Xiao An'an: Brother-in-law, I'm hungry

For a culinary god, there's no girl who can't be won over with a good meal!

That was Jiang Che's confidence as a master chef.

"Brother Jiang Che, do you really know how to cook?" Xiao Sisi asked softly. As far as she knew, Jiang Che was the son of the wealthiest man in the city—she had never heard of any rich heir who could actually cook.

Faced with her doubt, Jiang Che simply smiled without offering much explanation.

Seeing that Jiang Che didn’t respond, Xiao Sisi fell silent and quietly followed behind him.

"Sis! How can you believe him again? Has he brainwashed you or something?" Xiao An'an huffed as she stormed into the kitchen after them.

In her eyes, Jiang Che was nothing but a big liar, a scumbag who was toying with her sister’s emotions.

Jiang Che paused and glanced at Xiao An'an.

"Is this your younger sister?"

"Yes, this is my third sister, Xiao An'an," Xiao Sisi replied gently.

"Xiao An'an?" Jiang Che raised an eyebrow.

"That’s right! You might fool my sister, but you can’t fool me! I’ve studied cooking for a long time—your hands are smooth and pale, with no signs of ever having cooked before!" Xiao An'an crossed her arms, her gaze full of arrogance.

"Oh? You know about cooking?" Jiang Che sized her up.

"A little! Just a little!" Xiao An'an lifted her chin smugly.

"Then can you tell me why your hands don’t have any calluses either? You must rarely cook too, right?"

Jiang Che’s smile deepened.

"Let me guess—you probably love food and binge-watch cooking videos online, but you’ve never actually tried making anything yourself. You critique famous chefs from around the world, yet you’ve never even held a kitchen knife. An online ‘cyber chef,’ aren’t you?"

As he rinsed the vegetables, Jiang Che continued mocking Xiao An'an.

"H-How did you know?"

Xiao An'an’s face fell—every word Jiang Che said was spot on!

Was this guy some kind of mind reader?

"Hmph, don’t get too cocky! I just lack hands-on experience, but my theoretical knowledge is top-tier!"

Ignoring Xiao An'an’s outburst, Jiang Che focused on his task.

With his 'Keen Hearing' skill, he had already figured out the perfect way to win over Xiao An'an.

She was a total foodie—satisfy her cravings, and she’d be wrapped around his finger in no time.

So, without further ado: Culinary God, activate!

Jiang Che immediately got to work, starting with his knife skills.

A divine chef naturally had impeccable knife work. With dazzling flourishes, he put on a show that left Xiao Sisi and Xiao An'an utterly stunned.

"Wow, Brother Jiang Che, you’re amazing!"

Xiao Sisi stood on her tiptoes beside the cutting board, watching the blur of Jiang Che’s knife with wide, sparkling eyes. She didn’t fully understand what she was seeing, but she was in awe, her admiration for Jiang Che skyrocketing once again.

"Wait… you actually know how to cook??"

Xiao An'an’s jaw nearly dropped.

Though she had never cooked herself, her passion for food was intense. She had ‘studied’ cuisines from all over the country—though her ‘research’ mainly involved eating them.

Just from Jiang Che’s godly knife skills, she could tell—this guy was the real deal.

And he was good.

"Xiao An'an, remember this—this home-cooked meal is for Sisi, not you!"

Xiao An'an froze for a second before puffing her cheeks. "Hmph! I never said I wanted any! Just because you can show off with a knife doesn’t mean anything! I wouldn’t eat your food even if you begged me!"

"Good! That’s a relief."

Jiang Che’s grin widened. The Xiao sisters were like little kids—completely guileless.

With his skills, Jiang Che was more suited to dealing with cunning, manipulative women, but fate kept throwing these adorably naive girls his way.

......

Xiao An'an soon regretted her words.

Because Jiang Che’s first dish was ready.

Stir-fried pork tripe with scallions!

The rich, savory aroma instantly filled the kitchen, weaving through the air and lingering irresistibly.

"Wow, Brother Jiang Che, it smells so good!"

Xiao Sisi stood beside him, her eyes shining.

She wasn’t usually obsessed with food, but Jiang Che’s cooking was on another level—just one whiff was enough to make her mouth water.

"Heh, little glutton, this is just the first dish!"

Jiang Che pinched Xiao An'an’s cheek playfully. "Give me a kiss, and I’ll make the next one for you. Deal?"

The moment he said it, Xiao Sisi’s face turned bright red.

She lowered her head shyly.

"An'an… An'an is still here!" Her voice was as soft as a mosquito’s hum, and she tugged lightly at Jiang Che’s pants.

Jiang Che glanced sideways at Xiao An'an, who was currently staring at the plate of food with eager eyes, practically drooling.

Xiao An'an noticed Jiang Che's gaze and instantly felt awkward.

But Jiang Che merely smiled faintly before sliding a hand behind Xiao Sisi's neck and leaning down to kiss her.

They say triplets share a special psychic connection, right?

At this close distance... the telepathic link must be pretty intense.

Xiao Sisi's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't resist—instead, she rose onto her tiptoes to meet him.

Xiao An'an was completely stunned!

Seriously... have you two forgotten there's a single person standing right here?

And the worst part? That overwhelming psychic bond between identical sisters!

It was even stronger than she'd imagined.

Xiao An'an fidgeted uncomfortably.

Three minutes later, Jiang Che returned to cooking—masterfully juggling four dishes at once!

With all four burners blazing, he whipped up five dishes and a soup in just over ten minutes.

The aroma filled the entire villa. Even the disciplined bodyguards couldn't help but swallow hard under the spell of his god-tier culinary skills.

"Sisi, try some," Jiang Che gestured invitingly.

Xiao Sisi, long starved, immediately dug in—all ladylike pretenses forgotten.

She picked up a strand of dry-fried beef, popped it into her mouth, and her eyes instantly sparkled.

"Sooo good!"

Jiang Che served himself a bowl of rice too.

Only Xiao An'an remained frozen by the table, desperately gulping down saliva.

A loud growl erupted from her stomach.

Hunger! Embarrassment! Mortification! The whirlwind of emotions became the final straw.

"Brother-in-law... I'm hungry!"