Chapter 13 The Cooking Methods of Modern People—Even Dogs Would Shake Their Heads

This scene played a pivotal role in stirring up nausea.

Honestly...

Even a pig would question its existence if it saw this pot.

A dog would shake its head at the sight of it.

Lin Yu turned on his heel and walked away, acting as if he hadn’t seen a thing.

Meanwhile, the two heiresses scrambled to grab chopsticks and bowls, only to freeze in place when they saw the culinary disaster in the pot. Their expressions were a tangled mess of emotions. After a brief pause, both covered their mouths, faces turning pale as they retched behind splayed fingers.

Seeing the two esteemed ladies in such a sorry state, the production crew could no longer hold back their laughter.

The livestream chat exploded with comments.

“I’m dying! They’re truly from wealthy families!”

“The pot: If I’d known this was my fate, I’d rather have rusted away in the factory.”

“Good grief, who would’ve thought? Their cooking skills are even worse than my mom’s. Who else has had an egg explode in the microwave and then been told to stand in place and air-dry?”

“Upstairs, you must’ve been picked up from the trash. Your mom wanted you to find a cool place and wait for death, didn’t she? I’m dying laughing.”

“Why did our guy run so fast? Was he afraid he’d be forced to taste it?”

“If anyone eats that, it’ll be our turn to attend a funeral banquet, ha ha ha!”

“Seriously, don’t they even know the basics of washing vegetables or removing the gamey taste from meat? Definitely raised with a silver spoon!”

“To be fair, the goddesses are really suffering!”

“As a Minotaur: Family, don’t be surprised. They’re both pregnant with my child! When the baby’s born, it’ll take my last name!”

“Did something weird just show up in the chat?”

...

Ji Ya was left with a psychological scar—she might never want to step into a kitchen again in her life.

Since entering the entertainment industry, Bai Yichu had never been so embarrassed. It took all her strength to suppress the churning in her stomach.

Their eyes met, and both turned away awkwardly, unwilling to recall the ordeal they had just endured.

Lin Yu poked his head out from behind the sofa, holding a self-heating hotpot and smiling as he asked, “Ladies, if you can’t manage, the self-heating hotpot is a real option.”

“Just add some water and it’s ready to eat.”

Bai Yichu rolled her eyes dramatically and ignored him, while Ji Ya felt another wave of nausea and her little face was etched with displeasure.

At a time like this, Lin Yu was still recommending hotpot? Just the sight of it was enough to make them sick!

Lin Yu’s well-meaning offer was flatly rejected. He could only shake his head and sigh helplessly.

Ah, women are just trouble.

Still, he was a man of conscience. After all, offending the boss meant losing his job. No matter what, he had to provide something edible for her.

Not to mention, Bai Yichu was currently at the peak of her popularity. If he let the two goddesses go hungry and did nothing, he’d be drowned by a tidal wave of criticism from their fans.

And, of course, helping the two goddesses was a surefire way to gain exposure and attention.

Rolling up his sleeves, Lin Yu said, “Go relax and watch some TV. I’ll handle your dinner.”

Ji Ya, noticing Lin Yu was finally trying to make his presence felt on camera, nodded in agreement.

But it struck her as odd—he was a fresh college graduate, yet he seemed unusually familiar with variety show filming rules.

If he’d cooked in the kitchen alongside them, even as the head chef with the goddesses assisting, the cameras would have focused mainly on the two women, with him as a mere supporting player.

But now, with both women watching TV, the directors couldn’t just film them sitting idly by.

Meaning...

More of the camera’s focus would inevitably shift to Lin Yu cooking alone.

Ji Ya suddenly felt gratified.

This kid was finally getting into proper working mode in the industry. Not bad—he was catching on!

“Our tastes are quite refined. You’d better not mess this up,” Ji Ya deliberately warned him.

Lin Yu grinned, “Don’t worry, no one’s ever complained about my cooking. The only danger is that you two heiresses won’t be able to get enough and will keep coming back for more. I don’t have that much time to indulge you.”

“Just wait and enjoy!”

...?

Wait a minute. Why does every conversation between you two sound like a flirtatious exchange? Is this really the sort of dialogue a top-tier, aloof female star like me should be hearing?

Bai Yichu was utterly stunned.

“Ahem, could you two keep it down? Your happiness is disturbing me...” she quipped, and the livestream chat went wild.

“I knew it! The CEO and the male artist romance plot really does exist! I’m shipping this couple right now!”

“Ji Ya, our goddess! How can you tie yourself to just one tree?”

“I absolutely refuse to believe my goddess would fall for such a loser... It’s all scripted, all of it!”

“Bai Bai looks like a melon-eating bystander, this is hilarious!”

“Turns out those webnovel plots where the broke guy ends up with the female CEO are based on real life? I’m off to start writing!”

“If you publish it, I’ll be your first buyer!”

...

Ji Ya shot Bai Yichu a sharp glare, then cleared her throat and reverted to her usual aloof and regal persona, addressing Lin Yu coldly, “Go cook. If you let us go hungry, your salary’s getting cut in half!”

Lin Yu: ...Why am I being punished for things I didn’t even say? So I don’t even count as a human being now?

Even though he had a thousand urges to sing the song of the emancipated serf, Lin Yu swallowed his frustration, tied on an apron, and got to work.

After all, when under someone else’s roof, you have to keep your head down.

But as soon as he approached the sink, he was stunned.

Had a war just been fought here? Why was the sink, and the entire floor, covered in suds? And a full bottle of dish soap now lay empty and sacrificed beside it.

Around the trash can and on the floor, a jumbled heap of packaging, several unopened boxes of meat, and some discarded vegetable hearts were piled up...

Yes...

Truly the ways of young ladies raised in luxury—throwing out the tenderest, most delicious parts of the vegetables and keeping only the leaves.

Brilliant.

Lin Yu was speechless—no, utterly speechless.

Just then, the smell of something burning filled his nose.

He instinctively turned his head to look.

The induction cooker’s pot was left directly on the heat!

Unbelievable.

After all that chaos, the contents of the pot had been burned to a crisp. The charred lump stuck to the bottom was now unrecognizable as any particular ingredient.

The destructive power of women...

Sigh...

Lin Yu glanced at the staff nearby and waved.

“Could I get another pot?”

The staff member reflexively looked toward the director.

At that moment, Lin Jia was busy squealing with the two ladies over a kissing scene in the TV drama playing on screen.