Chapter 81

The little hand that was about to take away the casserole fish stopped, and Yao Shi felt a warmth in her heart as she listened to the maids' words.

Everyone was absolutely right. That's why I thought the young master would dislike the dinner she made.

The young master was just smiling, and he clearly said he would be back soon.

Why would she think that the young master disliked the food she cooked? It was just her imagination.

"Let's wait for the young master to return together, Miss Shi Yaoshi."

Gu Yilei faintly and couldn't help but take a few more glances at the ice beauty in front of her.

Miss Shi is actually taking such good care of the young master's feelings; this seems to have gone a bit beyond the scope of a maid.

Even if Miss Shi is the young master's personal maid, there's no need for her to go to such lengths. Could it be that Miss Shi Yaoshi...

"Poor young master... Xiao Ai, I'm so sorry..."

When Xiao Ai saw Yao Shi put the casserole fish that she was about to take away back on the table, her delicate smile immediately turned into a wry smile.

Young master, although Xiao Ai sympathize with you and want to help you, I really don't want to see Miss Shi Xiao Ai disappointed.

You'll have to suffer a bit, young master. You must persevere! Even if you can't eat anymore, you absolutely mustn't throw up...

"Damn it! What are you afraid of?!"

He slammed his fist into the wall with a dull thud.

Wu Liang frowned, looking at himself in the mirror and saying with dissatisfaction.

That meal was made by Yao Shi and Milutin after a whole afternoon of hard work.

So what if it's emitting black smoke? So what if the smell is a little off?

Should we deny Yao Shi's efforts and hard work just because there's a possibility of someone dying from eating her food?

How do you know if you haven't even tried it? Are you going to be dismissed just because of the smell and appearance? What if it smells bad but tastes delicious?

"Phew... let's just go for it..."

Wu Liang splashed cold water on his face, took a deep breath, and murmured softly.

He saw Yao Shi's little hands, which were red from the cold, and the band-aids wrapped around them made him feel guilty.

If he had known that Yao Shi couldn't cook at all, he wouldn't have asked them to prepare a dinner party.

"Just eat it all up."

Wu Liang smiled slightly as he walked out of the restroom and ate it all, leaving not a single bite...

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Chapter 19: A Dish Leading to Death (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets 2/31)

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The crisp sound echoed throughout the hall, beads of sweat trickled down his temples, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Wu Liang stared blankly at the clay pot lid that he had gently placed on the side of the table.

The moment he lifted the lid and placed it on the table, a tiny crack appeared on the lid.

Then, accompanied by crackling sounds, dense cracks, like a spider web, spread across the pot lid.

With a loud bang, the valuable pot lid shattered into pieces.

"Gurgle..."

The smile on his face gradually disappeared, Wu Liang swallowed hard to soothe his dry throat.

What's going on? He was handling it gently, wasn't he? Why did the pot lid shatter so completely, as if it had been hit by a heavy object?

"Young master, it seems that the quality of this casserole is not very good."

"Xiao Ai, let's tidy up first, otherwise it will affect the young master's meal."

Yao Shi frowned as she looked at the pile of powder on the table. The quality was really quite poor.

It seems I need to communicate more with external suppliers when purchasing supplies in the future, so as to avoid buying such inferior products.

"Ah, yes!"

Xiao Ai nodded obediently after hearing Yao Shi's instructions.

But her pale face revealed how complicated her feelings were at that moment.

"Ah, indeed, the quality isn't very good."

Wu Liang slowly raised the spoon in his hand and looked at the stewed... fish in the pot...?

When Wu Liang's gaze fell upon the inside of the casserole, he suddenly shivered.

The black, shriveled fish head was staring at him with its mouth wide open and its eyes bulging out of their sockets, the whites of its eyes rolling.

The cold, sharp teeth emitted a faint black aura in the mouth, while an eerie crimson floated on the bubbling soup.

Wu Liang wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt as if the fish was staring intently at him, its eyes even slowly moving.

"To be able to show such a terrifying expression, how much pain must one have suffered before dying..."

Wu Liang stared at the fish head, which seemed to express despair and anger, and his lips twitched.

He could even hear the fish's deepest curses and rage.

A strange voice was echoing deep within Wu Liang's mind.

"I died so unjustly! That woman was a demon!! She wouldn't even let me die a quick death!!!"

"I hate it so much! I'm so cruel! Why can't you just give me a quick death? I'll curse you! I'll curse you all!!!"

"No, no, no."

Wu Liang shook his head forcefully to calm himself down.

Damn it, all the courage I had finally mustered was instantly shattered by that terrifying fish head.

He underestimated Yao Shi's culinary skills; this was simply not a dish human could accept...

"Young Master, you... don't you like it...?"

Seeing that Wu Liang hadn't touched his chopsticks, Yao Shi bit her lip and whispered something.

As expected, the young master would not approve of the dish she made.

"No, I like it so much that I almost can't bear to eat it, so I'm a little hesitant."

"But since you're so eager for this, then I'll..."

Upon hearing Yao Shi's slightly disappointed words, Wu Liang hurriedly spoke up.

Staring intently at the "certain death meal" before him, a surge of heroic spirit soared to the heavens—he was ready to fight!

Trembling, I picked up a piece of fish and put it in my mouth. The moment my tongue touched the fish...

A pungent, salty taste, accompanied by the fishy, pungent smell of fish, instantly filled Wu Liang's mouth.

The feeling was as terrifying as having ten tons of salt added to fish soup, and mixed in with stinky socks that had been sitting for more than half a month.

"Hmm..."

Not only that, after the first round of baptism, what follows is a burning sensation.

The intense spiciness almost made Wu Liang's throat burst into flames, mingling with the strong stench and saltiness.

Three distinct and intense flavors surged through Wu Liang's mouth.

The taste of this made Wu Liang momentarily see a revolving lantern of his life.

The almost suffocating stench blocked his nasal passages, and his entire brain instantly fell into a state of severe oxygen deprivation.

A strong will to survive sounded an alarm in Wu Liang's mind, and Wu Liang, who had just recovered from the brief moment of suffocation, fiercely gripped his throat.

He picked up the bowl of unidentified liquid porridge and gulped it down his throat, hoping to wash away the nausea in his throat.

But as soon as this so-called "rice porridge" entered my mouth, the extremely thick liquid stuck to the walls of my mouth like paste.

The "rice porridge" didn't have the same strong flavor as the so-called casserole fish, but it had a sour, rotten smell that only watermelons get after being left out for a long time.

This sour stench assaults the brain, mixing with the previous salty and spicy smells to form a highly lethal chemical weapon.

Because the liquid is as sticky as super glue, it is difficult to swallow once it gets stuck in your throat.

"Ugh, I feel nauseous..."

The feeling of something blocking his throat, combined with the mixed smells, made Wu Liang gag on the spot.

This stimulating variety of tastes was something Wu Liang had never experienced in all his years of life.

"..."

Upon seeing Wu Liang's almost fainting expression, the maids around him clenched their fists and their legs trembled uncontrollably.

What kind of terrifying dish could have turned the young master into this state?

Young Master is really going all out in his dimension, he actually ate it...

But that should be enough, right? As long as the young master eats it, Miss Shi shouldn't be sad anymore.

Xiao Ai's lips twitched as she looked at Wu Liang with a face full of sympathy. "Young Master, if you're still unharmed after eating that kind of thing, then you really might be the chosen one..."

Everything before my eyes became blurry, and even the maids around me appeared as double images.

My consciousness is about to fade away... Ah... so this is what it feels like before death...

A mental replay was already playing in Wu Liang's mind, and a strong drowsiness overwhelmed his eyelids; it probably wouldn't be long...

"Cough cough cough, I choked because I ate too fast. I'm sorry, please excuse my choking."

He pinched a piece of flesh on his thigh with his right hand and twisted it hard. The intense pain instantly pulled his fading consciousness back.

After swallowing the "food" in his mouth with great effort, Wu Liang pretended to cough violently to cover up his previous vomiting.

"Young Master! You're eating too fast, you should slow down."

Seeing this, Yao Shi quickly pulled out a tissue from her hand and handed it to Wu Liang.

I never expected the young master to like her cooking so much... to the point that he choked on it...

A hint of joy gradually flickered in Yao Shi's cold eyes. It turned out that the young master didn't dislike her cooking.

Although the entire afternoon was wasted in the kitchen, it was all worth it if the young master liked it.

"Cough cough cough, um, I wasn't paying attention for a little while."

Wu Liang wiped the corner of his mouth and smiled faintly, but inside he was already roaring.

It's so spicy! So spicy! So spicy! So spicy! So spicy!

What exactly did Yao Shi put in this fish soup to make it taste like this?!

Milutin! Wasn't Milutin supposed to be helping Yao Shi? And this is all she's helped with?

Wu Liang is now starting to suspect that it might be because Milutin taught Yao Shi wrong that she made such a thing.

"Young master, are you satisfied?"

Yao Shi hesitated for a moment before asking softly.

Because it was cooked in a hurry, she served it to the young master before she even had a chance to taste it.

So she herself wasn't quite sure what it tasted like, but seeing how much the young master liked it, it must taste pretty good.

"Very satisfied! You did not disappoint me, you did a very good job, I like it very much."

Wu Liang forced a smile, suppressing the nausea churning in his stomach.