In the original novel, Yu Jinche could indeed cook.
But his specialties were raw beef tossed in blood, coconut worms, chicken-blood jelly...
Barring any surprises, this would be another unusual meal.
Qiu Chengye, who hadn't had a decent meal in ages, was wolfing down his food and privately grumbling about the tiny portion when another plate slid over beside him.
Xie Mi smiled at him. "Eat up, son. Dad isn't hungry."
Qiu Chengye's mouth twitched violently.
His fair-weather friends had given him no end of grief over calling Xie Mi Dad on the show.
But Xie Mi had him by the throat, so he could only swallow his anger.
Just wait. Sooner or later, I'll get something on her and make her pay!
Qiu Chengye grabbed the plate and shoveled food into his mouth, then gulped down the glass of milk Xie Mi handed him.
No point letting free food go to waste!
Whoosh-
Another plate slid in front of him. Across the table, Shen Yeqing gave him a kindly smile.
"You're a growing boy. Eat some more."
Qiu Chengye: "?"
Did they seriously think he was born to be their son?!
But apparently, he couldn't afford to offend this one either. Glaring furiously, Qiu Chengye grabbed that plate too and dug in!
Then Xu Shuangrong gave a soft exclamation. "Has this milk gone bad...? It tastes a little sour."
"I think so too." Liu Woxing frowned slightly. "Jin Che, did you use the milk in the fridge?"
Yu Jinche smiled sweetly. "Yes."
"That shouldn't be possible. The milk in the fridge was only delivered yesterday, so it should be fresh. Could it be the oats...?"
Liu Woxing scooped some of the oats from her glass with a spoon, then suddenly froze.
"These don't look like oats."
"They're ants."
Yu