture is too small.
By paying attention to every little thing, one could achieve true fulfillment.
"It’s really delicious, Lin Yu... Th-thank you."
Chi Qingshui murmured, her cheeks flushed.
Now, she couldn’t bring herself to lie or brush it off—
not emotionally, and certainly not physically.
Lin Yu, as if expecting this, replied calmly,
"Glad you like it. Make sure to finish it all."
"I’ll cook for you both again when I have time."
"And take it easy these next couple of days... Don’t overexert yourself."
Chi Qingshui’s face reddened further as she nodded and averted her gaze.
She knew exactly what he was hinting at.
Leaning against the desk behind her, Chi Qingchi studied her sister with a puzzled look.
Hmm?
Xiao Lin’s clearly talking about her period.
Someone as sharp as Jiejie must’ve caught that.
Shouldn’t she be snapping back with something like,
"None of your business, worry about yourself, don’t get cocky..."?
Why wasn’t her usual haughty attitude making an appearance today?
As Lin Yu was about to leave,
he casually asked,
"Oh, I’m heading to the supermarket this morning. Do you two need anything?"
Sometimes, even asking a question with the answer in mind doesn’t guarantee the desired outcome.
Chi Qingchi glanced at her sister on the bed.
After a silent exchange,
she was the one who spoke up:
"Hehe, nothing we need."
"Thanks, Xiao Lin—for the breakfast and the thought."
Of course.
Asking the twin sisters to request he pick up sanitary pads was still a stretch.
Their relationship wasn’t at that level yet.
Even if it were, it’d be hard to voice such a request.
He had tried, at least.
No need to force it if it didn’t work out.
Back in the dining area,
a small clay pot of porridge still sat on the table.
Lin Yu messaged Mo Shangying and Ye Mengfu in their trio group chat.
Since he’d gone to the trouble of cooking, why let only the twins benefit?
Might as well make the most of it!
Hearing that Lin Yu had personally prepared porridge, his devoted disciple was quick to respond.
Ye Mengfu, however, hesitated over how to politely decline in the group chat.
Before she could finalize her reply,
Mo Shangying was already at her door, dragging her downstairs.
......
Ten minutes later,
in the dining room.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! You have successfully completed the daily mission "Chief’s Morning Greetings," earning 50 Sect Contribution Points and 30 Spirit Stones!]
[Ding!]
[Outstanding move! The Elder of the Formation Hall is utterly enchanted by your exquisite spiritual cuisine porridge, strengthening the affection between Dao companions!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
[Ding!]
[Outstanding move! Sharing such a meticulously crafted spiritual dish with the Joyous Sect Talisman Envoy has moved her deeply!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones.]
Watching the two women savor the porridge,
Lin Yu felt a deep sense of satisfaction.
Once he earned enough, he might not even need to leave the apartment.
Just by tending to his sect companions at home, wealth would flow in endlessly.
"Shifu, you’re just too good at everything!"
"You can even cook?"
"This is so delicious—my whole body feels warm!"
Mo Shangying gave a thumbs-up, showering him with praise.
Beside her, Ye Mengfu added timidly,
"I-It’s really good..."
The system claimed the little artist was "deeply moved,"
but from the moment she came downstairs, she hadn’t once met Lin Yu’s eyes.
Almost as if she was deliberately avoiding his gaze.
What exactly had she dreamed about last night?
Had Lin Yu... a hundred times over in her dreams?
Amused by the thought,
Lin Yu deliberately leaned closer to Ye Mengfu and asked,
"Xiao Fu, did you steal something from me? Why won’t you look at me?"
The sudden one-on-one attention
made Ye Mengfu grip her spoon tightly, shaking her head in a panic.
"N-No, I didn’t..."
Fortunately,
Mo Shangying was there to shield her.
Seeing Lin Yu pressuring Xiao Fufu,
she cut in,
"Shifu, you made this for us—did you not eat any yourself?"
Lin Yu straightened up and replied,
"Haven’t had any yet. I’m heading to the hospital later for a check-up."
"Can’t eat before that."
"But after... I can feast all I want."
His words dripped with implication.
Master and disciple shared a knowing look.
Mo Shangying: "Hehehe, awesome! Shifu’s so disciplined."
Lin Yu: "Hehehe, just doing my best."
Ye Mengfu stole a glance at the two of them: "..."
Since when did a medical checkup become this much fun?
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
