Cook Gan Yan Yu

"Teacher Gan, I think you'd look absolutely adorable dancing something this cute."

"It wouldn't look good. I'm not dancing."

"I'll Photoshop an anime avatar over your face. You won't show your face at all."

"Not dancing even if I don't show my face."

"Teacher Yan Yu—"

"Calling me 'Yan Yu' won't help either."

Gan Yan Yu crossed her hands and made a "dame" gesture, thoroughly crushing Lin Tian's hopes.

Helpless, Lin Tian could only lower his head and keep scrolling through his phone.

He hadn't expected it either.

The Can-Can had ultimately exploded across the internet in this way.

And after going alone to the café and discussing the Can-Can's copyright with Ms. Feng Miao from Unive, Lin Tian had realized something.

The waters of music copyright were far too deep.

As a high school student, he simply didn't have enough energy to deal with it.

They should wait until both he and Gan Yan Yu had built up enough real strength before considering how to make money from music copyrights.

His meeting with Unive had at least helped him discover a potential problem ahead of time.

Emotion Points (Happiness): 287770/100000

Mission Complete: Create a piece of music, release a video performing it with a partner, receive 100,000 likes, and gain "happiness" emotions from [100000] viewers

Ding—The producer completed the mission in more than double the required capacity within 24 hours of releasing the work. Reward upgraded!

Profit Doubling Card for a work *1 → Profit Doubling Card for a work *2

It had given him an extra card?

Note: Only one doubling card may be used for the earnings of the same work. They cannot be stacked.

That made sense.

If a work's earnings doubled once, then doubled again through stacking, that would mean quadrupling them.

No matter how he thought about it, that was too outrageous. Even getting rich overnight didn't work like that.

Since he had an extra doubling card, it meant Lin Tian had one more margin for error.

Before his works could earn money through album releases, figuring out how to make more money through Douyin advertisements was a technical problem.

"Lin Tian."

"Huh?"

Lin Tian had still been calculating how to make money when Gan Yan Yu interrupted his thoughts from beside him.

"Are you hungry?"

The girl asked softly, her voice as gentle as a young wife's.

Lin Tian paused, then nodded.

"Then..."

Gan Yan Yu stood up. "I'll go make dinner, okay?"

Although Gan Yan Yu had confidently declared that she would personally make Lin Tian a whole table of dishes, he absolutely did not dare let her mess around by herself.

After Gan Yan Yu tied on the apron from Lin Tian's home—

Lin Tian immediately became fully alert and stood guard beside her.

He was ready at any moment to step in and deal with any possible accident, such as the stove catching fire, a gas leak, or hot oil splattering onto Gan Yan Yu's chest.

It wasn't that Lin Tian doubted Gan Yan Yu's cooking skills.

It was just that, from what he had learned through their previous conversations, Gan Yan Yu had mostly used an electric student pot to cook noodles or bought supermarket ready meals while she was in the United Kingdom.

All right, he did doubt her.

Gan Yan Yu glanced at the highly alert Lin Tian beside her, her rosy little lips pouting slightly.

"You don't trust me?"

"No, I'm worried you might need help."

"I won't."

"I'm worried you won't know how to use my kitchenware."

"Then you're not allowed to do anything later. You can only talk."

Gan Yan Yu raised an index finger and said seriously, "And if you have any questions, you have to ask permission first!"

The girl looked both imposing and unexpectedly adorable, rather like a kindergarten teacher.

"No problem."

Lin Tian promised.

This girl was always especially stubborn at times like this.

Soon, Gan Yan Yu opened the refrigerator and took out the ingredients Lin Tian had bought after school that day.

Lin Tian had purchased every one of those ingredients strictly according to the list Gan Yan Yu had sent him on WeChat.

They had cost a total of 76.8 yuan. The supermarket had given back two coins in change, which Lin Tian had dropped into the donation box, so it came to 77 yuan.

Seventy-seven yuan was quite lavish for a meal for two.

So Lin Tian was rather curious about what Gan Yan Yu was planning to cook.

Then he saw Gan Yan Yu take a pineapple from the refrigerator.

"Permission to speak!"

They had barely started, and little Lin Tian had already raised his hand to voice a question.

"Speak!"

"Pineapple is actually an ingredient?"

Lin Tian couldn't help complaining.

Gan Yan Yu's list had included several kinds of fruit.

Lin Tian had thought they were for after the meal.

They were eating them as part of the meal?!

"Pineapple chicken."

Gan Yan Yu tilted her head and looked at Lin Tian as though he were an alien.

"You've never had it?"

"No. Where is that dish from?"

"It should count as Cantonese cuisine, I think."

As Gan Yan Yu spoke, the kitchen knife in her hand had already begun cutting the chicken.

Fortunately, it was chicken breast, so it did not take much effort. She quickly cut it into chunks.

Pineapple stir-fried chicken.

Lin Tian did not even dare imagine how sweet that dish would be!

For someone like Lin Tian, whose tastes ran heavy, chicken ought to be savory and fragrant.

Sweet chicken, and chicken breast at that—could anyone really swallow that?

No wonder it was Cantonese cuisine.

After all, while people across the country ate dumplings, sweet rice balls, and noodles during the New Year—

Only the Guangxi and Guangdong regions steadfastly ate white-cut chicken for every holiday!

After cutting the chicken, Gan Yan Yu put on gloves and placed it in a large bowl to marinate.

"Yan Yu, where are you from?"

Unable to hold back, Lin Tian asked.

Gan Yan Yu's background was too complicated. She could speak a little Sichuan-Chongqing dialect, and her food preferences leaned toward Guangxi and Guangdong. Lin Tian had always felt that she was not a Qingzhou local.

"I'm from Qingzhou."

Gan Yan Yu said while mixing the chicken chunks with her hands, "Um, but I was born in Guangxi when I was little..."

"Guangxi, huh."

"What? Do you have any impression of girls from Guangxi?"

Yeah. They were juicy.

"Nothing. I just think girls from Guangxi are all so fresh and lovely," Lin Tian said.

"Then, when I was in elementary school, I lived with my grandfather in Sichuan-Chongqing for a while."

"How have you been everywhere?"

Lin Tian could not help complaining.

No wonder her background was so complicated. She had lived in all three places.

In that regard, she was rather like a certain professional esports player.

That player had bounced repeatedly between three teams in his early years, earning an affectionate nickname from fans:

The servant of three masters.

After thoroughly mixing the chicken, Gan Yan Yu took off her gloves.

To be fair, the way the girl marinated chicken looked quite convincing. She had probably done her homework.

Then Gan Yan Yu cut open the pineapple and likewise used the kitchen knife to slice it into small chunks.

But because she used too much force, a piece of pineapple she cut went flying with a smack!, splashing juice everywhere.

"Careful!" Lin Tian hurried forward.

Gan Yan Yu suddenly turned around instead, pinched a small piece of pineapple between her fingers, and popped it into Lin Tian's mouth.

"Is it sweet?"

With her hands behind her back, Gan Yan Yu leaned forward slightly, her apron-wrapped body curving toward him as she smiled like a blooming flower.