Delicious One-Pot Stew

The moment Cui Yang heard that, he lost interest. He had no habit of prying into other people's secrets. Still, after living together for so long, he kindly offered a reminder. "I'm not really curious about what's between you two, but he nearly got Madam Su and Mr. Su killed before. We don't know what changed now, but for safety's sake, you should still be careful."

His responsibility was only to protect Miss Shen Yue. He had wanted to kill Shen Mo before simply because the latter had been making too much of a fuss and was getting annoying.

Whoever this current "him" was, as long as he kept behaving himself, Cui Yang could ignore him.

Leng Shiyi watched their interaction without saying anything, and no one knew what he was thinking.

In the kitchen, Shen Mo hummed a little tune as he portioned the finished one-pot stew into bowls. There were six large, heaping bowls in total.

He carried two bowls back to the dining table, handed one to his sister, then sat down and began eating. Before taking his first bite, he said gloomily, "If you want some, go get it yourselves. I can't guarantee it'll taste good, and there's no after-sales service."

Eat it if you want, leave it if you don't. I put plenty of good stuff in there just now. Even if it tastes bad, it can't taste that bad. The important thing is that it's good for the body. I may be sneaky about it on the surface, but behind the scenes, I never intended to hide it. Whether you can seize this opportunity depends on whether you're smart enough. Opportunities like this don't come often, and I don't plan to cook for you all the time.

He could not openly take out the good stuff, but once it had gone into the pot, who could tell?

If anyone really noticed anything, he could just blame it all on his extraordinary cooking talent.

Whether it was true or not, Shen Mo did not feel guilty in the slightest. After all, only he could truly make food taste like this.

Besides, he really did not want his sister to cook. He had originally planned to train his sister's childhood sweetheart.

Shen Mo glanced up at Su Ze's retreating figure as he entered the kitchen, then buried his face in his bowl again and continued eating.

He had eaten so many snacks that he was not actually that hungry, but his one-pot stew really did taste great.

Shen Mo let out a satisfied burp and lazily leaned back against the sofa.

When Leng Shiyi entered the kitchen and saw the four bowls waiting inside, a trace of warmth flashed through his eyes. He turned to look at the person curled up on the sofa. "This guy hates Yang Xuan, doesn't he? Why did he make a portion for him too?"

This time, no one ate in the dining room. Everyone returned to their own rooms.

Shen Mo did not bother with them. After washing his and his sister's bowls, he called out a greeting and went back to his room.

Yang Xuan looked at the meal his cousin had brought in. His stomach immediately growled at the smell. "Bro, from now on, you're my real brother. I love you so much. Did Sister Yueyue make this again? It smells amazing."

Leng Shiyi handed him one of the bowls. "Shen Yue didn't make it. Shen Mo did."

Yang Xuan paused with the chopsticks that were about to stuff noodles into his mouth, then calmly put them in anyway. "Mm... Who are you trying to fool? Him? With cooking skills like this? You guys must have eaten all those vegetables."

He was genuinely starving, and this bowl of food was genuinely delicious. How could noodles taste this good? And the soup—there was clearly no meat in it, yet it was so rich and savory.

Leng Shiyi sat beside him and began eating quietly as well. "We didn't. These noodles were made from those vegetables."

The instant the noodles entered his mouth, Leng Shiyi's eyes brightened as well.

After the apocalypse, he had not eaten anything this delicious in a very long time.

It was not merely because of the shortage of supplies. After the apocalypse, many dishes could no longer be made with their original flavors. They could only fill one's stomach; there was no deliciousness to savor.

Food this normal was rare.

Shen Mo probably did not know that his cover had nearly been seen through even by the dumbest one. Right now, he was farming in the space again.

After wiping his face, Shen Mo looked at the dirt on his hands and rinsed them in the lake. To his surprise, he spotted several small fish.

Logically speaking, if there were fish here, they could not all be this small. Besides, there had clearly been none when he entered last time.

It seemed the space had evolved and produced them on its own.

That was even better. Now he would not have to bring in creatures from outside without knowing whether they had mutated.