Living With My Yandere Professor Chapter 107: You’re Becoming Like My Mother

After returning ho, Andrew was still a little dissatisfied.

"Sister, I’ve been behaving pretty well lately, why isn’t that enough?"

"Pretty well?"

Scarlett quickly turned around and stared directly at Andrew, "Then let ask you!"

Hearing those four words, Andrew’s heart imdiately sank halfway. Although he didn’t rember doing anything recently that would displease Professor Scarlett, the fact that she said that ant he had, and probably quite a bit.

As expected, Scarlett imdiately began listing the ’cris’ Andrew had committed over the past half month.

"You said you would cook delicious food for . Have you stepped into the kitchen once in the last half month?"

"Uh... Isn’t that because I was busy studying?" Andrew explained with an awkward smile.

The truth was, Andrew had gotten used to being lazy at ho. As long as Scarlett didn’t ntion it, he wouldn’t even think about cooking; his default thought was to order takeout.

"Are you that busy? The mont I stop supervising you, you’re either playing on your phone or chatting with soone about who-knows-what."

After speaking, Scarlett continued listing, "You agreed to run with in the mornings. Which day have you gotten up early to run with ?"

"Uh..."

"Also, I told you not to stay up late at night, did you listen? What ti did you go to sleep a few nights ago? Did you think I wouldn’t know?"

"Mhm..."

"Actually..."

Andrew wanted to say sothing, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Scarlett interrupted him.

"I don’t want to hear your excuses."

After scolding him, Scarlett continued to lecture, "I told you to focus on your classes, but I still have to urge you to review and remind you to take notes. Are you the one studying, or am I?"

"..."

Why did these words sound so familiar the more he listened?

Andrew lowered his head, feeling exactly like he did when his own mother used to lecture him at ho.

The problem was, everything Scarlett said was true, leaving him with no grounds to refute.

As Scarlett spoke, she gradually beca angry. She was a person who was rigorous and self-disciplined, yet the boyfriend she found was an old slicker.

Seeing Andrew keep his head down and remain silent, Scarlett angrily questioned him again, "Why aren’t you talking?"

When Andrew heard this, he raised his head in confusion, "Didn’t Scar tell not to make excuses?"

"You dare to talk back!"

"..."

Andrew once again silently lowered his head, feeling a bit wronged in his heart.

Scarlett, having just finished speaking in anger, realized she might have gotten carried away and acted a bit unreasonably.

After a mont of silence, she said calmly, "I got a bit heated just now, I was a bit harsh."

"..."

Andrew didn’t dare to speak, only muttering to himself internally, "You know that, do you?"

The next mont, Scarlett raised her voice slightly and said righteously, "I was doing this all for your own good by criticizing you, understand?"

"I understand."

Andrew nodded repeatedly. Seeing that Scarlett seed to have cald down, he whispered, "Sister, why do I feel like you’re becoming more and more like my mother?"

Upon hearing this, Scarlett glanced at Andrew, "If you were my son, I would have tied you up and given you a good beating long ago."

"..."

So fierce.

After being scolded, Andrew saw that Scarlett was no longer angry and started thinking about how to cheer her up.

"Scar, I’ll cook sothing delicious for you tonight then. What do you want to eat?"

Scarlett originally didn’t want to bother with Andrew.

She had to remind him to cook sothing delicious; clearly, he wasn’t taking it seriously.

But then she changed her mind. Why throw a tantrum? She wasn’t a little girl, and besides, it was great that Andrew took the initiative to cook for her.

’Yes! This was the perfect chance to make him make up for everything he owed her!’

"You go to the supermarket first. I’ll text you everything I want to eat on your phone."

"Yes."

Andrew grabbed the keys to the Audi and went out.

After leaving Starly’s Bentley for Scarlett, this Audi had basically beco Andrew’s dedicated ride.

On the way to the supermarket, Andrew had already guessed that Scarlett would probably make him cook a lot to compensate for her, so he was sowhat prepared.

However, he never expected that the nu Scarlett sent over was an entire long strip.

"No! How many?"

Andrew counted from top to bottom, twelve dishes! Was she preparing for a banquet?

He suspected that Scarlett might have sent it too quickly without checking the quantity, so he quickly ssaged back to ask, "Sister, did you send too much? Twelve dishes?"

"No mistake, it’s exactly these twelve."

"How can the two of us possibly finish all this! Why don’t you cut a few? I’ll cook the rest for you tomorrow?"

"Don’t worry, I can finish it. And I even noted down the quantities for you, just make a small amount of each dish."

Andrew looked and indeed, she had even specified the exact grams of ingredients to buy.

"..."

Andrew was a hundred percent unwilling in his heart. Just doing this much cooking would keep him busy in the kitchen for over an hour. If anyone else had asked him to cook this many dishes,

he would have just replied, ’Go eat dirt!’

But this was Scarlett’s request; no matter how tired he was, he had to do it.

With the list in hand, Andrew bought the ingredients until they filled up more than half the shopping cart. When he got back to the complex, it took him great effort just to carry them upstairs.

Fortunately, while making dinner, Scarlett kept assisting him, and the weather wasn’t as scorching hot anymore.

Still, after finishing this spread worthy of a Imperial Feast, Andrew was so exhausted his body felt limp.

Scarlett, on the other hand, had eyes shining as she looked at the table full of fragrant and appealing dishes. For soone like her who loved to eat, the temptation of gourt food was fatal.

Watching Scarlett eat so happily, Andrew felt that all his exhaustion was worth it.

However, his appetite was naturally small, and being tired now ant he was full after eating very little at dinner.

Scarlett, halfway through her al, noticed Andrew putting down his spoon and couldn’t help but stop eating herself.

"Why aren’t you eating anymore?"

"I’m full, Scar, you keep eating."

"You’re full already? You barely ate anything. And this is all stuff you cooked yourself."

Scarlett pouted slightly. She felt Andrew’s appetite was like a kitten’s; he got full after just a tiny bit. How could that work?

Moreover, Andrew had worked so hard for so long; if he didn’t eat more to replenish his energy, wouldn’t he get thin?

When Andrew went ho for the New Year, if her ntor, Alexa, saw him, she might think Scarlett had mistreated him.

"It’s not okay to eat so little. You can skip the rice if you want, but eat so more of the dishes."

Scarlett then looked towards the other King Crab, "There are exactly two King Crabs here. You should eat yours too, right?"

"You should eat it instead, Scar? I only eat the crab roe when I eat crab; the rest is wasted."

Andrew only ate the roe; he would just chew the leg at vaguely and then spit out the at and shell together.

"Ah? You don’t even know how to eat crab?"

Scarlett was montarily speechless upon hearing this. How could soone not know how to eat crab, especially when Andrew grew up in a coastal area?

"My sister doesn’t know how to eat either. She just buys the roe directly."

Scarlett was speechless for a mont, then picked up the other King Crab and started peeling the shell.

Andrew thought Scarlett was eating it herself, so he didn’t pay attention and lowered his head to continue playing on his phone.

It wasn’t until a mont later that Scarlett’s voice ca near his ear again, "Stop playing on your phone. Eat this crab at; I’ve already peeled it for you."

"Huh???"

Andrew raised his head in confusion and saw that Scarlett had peeled nearly half a small bowl of crab at for him, "Sister, why are you peeling crab at for ?"

"Didn’t you say I’m like your mother? Is there a problem with a mother peeling crab at for you?"

"Can you explain it like that?"

Looking at the crab at in the bowl, Andrew hesitated for a mont before picking up his chopsticks and starting to eat.

If delicious food is delivered right to your mouth and you don’t eat it, wouldn’t that make you a total fool?

However, Andrew was also a bit curious how Professor Scarlett managed to extract the crab at with such high efficiency.

Originally, he planned to watch and learn so he could eat crab like that himself next ti.

But when he saw Scarlett holding a crab leg, biting it open, chewing the at in her mouth, and then spitting out the shell, his eyes widened.

"!!!"

Scarlett noticed Andrew staring at her, paused for a mont, and then released the crab she was about to bite.

"Why are you looking at ? This is the only way I can help you get the crab at out. How can I open the shell and pick out the at using only my hands?"

"It’s just that this is a bit..."

"A bit what?"

Andrew felt that this was a bit too much, but after hesitating for a mont, he chose to remain silent.

"Nothing."

He had already eaten it, so what was there to say?

(Don’t worry guys, I will give it end, and complete it. Till you can check my others novels. Wasteland : I Awakened A Plant System.)