dognovel Chapter 47 The way to a man's heart is through his stomach
Chapter 47 The way to a man's heart is through his stomach
"Alright, alright, stop pretending with me. If you want my help, just say so! When did you start being so polite with your senior brother?" Huixin put her hands on her hips, her round face full of annoyance, her small eyes slightly narrowed, thinking to herself: This brat is getting more and more cunning, humph!
Han Yi scratched his head, forced an awkward smile, and quickly said, "Hehe! Thank you, Senior Brother!"
"You little rascal, you're such a jerk! You've been giving me a hard time all day, and now you're even trying to make me your errand boy! If you're so tough, go find Second Senior Sister, she'd be happy to help you with that!"
Huixin complained while giving Han Yi a disdainful look.
Han Yi was about to open his mouth to explain, "Senior brother, don't bring this up. Don't you know the situation between me and senior sister?"
Before she could finish speaking, a clear and melodious voice drifted in from outside the door.
"Little Yu Ji, what's wrong with you?"
Immediately afterwards, the still charming Granny Wang appeared at the door.
She wore simple, coarse cloth clothes, her long, black hair casually tied back, and a gentle smile on her face that warmed people's hearts.
"The master asked him to fix the door, but he wanted to slack off and was trying to trick me into helping him!" Huixin hurriedly complained.
"Is that all? Let's go eat first. After we finish eating, we can ask your senior brothers and sisters to help you make a new door for that old geezer."
She looked at Han Yi with loving eyes, having treated him like her own grandson since coming up the mountain. Perhaps she saw a shadow of Xuan Kongzi in Han Yi when he was young.
"Let's go, let's go eat first. You're in luck today, you little rascal! Mingyue is going to cook a few dishes for you herself!"
Grandma Wang couldn't wait to push Han Yi towards the kitchen, wishing she could immediately press him to the dining table and watch him taste the dishes Mingyue had prepared.
"Then we're in for a treat today! Senior brother, have you ever tried Senior sister's cooking?" Han Yi turned to Huixin, casting an inquiring glance at her.
"No!" Huixin replied indifferently, following behind at a leisurely pace.
He had a question in his mind: I've been on the mountain for so many years and I've never seen my senior sister cook. This world is really crazy. For a man, she's even changed her sword-wielding hand to a wok-flipping hand.
When the three were still more than a hundred meters away from the kitchen, they saw thick smoke billowing out and heard bursts of coughing coming from inside.
"Fire?" The three of them felt a jolt in their hearts at the same time, and instinctively ran towards the kitchen.
When they got closer, the three of them were dumbfounded. It wasn't a fire at all; it was just too much cooking smoke.
"Senior sister, are you alright in there?" Han Yi stood at the kitchen door, craning his neck to look inside.
"I'm fine. Please wait outside for a moment. The food will be ready soon." Mingyue's voice came from the kitchen, a little hoarse.
Huixin stood aside, watching this scene, feeling flustered. She thought to herself: Senior Sister is not cooking, she is clearly refining pills, and the kind that will blow up the furnace.
His brows were furrowed, and his worry was almost palpable. He muttered to himself, "I hope my senior sister doesn't blow up the kitchen."
"Grandma, did Senior Sister cook all the meals today?" Huixin asked Grandma Wang.
He already had a plan in mind: if the meal was entirely Mingyue's "masterpiece," then he simply wouldn't eat it; he ate to satisfy his cravings, so there was no need to suffer like this. But if Granny Wang also contributed, then he would be happy to stay and enjoy several large bowls of food.
"No, that's not it. Mingyue didn't make any for you. You're not lucky enough to have that. You can only eat what your mother-in-law prepared in advance."
As Granny Wang spoke, she glanced at Han Yi unintentionally, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
Upon hearing this, Huixin breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a huge weight lifted from her heart. She almost wanted to kowtow to her senior sister to thank her for sparing her life.
With his experience and insight, some people are in for a rough time.
Han Yi, who was not far away, had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem and was happily waiting for dinner to be served.
For the past six months, Mingyue has been bringing him meals almost all of them. In his heart, his senior sister's cooking skills are a true inheritance from Granny Wang, and she is just as good as Granny Wang.
After about half an incense stick's time, Mingyue finally finished preparing the meal.
She cast a spell, and a gust of wind suddenly blew into the house, clearing away all the thick smoke outside in a few whooshes.
Mingyue looked tired yet satisfied; her hair was disheveled and her face was covered in soot.
As soon as Han Yi entered the room, he saw that his usually fair and beautiful senior sister looked like a cat covered in soot, her face covered in soot, and her light blue dress was also stained with spots.
But Mingyue didn't care at all. She pulled Han Yi to sit at the table, then ran off to get the dishes she had made. Her movements were hurried and nervous, just like a child trying hard to perform.
A dish so black it was unrecognizable and burnt beyond recognition was placed in front of Han Yi.
"How is it? This is the best dish I've ever made, my first time cooking." Mingyue stared intently at Han Yi, like a student waiting for praise from a teacher.
What do you mean, 'first time making this'? He ate it before..." Han Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he knew he was in trouble, but he was already in a bind.
He glanced casually at the stove out of the corner of his eye, and good heavens, there were several dishes on it, looking even worse than this one.
"Your craftsmanship is excellent!"
Without thinking, Han Yi praised it against his conscience, forcing a smile that looked worse than a grimace, while inwardly lamenting: Is this even edible?
Huixin then took her seat, and upon hearing Han Yi's words, she immediately fanned the flames from the side: "Junior brother, hurry up and try it! You can't let your senior sister's good intentions go to waste!"
His smug look clearly showed he was looking for trouble and hoped Han Yi would make a fool of himself; he could barely hide the wicked grin on his face.
Han Yi gritted his teeth and picked up a piece, intending to put it in his bowl first and then dispose of it when no one was looking.
Little did he know, three pairs of eyes, like searchlights, were fixed on the dark, burnt-smelling clump of vegetables on his chopsticks, waiting for him to put it in his mouth.
Mingyue was so excited that her face turned red. Han Yi's evaluation was related to her future happiness. Granny Wang had told her that to win a man's heart, you must first win his stomach.
Han Yi felt helpless, but he had to force a smile. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he could only grit his teeth and take a small bite.
What did it taste like after that bite? Extremely salty! The saltiness and burnt flavors "met" in his mouth, and the force almost made him spit it out. Fortunately, Han Yi gritted his teeth and forced it down.
"good to eat!"
With tears in his eyes, Han Yi praised her, then without hesitation, picked up another chopstick and threw it into Hui Xin's bowl with lightning speed, thinking to himself: Brotherly love is deep, senior brother, you have to save me!
But Han Yi never expected that Mingyue would react even faster.
Before Huixin could react, Mingyue grabbed his rice bowl and quickly shoveled the food back into Han Yi's bowl. Her movements were swift and efficient. She said, "This is something I made especially for you. You don't need to give it to him. He can eat what his mother makes."
This move left Han Yi speechless with frustration. He had hoped Huixin would share the burden, but now his plan had fallen through, and he could only swallow his anger.
He had to put on a happy face, but his heart was filled with bitterness: Senior sister, why don't you taste the food yourself after you cook it!
Seeing that Han Yi was enjoying his meal, Mingyue was secretly pleased and didn't realize that there was anything wrong with her cooking skills. She happily went to get the rest of the dishes.