Chapter 82

His handsome face gives people a sense of gentleness and approachability, but little do people know what kind of painful face lies beneath that smiling mask.

"It is my honor to receive praise from you, young master. To be honest, I haven't tasted it yet, but seeing how you are doing, I'd like to give it a try."

Yao Shi breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Wu Liang's satisfactory reply.

I thought this "cooking" was bound to fail, but it seems it was a success after all.

Since that's the case, she's also somewhat inclined to try it.

"Absolutely not!" ×5

Before Yao Shi could finish speaking, Wu Liang and the other four maids hurriedly spoke up.

Not only Wu Liang, but all the other maids stared at Yao Shi with solemn expressions.

How could we possibly let Yao Shi taste such a thing? If Yao Shi knew the true destructive power of this thing, then what exactly was Young Master Wu Liang enduring just now?

If Miss Shi finds out the truth, everything will be ruined, and all of Young Master Wu Liang's efforts will be in vain.

"Seeing how much the young master likes it, we sisters also want to try it."

"I wonder if Miss Shi Yaoshi would agree to let us also try it?"

After a long silence, Gu Yilei suddenly walked to the dining table and said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the three maids behind her turned pale and looked at Gu Yilei with disbelief.

"This..."

Yao Shi hesitated for a moment, as these things were originally prepared by her specifically for the young master.

Furthermore, servants are inherently unlikely to dine with their masters; if the young master disagrees, even if she wanted to...

"I have absolutely no objections!!!"

"Of course I can't enjoy the dinner that Yao Shi has worked so hard to prepare all by myself. Wouldn't it be more fun to share it with everyone?"

He slammed his hand on the table, making it tremble, and Wu Liang was almost moved to tears.

The word "angel" is probably used to describe someone like Lei, who has an unparalleled spirit of dedication.

Although it was somewhat cruel to the maids, if he were to eat all that food by himself, he might not see the sun rise tomorrow.

"Then, let's all try Miss Shi's cooking."

Gu Yilei walked to Xiao Ai's side with a smile and whispered something.

The young master risked his life to protect what he wanted; as maids, they should also contribute their own strength to him...

Chapter Twenty: One of a Kind

A cool, slightly chilly evening breeze blew into the room through the window.

Pure white curtains fluttered in the slightly dim room, and soft, pained murmurs echoed inside.

Wu Liang was fast asleep, lying on the bed, but his tightly furrowed brows showed that he was in great pain.

"Vomit..."

Wu Liang was jolted awake from his sleep and couldn't help but gag.

The cramping in his stomach was unbearable, so he rolled over and lay on his back in bed.

This dazed feeling was like having a serious illness, and he was still unable to escape the torment of the pain.

A burning pain shot through my abdomen, and my throat felt like it was on fire, dry and parched.

The fishy stench emanating from his mouth went straight to the depths of his nasal cavity, and even after brushing his teeth four or five times, he still couldn't get rid of the smell.

The sticky sensation coming from the walls of his mouth, in particular, made Wu Liang feel extremely nauseous.

The so-called rice porridge was stuck in his mouth like paste, and it was fortunate that he had rinsed his mouth many times immediately.

Otherwise, he might have already vomited from that sticky feeling.

"Are Lei and the others alright?"

Wu Liang put his arm on his forehead, closed his eyes, and spoke with concern.

Although he ate most of the food, Rui and the others also ate some.

It was thanks to Lei and the others that he was able to share some of the burden; otherwise, he might not have seen the sun rise tomorrow.

"It's hard for me to fall asleep."

Wu Liang tossed and turned, then slowly got out of bed. How could he possibly fall asleep after eating that kind of thing?

I turned my head and looked at the wall clock; the hour hand was pointing to the number three.

It was three in the morning. It seemed he had fallen asleep earlier, but he had a bit of a headache.

"Let's go out and take a look."

Wu Liang rubbed his somewhat dazed head and spoke calmly.

Wu Liang grabbed a long robe and draped it over his shoulders, deciding to go for a walk.

But when he got out of bed, he found a glass of water, a note, and two or three unidentified pills on the bedside table.

"What's this."

Wu Liang picked up the note and examined it silently. The delicate handwriting contained only one line of text.

But it perfectly illustrates what's placed here: a cup of hot water and some medicine for stomach aches.

"Young master, if you wake up in the middle of the night and see these, please be sure to take them; they will be better for your stomach..."

Wu Liang silently read the handwriting on the note, his fingers lightly touching the water glass.

There was still a faint warmth, indicating that this cup of hot water had only been placed here recently.

"Yao Shi..."

Frowning at the closed door, Wu Liang turned his gaze back to the note.

Yao Shi clearly wanted to write more in those final ellipses, but she stopped writing at the end.

The fact that Yao Shi prepared hot water and stomach medicine for him means that Yao Shi...

"I've already finished eating..."

Wu Liang covered his forehead and said helplessly, "So Yao Shi still found out after all."

But what exactly happened? Didn't I and the maids finish all the food?

Forget it, it's too late to think about these things now.

Wu Liang shook his head, shaking off the feeling of unease in his mind.

He grabbed the water glass beside him, drank the pills, put on a robe and slippers, and walked out of the room.

"Hiss..."

As soon as I stepped out of the room, a gust of cold wind blew in my face.

Wu Liang stared at the wide-open window on the second floor, somewhat speechless. Although ventilating the room at night could make the air fresher.

But this isn't particularly friendly to people who like to go out at night, because it's just too cold.

Wu Liang wrapped his long robe tighter around himself and leaned over the armrest, looking down at the hall below.

What should he do to pass the time in this situation?

"The eldest son of the Wu family..."

After a long sigh, Wu Liang said softly that he had been in this world for almost a week.

During this period, a great many things happened, so many that they even confused him.

Grandpa He Xue's illness, another side of Han Yu, Ning Shuang's past, the relationship between Su Qian and Ning Shuang, and so on.

In less than a week, he encountered several tricky situations.

"I just wanted to help the male lead find a partner, but now all sorts of things are happening to me."

Wu Liang rubbed his temples, muttering to himself with a slight headache.

His original plan was to first build a good relationship with the male and female leads, and then bring them together.

But judging from the current plot development, it seems like he's the only one busy with all the running around.

The Nan Zhu has absolutely no sense of self as the protagonist and spends all his time hanging out with himself and the Rat.

And those so-called female protagonists had no intention of having any contact with the Nan Zhu. On the contrary, they were extremely interested in this villainous young master.

Let alone having any contact with him, the female protagonists don't even know who the Nan Zhu is.

It's absurd that the female protagonists in dating sims have absolutely no interest in the male protagonist.

"This script is getting more and more off-track..."

Wu Liang closed his eyes and sorted through the information in his mind.

Has this Nan Zhu's talent tree been misplaced? Why does it always seem to stick by my side?

The fact that he's a Villain Young Master and not someone he needs to win over makes this plot development seem rather strange.

And it's unclear whether it was just his imagination.

Wu Liang always felt that his connection with those female protagonists was deeper and closer than that with the male protagonist in the original game.

"So tired..."

Wu Liang was now somewhat bewildered, as the plot had completely deviated from his intended course.

To be precise, it completely deviated from his original plan. It was as if he thought the plot would go to the left, but it went to the right instead.

Click

A faint sound interrupted Wu Liang's thoughts, as if it were coming from below.

Wu Liang turned his gaze to the lobby on the first floor, where there was a faint light in what should have been a dimly lit area.

.

Kitchen

Yao Shi slowly squatted down and picked up the knife and fork that had fallen to the ground.

His eyes were bloodshot with some scratches, and his dark eyes held a deep chill.

Her jet-black hair cascaded down to her waist, and her fingers, wrapped in bandages, tremblingly picked up the knife rack from the ground and placed it on the table.

Having changed into a brand new maid dress, Yao Shi stood in front of the stove, silently watching the raw fish on the cutting board.

My fingers, which had been injured by frostbite, had not fully recovered, and my right hand, which was gripping the kitchen knife, was trembling slightly.

Yao Shi bit her lip, looking at the ingredients in her hand with resentment. She had hurt the young master. What had she been doing before?

"I'm such an idiot."

She laughed self-deprecatingly, glancing coldly at the soup she had poured out in the corner.

She naively believed that such a thing could satisfy the young master, and even felt happy and proud about it.

Snap!

With a single, powerful chop, Yao Shi sliced the raw fish in two, a surge of intense anger and discontent rising deep within her eyes.

She made such filthy, foul-smelling, and inedible food, yet she still expects praise and approval from the young master?

"Unforgivable."

With another slash, she split the fish head in two. Yao Shi gripped the hilt of the knife tightly and murmured softly.

Unforgivable! It's absolutely unforgivable that I made such a mistake. How could I have made such a basic error?

If she hadn't tasted some of the remaining broth later, she would never have known that the dish she prepared for the young master was such a foul-smelling thing.

That's a taste that no human could accept; even animals wouldn't be able to stomach it.