Chapter 8: Man, Are You Being Two-Faced?

Seeing her brother actually follow that little temptress into her webbed cave,
Yin Yichen couldn’t sit still anymore and quickly followed them in.
He had to protect his brother’s purity.

Lin Qingyou, holding Yin Hanyu’s hand, showed him around her house, then suddenly dashed off to the kitchen.
“Ah, I’m going to die, I’m going to die! The soup I stewed is almost dried out!”
She lifted the lid of the clay pot and sighed in relief.
“Thank goodness, thank goodness.”
With an expectant look, she turned to Yin Hanyu: “Have you eaten yet? I knew you’d be back today, so I specially made your favorite tomato beef brisket soup.”

“What??? You actually cooked again?”
Yin Yichen immediately went into high alert mode.

Even Xu Wen, who was usually calm, was now on guard.

There was no choice. Muscle memory kicked in.
Miss Qingyou’s cooking? It was dangerous.
He remembered the last time she made two dishes for Yin Hanyu—she literally stir-fried two round cabbages.
She didn’t even peel them; those big, round cabbages almost didn’t fit on the plate.
She once made dumplings, and somehow managed to wrap an entire ear of corn in dough.
She even made a dish that looked like black charcoal stir-fried chestnuts, which were full of spines!

But these were just small appetizers.
What really terrified them was how she could poison someone with her cooking.
He could never forget the night Yin Hanyu had to be rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment after eating her food.

Yin Yichen, wary of Lin Qingyou, was about to start his evasive maneuvers:
“Lin Qingyou, back off, back off! Keep your dishes and broken pots 300 meters away from my brother!”
Lin Qingyou twitched her lips. “Is it really necessary?”
“Of course! Even if my brother had ten lives, he wouldn’t survive your cooking!”
“…Uh…” Lin Qingyou scratched her head, feeling guilty but embarrassed: “I did it on purpose.”
And the fool, Yin Hanyu, actually ate it.

“Actually, I’m a really good cook.”
“Pff, with your terrible cooking skills, how dare you brag? Do you even still…”
Before Yin Yichen could finish, he was grabbed by the shoulder and thrown out by Yin Hanyu.

“I know,” Yin Hanyu said.
Lin’s family ran a hotel and a catering business. Lin’s family dishes were renowned all over the country.
Her father had only one daughter, Lin Qingyou, and from a young age, he had trained her in the art of cooking.
The reason he had her cook for him was that he saw Lin Qingyou always cooking and making soup for Leng Yifeng.
He was really, really jealous…
So he had pressured her to cook for him.
And yet, this little vixen had nearly killed him with her food.

Lin Qingyou placed the dishes she had prepared on the table and then pushed Yin Hanyu down to sit.
“I know you love beef, so I made tomato beef brisket soup, clear stewed beef ribs, and stir-fried beef with onions.”
“This dipping sauce for the beef ribs is my exclusive secret recipe; it’s so delicious that you’d even want to dip your shoe soles in it.”
“I remember you love steamed bass and squirrel mandarin fish too,” Lin Qingyou added as she placed the fish in front of him. “Try it!”

“These are all dishes my brother loves,” Yin Yichen muttered, confused. “These dishes are pretty labor-intensive, so how did you have time to make them? You didn’t just order them from a hotel and repackage them, did you?”
Lin Qingyou rolled her eyes in exasperation. “I just went out to throw away the trash. Didn’t you see I came back empty-handed?”
Yin Yichen: “…”

“Besides, my cooking skills are even better than a hotel chef’s!”
“Keep dreaming,” Yin Yichen raised his finger at the ceiling. “Look, you’re blowing air down here while the cows are flying up there.”
Lin Qingyou: “…”

This little brother was hopeless.

However, the next second, when Yin Yichen picked up a piece of the clear-stewed beef rib and put it in his mouth, he was instantly stunned!

Holy crap, this tastes amazing!
Really, it’s so good.

Yin Yichen, no longer concerned with whether or not he was invited, immediately dug in.

Yin Yichen was known for being a foodie, always traveling far and wide just to try exquisite dishes.
But now, he was eating so greedily that he had completely lost his image.
The way he ate reminded Lin Qingyou of those viral videos of extreme foodies—one bite down, another bite coming up, still holding one piece in his chopsticks, and already eyeing the next one.

Lin Qingyou looked disgusted but was secretly pleased.
As the cook, this was the kind of feedback she wanted.

But while Lin Qingyou and Yin Yichen were happy, Yin Hanyu, sitting nearby, was giving off a murderous aura.
Xu Wen quickly poked Yin Yichen, whose cheeks were puffed up with food: “Third Young Master…”
“What? Don’t disturb me while I’m eating. This is so good, I might cry…”

Xu Wen quietly muttered to himself: If you keep eating like this, your brother might really beat you up.

Xu Wen pretended to cough: “Third Young Master, we should leave now.”
Yin Yichen: “I’m not leaving. I’m worried this little vixen will eat my brother alive.”
Xu Wen: “If you don’t leave, your brother will eat you alive.”
Yin Yichen: “…”

Yin Yichen looked up and saw the murderous glare in Yin Hanyu’s eyes.
Scared, he quickly put down his chopsticks.

Crying, he thought: Am I not my brother’s little cutie anymore?

He and Lin Qingyou, that vixen, would never be at peace.

But the next second, Yin Yichen immediately picked up his chopsticks and kept eating:
“Bro, ‘The hoe works in the sun at noon, the sweat drops onto the rice field soil, and the grains of rice in my bowl are hard-earned. Can I finish eating before I leave?'”

Yin Hanyu: “…”

Lin Qingyou couldn’t hold back anymore and burst into laughter.

Yin Xiaosan was truly a famous foodie.

Lin Qingyou stood up to grab a set of bowls and chopsticks for Xu Wen.
Xu Wen quickly stopped her, dragging Yin Yichen along and making a threatening gesture to him to stop eating.
“Third Young Master, one full meal is enough for you. Know when to stop.”
“If you eat any more, you might lose your life!”

Yin Yichen and Xu Wen left, and the room instantly became much quieter.

Lin Qingyou saw that Yin Hanyu was almost done with his food and served him another spoonful: “Is it good?”
Yin Hanyu said: “It’s okay.”
“Hmph.” Lin Qingyou pouted. Such a prideful jerk.

“Yin Hanyu, at a time like this, you should say it’s delicious.”
Yin Hanyu: “It’s delicious.”
Lin Qingyou: “…”

“Are you angry?” Yin Hanyu frowned. “Didn’t I say what you told me to say?”
Lin Qingyou: “…”

See? She was right to not like him before.

This guy had a 200 IQ, but his EQ was negative.
She often got so mad at him that she almost spat blood.
Many times, when she couldn’t take it anymore, she would yell, but nothing helped, so she just ended up slapping him.
And they had been caught by the media doing this multiple times.
Now, everyone in the country knew they couldn’t get along and were rivals who would fight on sight.

Suddenly, Yin Hanyu asked: “When you cook for Leng Yifeng, how does he praise you?”
Lin Qingyou almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
Was this the time to ask that question?

Lin Qingyou rubbed her forehead: “Yin Hanyu, do you know why we used to fight all the time?”
Yin Hanyu put down his chopsticks: “Because I called you a fool.”
Lin Qingyou: “…”
Yin Hanyu said seriously: “But you are a fool.”
Lin Qingyou: “…”

She held herself back, she really did.

Lin Qingyou gritted her teeth, forcing a smile: “So, even though I’m a fool, you still like me?”
Yin Hanyu: “Who said I like you?”
Lin Qingyou: “Man, are you being two-faced?”
Yin Hanyu: “…”