Changing his ID, he stared at the screen to wait for a response, but to no avail. Looking around, he exited the chat group and reported it for the spread of pornography.
Its worth a shot, he wondered, thinking of Jung. A goddess like Jung cannot be stopped by modern technology, so if they are the real thing, reporting them should do nothing.
On the way ho, he passed by the convenience store near the apartnt and bought instant noodles, at, eggs, tomatoes, a handful of chives, and two tubs of strawberry ice cream.
After leaving the store, he looked at the bag in his hand and shrugged.
A full al plus dessert after all the bad things shes done, ah
He thought of his fathers secret recipe to cultivate the best-tasting instant noodles around town; he rembers that it sold nearly 300 bowls in a single night. High-quality, cheap prices are an easy recipe to attract custors.
Compared with those popular ran recipes online, Yibei thinks that his fathers recipe still reigns supre over those trends.
Ever since the nights grew longer, their sales at night were seriously affected, and his father died out of the blue.
I like being a chef, he thought as he walked back to the apartnt.
Standing in front of the door, he took out the key and opened the door, calling out into the room.
Im back!
As soon as he opened the door and saw the scene in the room, he noticed an unusual sll and couldnt help but frown.
It was pitch black, and the apparitions who were used to greet him with enthusiasm were nowhere to be seen. In fact, sothing seed to lurk in the darkness, awaiting his return.
That goddess was left alone the entire day! Shouldnt she be watching a shitty soap opera or sothing? Where is she?
However, her eyes felt normal, which ans that there was no danger.
He peered outside his unit to confirm that it was his apartnt unit when he heard a faint voice coming from the inside.
Youre back? Why did you leave again?
Hearing the goddess, he felt like running out and just holing up for the night in so park.
The lights flickered on, and, in the corner of the room, he could see the apparitions huddled together as they shook their heads towards him apologetically.
As if they were telling him, We are victims too.
Yibei nodded towards them and looked at Jung, who was in the living room.
She stripped off her large T-shirt and put on her erald robe and mask. She moved a chair and sat towards Yibei as she folded her hands together. Through the gaps in the mask, you could tell that she was slightly angry.
He wordlessly entered, changed into his slippers, and locked the door behind him before walking towards the kitchen with his groceries.
Hmph!
Oh my god, what are you doing? Are you actually mad at ? he asked.
Youre the one whos coming ho late! Didnt you tell that you were going to cook for ? Its dangerous out late! I was waiting for you all day, worried sick!
Yibei felt like he was at a loss. Why was she speaking like his dad?
Could it be that shes no longer satisfied with their relationship and that she now wants to beco a family?
Dad! Your son is being taken advantage of! Please smite this woman down!
Seeing him go nonverbal, Jung secretly rejoiced, thinking that he felt guilty over his actions.
Despite that, Jung felt a little guilty for syphoning a bit too much money out of his bank account. At first, she planned on swallowing her pride as a goddess and apologising.
However, the longer she waited for him, the more her mind changed.
The mont he cos back ho, Ill let him have it! She thought. And he wont be able to get angry at for using his bank card dry!
I think youre lying to , Jung said coldly. What are you actually doing out late? Do you actually think of the woman waiting for you at ho?
Yibei scratched his head, feeling guilty, only to realise sothing.
Wait, were not even related! Why am I feeling guilty?
My bank card, he bluntly replied. Youre a an goddess. Where did you learn this from? Thats not very goddess-like of you.
Ah, Jung replied blankly. She rembered seeing the wives who spent money recklessly in her Garden and shouting at their husbands to avoid being held accountable. It seems that this trick doesnt work on Lu Yibei.
Although Jung was wearing a mask, he could see that she was blushing, but he shrugged to himself.
My money is gone anyway. Cant do much about it once it turns into ga credits.
He sighed as he turned around into the kitchen and took out two ran pots from his cabinet.
The secret recipe was actually nothing complicatedtomatoes to add a tangy kick to the ran, one half stir-fried to make a paste, while the other half was cut into cubes. Then, add water and seasoning packets to make the soup.
Cook the noodles, soak them under cold water to retain their chewy texture, and rub in a little lard.
Fry only one side of the egg, and let the other side cook in the heat of the soup. Anchovies to enhance flavour, and garnish with chives.
When Jung saw that her purported feasts were now instant noodles with so at and so vegetables, her heart was full of disdain as she hovered into the kitchen, wondering what was so special about such cheap food.
However, when the fragrance hit her nostrils, she couldnt help but swallowthe fresh crisp of vegetables, the animal fat boiling in the soup, the fragrance of spices within the seasoning packets
But Im a goddess Im not going to eat sothing as cheap as this.
Sorry, sothing happened today, and this is all I can co up with. I hope you dont mind, he muttered, handing her a pot of noodles.
Okay! she smiled as she took the pot and lifted her mask to eat.
This tastes far worse than the offerings I get in my Garden.
I see.
And its not as good as that buffet place in the middle of town.
Mm-hmm.
And compared to the urban legend taverns longevity noodles, this is nothing.
I see, he nodded. Does it taste good?
It it does! She blurted out, and her eyes widened as she saw Yibei jump up from his seat.
Fantastic! Now that Ive made you your delicious food, wheres my potion? I thought we agreed on this!
About that
You havent done it yet, I assu?
Its in the process.
Sounds just like whenever Im doing my thesis.
Tsk! she pouted as she put down her chopsticks and pointed outside. I told you its in the process! Its still processing on the balcony!
He frowned as he walked towards the balcony. Then he saw a piece of pure silver carved into the shape of a dish, and the dish was filled with moonlight.
Moonlight was the best term he could use to describe the substance in the dishdreamy, transcendent liquid rippling in the saucerand he felt hypnotised as he stared into the dish.
Isnt it beautiful? Jung boasted behind him with an erald aura radiating off her. You showed off your cooking skills; now its ti to show mine off!
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