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?
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
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?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
