8. Blackfish

Yimo suddenly reacting was definitely a good thing.

But this reaction... why did it seem so off?

Under Ning Yuyu's gaze, Yimo moved his lips but made no sound.

Still, from his lip movements, Ning Yuyu could tell he was trying to say, "Stop her."

"OK, leave it to me!"

Ning Yuyu understood and guessed that Qian Baitao was probably a kitchen disaster, or that everything she made was some kind of eldritch Death Game cuisine-food you had to eat once it was made. Yimo had probably suffered through it before, which was why he was reacting so strongly now.

Oh-ho! The arduous task of saving a lolicon uncle was one she couldn't shirk!

Ning Yuyu immediately left the room to find Qian Baitao.

As for why Yimo couldn't speak, she wasn't too worried.

After all, the Death Game could heal injuries and let you customize your character. There was no injury or illness it couldn't cure, so there was no need to dwell on it.

Ning Yuyu found Qian Baitao in a small hut all by herself.

Along the wall stood cupboards and an induction cooker. Cardboard boxes and storage cabinets were arranged around the room, filled with all kinds of food.

Qian Baitao had already tied on an apron. Her enormous breasts pushed the fabric up so high that it looked like the apron might not be able to contain them.

At that moment, she was holding a wooden wok spatula and trying to decide what to make.

Qian Baitao: "Huh? Yuyu, what brings you here?"

"Ehehe, did you want to learn how to cook from me?"

"Actually, I'm not that good at cooking. I'm afraid I won't teach you well~"

Seeing Ning Yuyu, Qian Baitao smiled shyly.

Ning Yuyu hurried forward to stop her. Without another word,