After Giving Birth, All My Beast Ex-Husbands Suddenly Want Me Back Chapter 143: New recipe

"Don’t forget—you already have a marriage arranged for you," Yanai said coldly. "You should keep your distance from Nina."

"That’s none of your concern," Mino replied with a raised brow. "You’d better worry about yourself instead."

Your mistake isn’t any smaller than mine, he thought. At least I’m still the fiancé. You’re the forr fiancé who already broke things off with Nina.

Mino had no intention of revealing Nina’s true identity to Yanai. One fewer dangerous rival was a good thing.

But rembering what Yanai had once said to Nina, a surge of anger rose in Mino’s chest.

"Co outside with for a mont."

Yanai didn’t understand why, but he followed him out.

Mino led him to the edge of the vegetable garden and imdiately threw a punch.

"Don’t use abilities," he warned. "If we damage the garden, Nina will be angry."

Yanai still didn’t understand why Mino attacked the mont they t, but he also had so resentnt brewing inside him.

And so the two males began trading blows—fists colliding with dull thuds.

The other males barely reacted.

Males fighting was perfectly normal.

Nina, however, felt a headache coming on. Why the hell are they fighting again...?

As the sun slowly sank below the horizon, smoke began curling up from the cooking stoves.

When Mino noticed the fire had already been lit beneath the stove, he finally stopped fighting.

"Enough," he said, pulling back after throwing one last punch. "I need to cook for Nina."

Hearing Nina’s na, Yanai also stopped.

"Fine. We’re done."

They both snorted coldly at each other before going off to their own tasks.

After dinner, everyone finished their chores and returned to their rooms.

Yanai washed up and lay down on his bed. He truly needed rest—he had barely slept for days.

anwhile, Mino sat on his own bed, racking his brain over how to win Nina’s favor and make her like him.

He looked at the clothes he had sewn himself. They were decent enough, but compared to what the other males made, they were nothing special. He didn’t even have the courage to give them to her.

In terms of strength, he was probably the weakest among them.

The only thing he truly excelled at... was cooking.

After thinking for a long ti, sothing suddenly occurred to him.

Once, Nina had ntioned a dish she really wanted to try. Maybe he could make it for her.

The problem was... he had never even seen the fruit she had ntioned—sothing called lychee. Nina had only described it briefly.

He didn’t even know whether such a fruit existed here.

No matter, he thought. I’ll just go look.

But what if he found the wrong fruit?

What if it was poisonous and hard Nina?

Mino glanced at Yanai, who was sleeping nearby. He nudged him.

"Hey, Yanai. Wake up and help with sothing."

Yanai’s ability seed to be able to detect poisonous fruits.

Yanai rolled over without opening his eyes. "No."

Mino scowled. "Aren’t we brothers?"

"Not anymore," Yanai muttered. "We broke that off."

After all, who was it that once insisted he shouldn’t pursue Nina? And who had just picked a fight with him earlier?

Why would he help a rival?

Mino clenched his fists.

Fine. If he wouldn’t help, he’d do it himself.

After briefly informing Ming, Mino headed into the forest, searching everywhere for the lychee Nina had described.

He searched for hours.

At one point, he found a fruit that looked similar. But when he peeled it open, the flesh inside was yellow.

Not it.

He kept searching.

Later, he found another one that looked promising. This ti, the flesh inside was translucent white.

Is this it?

He tasted it.

Bitter.

Not it either.

By dawn, Mino still hadn’t found the right fruit.

Just as he was about to keep searching, a sharp pain twisted through his stomach.

So of the fruits he had tested earlier had clearly been poisonous. Thankfully, the toxins weren’t very strong.

Next ti, he’d better have Yanai examine them before giving anything to Nina.

Suppressing the poison with his abilities and swallowing a pill, he continued searching.

Thus, Mino endured the stomach pain and kept combing through the forest.

Finally, just as night fell again, he discovered a fruit that matched Nina’s description almost perfectly.

He cracked it open.

The flesh looked right.

He took a careful bite.

Sweet. Crisp. Refreshing.

This had to be it.

Overjoyed, he picked a large number of them, gathered the rest of the ingredients he needed, and hurried back to the tribe.

The next afternoon, Mino finally returned.

He looked travel-worn and dusty, dark circles shadowing his eyes, his lips pale.

When Nina saw him, she frowned with concern.

"Mino, what’s wrong with you? You look terrible."

"I’m fine," Mino said with a smile. "I just didn’t sleep well last night."

"Then you should go rest imdiately," Nina said.

Ming had ntioned earlier that Mino would be away for a day or two, but hadn’t explained why. Since Mino didn’t seem inclined to talk about it, Nina didn’t press further.

"I’m really fine. Don’t worry." He smiled again and returned to the stone house.

Inside, he saw Yanai leaning against the headboard with his eyes closed.

"Yanai," Mino said, "I want Nina to eat this fruit. Help check if it’s poisonous."

In truth, the poison still lingering in his own body hadn’t been cured—the dicine he took yesterday hadn’t helped much. But he barely cared.

All he could think about was Nina.

At the ntion of her na, Yanai opened his eyes. "Let see."

Anything ant for Nina had to be examined carefully.

He glanced at Mino and frowned. "You didn’t test fruits on yourself and poison yourself, did you?"

"Yes," Mino admitted calmly. "Don’t worry about . Just check the fruit."

Yanai gave him a sidelong look before taking the fruit.

He tasted a small piece and examined it with his ability. "No poison. The flavor’s decent too."

He looked puzzled. "Why are you running around looking for fruit? Nina doesn’t lack fruit. The other males bring her plenty every day."

Mino let out a quiet sigh of relief. If it wasn’t poisonous, then this must really be the fruit he needed.

"That’s none of your business," he said with a faint smile.

"Co here. I’ll detoxify you a little," Yanai said.

They had been brothers for many years after all. Helping him a little wouldn’t hurt.

More importantly, he just didn’t want Mino to collapse in front of Nina and earn sympathy.

Mino walked over. "Thanks."

The stomach pain might affect his cooking later—he needed the dish to taste perfect.

Yanai scoffed lightly but still treated him.

Soon after, Mino headed to the kitchen and began cooking.

Several males gathered nearby to watch and learn. Everyone knew Mino’s cooking skills were exceptional.

Finch watched curiously.

"That fruit he’s peeling... is he planning to cook with it?"

"Yes," Odian replied. "Nina once said so fruits can be used in dishes."

Sal raised an eyebrow.

That sly cat is trying to move up the ranks.

Kith observed quietly, determined to improve his own cooking skills.

Aviel studied the process with interest. There was far more technique involved in cooking than he had realized.

Yanai leaned against the wall, curious to see what the "stupid cat" would produce.

Mino ignored them all and focused completely on the dish.

He carefully recalled Nina’s description—the appearance, the flavor—and began experinting.

First, he simred a broth, then tried making the crispy outer coating.

He failed many tis before finally achieving the texture he wanted.

The shrimp were the easiest part.

After that, he prepared the lychees, wrapped the shrimp balls, and coated them with the crisp batter. Using his abilities, he sped up the process.

When everything was ready, he deep-fried the shrimp balls in oil and arranged them carefully on a plate.

After a long while, a beautiful dish of lychee shrimp balls was finally finished.

The watching males couldn’t help sighing.

Cooking really did require effort.

Carrying the dish carefully, Mino walked to Nina’s door.

"Nina," he called softly, "I made a new dish. Would you like to try it?"

Nina was puzzled.

It wasn’t even alti yet—why was Mino cooking?

Still, she invited him inside.

The room was quiet. The cubs were playing outside.

When Nina saw the dish in his hands, surprise filled her eyes. Wasn’t this the lychee shrimp she had once seen in a cooking video?

How did Mino know how to make it?

"Nina," he said softly, his blue eyes full of anticipation, "I rember you once said you wanted to try this dish. So I tried making it. I even added the lychees you ntioned."

Nina looked at the dish, then at Mino’s exhausted face.

Her heart stirred with complicated emotions.

Where had he found lychees?

Did he even know what they looked like?

Had he slept at all these past two days?

She had only ntioned the dish casually. She had once seen a video where soone made lychee shrimp and thought it looked interesting.

During a casual conversation, she had ntioned it to Mino.

When he asked about it, she had simply described what she rembered from the video.

She never expected him to actually recreate it.

"Thank you, Mino."

Nina picked up one serving and took a bite.

The mont the flavor touched her tongue, her expression changed instantly.