Ten times more delicious???
Xiao An'an smacked her lips a couple of times. Just the thought alone... was enough to make her dizzy with craving.
"Exactly. Don’t even compare me to those mediocre chefs."
If it wasn’t overpowering, could it even be called god-tier culinary skills?
In a way, this skill bordered on the conceptual. Any ingredient touched by Jiang Che’s hands would unleash its absolute peak flavor, and when paired with his god-tier cooking techniques—it was simply unbeatable!
"No!!! You little bastard!!!"
"An'an, don’t agree to this! That jerk is just tricking you! Let go of my daughter!!!"
Xiao Chuan was practically fuming with rage.
Even through the phone, his furious shouts were deafening, but alas, all he could do was seethe helplessly.
"Brother Xiao Chuan! Calm down, calm down! You need to relax a little!"
Ai Shouying squinted, patting Xiao Chuan’s shoulder with an air of someone thoroughly enjoying the drama.
"Elder Ai, how can I calm down?! That’s my daughter! Both my daughters are about to be swindled away by this scoundrel!"
...
"I accept!"
Xiao An'an blurted out urgently, rising on her tiptoes to plant a quick peck on Jiang Che’s cheek.
But before she could pull away, Jiang Che’s hand cupped the back of her neck, holding her in place.
"Mmph?!!!"
Xiao An'an froze. The butler nearby froze. Xiao Chuan? He was beyond frozen—he was done.
"You! LITTLE! BASTARD!"
A mouthful of blood sprayed out as Xiao Chuan, overwhelmed by fury, collapsed unconscious.
Ai Shouying glanced at the passed-out Xiao Chuan, completely unbothered. After all, as a legendary master of medicine, he knew the man wasn’t in any real danger.
"Brother Xiao Chuan really can’t handle stress, huh? Fainting from anger just like that? What’s gonna happen when all three of your daughters come knocking on your door someday, big with child...? You’d probably drop dead on the spot."
......
"Hah..."
After breaking free from Jiang Che’s embrace, Xiao An'an’s cheeks burned red.
But unlike most girls, who might coyly demand, "Why did you kiss me?"—Xiao An'an only gasped urgently, "Now what? You promised... you can’t go back on your word!"
Watching her innocent, eager expression, Jiang Che lightly licked his lips. Xiao An'an was just too easy.
The Xiao sisters were truly three rare gems—one an obsessive romantic, one a gluttonous little kitten, and the last a bratty tsundere.
At the same time, Jiang Che’s gaze drifted toward the security camera in the corner of the living room.
Suffer, old man Xiao Chuan!
"Go back on what? Little sis, what are you talking about?"
Just then, Xiao Sisi emerged curiously from the kitchen.
She’d spent nearly ten minutes washing just a few bowls—unused to chores, she’d scrubbed the same plates over a dozen times!
"Ah? Sis... I—I didn’t say anything!" Xiao An'an tensed up instantly.
Had her sister seen the intimate moment between her and Jiang Che just now?
If so... they were so busted.
Jiang Che, however, remained unruffled. Even if Xiao Sisi had seen everything, he had ways to talk his way out of it.
"Sisi, you’re here? An'an and I were just discussing culinary arts earlier. She’s got quite the refined palate..."
Xiao Sisi shot her sister a glare. "An'an’s always been a little foodie. When we were kids, she almost got lured away by a stranger with a lollipop. If not for the psychic bond between us sisters... who knows where she’d have ended up?"
Jiang Che raised a brow. That did sound like something Xiao An'an would do.
Almost kidnapped by candy as a child, yet even now, she hadn’t learned—still so easily tempted by good food, falling right into his trap with just one meal.
...
Originally, Xiao Sisi and Xiao An'an had planned to confront Jiang Che, that shameless playboy.
But somehow, it had turned into a candlelit dinner... and in the process, Jiang Che had effortlessly won over Xiao An'an.
Now, both Xiao Sisi and Xiao An'an were practically his for the taking. If he wanted, he could devour them anytime.
Hell, if he felt like it, he could even spend the night at the Xiao mansion and make a show of claiming Xiao Sisi right under their roof.
But the current Jiang Che wasn’t the same reckless womanizer he used to be. Staying out all night? Not something a decent man would do.
He had responsibilities now—a household to return to. Spending the night at the Xiao family’s was out of the question.
Case in point: it was barely 8 PM, and Yu Wan'er was already texting him.
[Hey! You jerk, hurry back already! Stop flirting with girls out there!]
Reading the message, Jiang Che chuckled. Who would’ve thought this playboy would one day be wrapped around a little girl’s finger?
...
When Jiang Che returned to the Jiang Family estate, he was met with an awkward scene.
His parents—his usually absent parents—were actually home?
Jiang Yunli sat surrounded by a flock of pretty, lively girls on the sofa, each vying for their future mother-in-law’s attention.
Even the usually spacey Dong'er had been dragged over by Jiang Yunli, who was now happily ruffling the girl’s fluffy hair like a pet.
Jiang Yunli was in her element. As a full-time wealthy housewife, nothing delighted her more than bonding with young girls. Though pushing forty, her heart remained eternally eighteen.
"Mianmian... come here, come here. This necklace is for you. Wear it, and you’ll officially be a daughter-in-law of the Jiang Family!"
She took Su Mianmian’s hand gently. After traveling the world with Jiang Yuan for months, she’d returned to find even more potential daughters-in-law?
To most, this would be shocking—but Jiang Yunli saw no issue.
Of course her son was exceptional. What was wrong with having a few more lovely companions around?
"Lady Jiang, thank you!" Su Mianmian smiled softly, her ethereal beauty radiant.
"Mianmian, where did you get this gorgeous white hair dyed? It’s stunning!"
"Uh... it’s not dyed. It’s natural."
"Wait, really? For real? Sweetie, do you have albinism?" Jiang Yunli’s curiosity flared as she examined Su Mianmian closely.
"Mianmian, I feel such a strong connection with you. It’s almost like... you remind me of the Ragdoll cat I used to have. My little Miao had heterochromia too—so beautiful!"
Su Mianmian resisted the urge to facepalm. Of course it felt familiar—she was that cat, now in human form!
But obviously, she couldn’t say that.
Jiang Yunli wouldn’t be scared by a catgirl, but if she found out Jiang Che could turn cats into humans? She’d flood the house with female kittens in no time.
"Oh? Xiao Che, you’re back!" Jiang Yunli’s eyes lit up the moment she spotted her son.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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?!
