Deities Are All Just My Food

Lin Baici took his things and left, and Wang Fang didn’t take the opportunity to slack off. Instead, she continued wiping furniture. It wasn’t long, though, before she received a call from her daughter.

"Mom, how long do you cook boiled cabbage? Do you add sand ginger?"

Before Wang Fang could respond, Jiang Yitong continued asking, "I remember sand ginger is like Bai Zhi and Cao Guo, a kind of bitter aromatic spice, right?"

Jiang Yitong could handle making red-braised pork, ribs, and even a simplified version of Buddha’s Delight without any trouble, as these dishes are robustly flavored, and a bit more or less spice doesn’t matter. But boiled cabbage was different; its simplicity meant it relied on skill.

Randomly adding spices would ruin the taste of this dish.

"Don’t add it!"

Wang Fang was curious, "What are you up to?"

Usually, her daughter would make all sorts of excuses to avoid cooking, preferring to lie on the couch and scroll through her phone rather than take a step into the kitchen. Why was she making such a complicated dish now?

It might seem like just boiled cabbage, but the preparation steps are extensive. Whether you can make it or not, the final product tastes entirely different.

"Class reunion dinner, I want to show off a bit!"

Jiang Yitong had already come up with an excuse and then asked several more questions.

Before high school, she frequently helped her mom cook, but back then, the family was poor, and they couldn’t afford expensive ingredients. Buying a pound of meat or a fish was considered an upgrade in their life, so the recipes her grandpa passed down were ones she’d only read, never made.

Once she entered university, Jiang Yitong stopped cooking altogether. Now, she was trying to cram at the last minute, feeling a bit flustered.

Wang Fang answered each question and took the opportunity to offer some advice, feeling pleased, "Girls should practice their cooking skills more!"

"Nurturing your husband’s appetite is more important than anything!"

Wang Fang still held traditional views, wanting her daughter to be able to manage a household and entertain guests.

"Got it, got it!"

Jiang Yitong was getting impatient, "If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up!"

Does Lin Baici need me to take care of him?

He eats your cooking every day, and his taste is already spoiled. Can I really surpass you, no matter how much I practice?

To be honest, it’s you, mom, who nullified my advantage in cooking skills.

"What’s the rush?"

Wang Fang hadn’t seen her daughter in a few days and missed her dearly, as this was the closest person in her life: "Lin Baici probably won’t come home for the next few days. If you’re free, come over for lunch tomorrow?"

"No, busy!"

Jiang Yitong thought, today I’ve prepared attack speed shoes, so if Lin Baici gets excited and goes all out, I’ll definitely be too sore and tired to go anywhere tomorrow.

Exactly!

Jiang Yitong was not only celebrating but also preparing to offer a soft place to fall!

Being a mistress requires the awareness of such a role.

Keep the sugar daddy happy.

Can’t take someone’s money then badmouth them behind their back.

Wang Fang, unaware of her daughter’s scheming, was about to offer further advice when she heard the phone click off.

...

The Guanlan Mansion’s property management was quite diligent. Even as Lin Baici drove a Panamera, it was no use. He still had to register at the gate.

Security also called the resident, Jiang Yitong, for confirmation.

Just as Lin Baici finished registering, Jiang Yitong called him, "Why didn’t you call me earlier?"

"Hang on, I’ll come down to get you!"

Listening to the chaos on the phone, it was clear Jiang Yitong was frantically searching for clothes.

"No need!"

Before Lin Baici could finish speaking, the call was hung up.

No choice!

Wait!

Ten minutes later, a community shuttle bus arrived.

Jiang Yitong jumped down from the bus, wearing a dress with goose yellow and white floral patterns and those Valentino studded heels, and ran to Lin Baici.

Lin Baici glanced at Jiang Yitong’s heels.

Same style as Feng Ting!

But Feng Ting wore black stockings, which were sexy. Jiang Yitong paired it with nude stockings, which fell short.

Noticing Lin Baici’s gaze, Jiang Yitong knew she should, by right, spin around and ask if she looked beautiful.

But Jiang Yitong was too shy, inexperienced in seducing men, and couldn’t do it.

As for wearing nude stockings, she thought black ones weren’t enough to appear mature, feeling they were on the same level as someone from the sidelines.

"Take an access card when you leave. I’ll register your car’s plate at the property, so next time you can directly enter the garage!"

Jiang Yitong suggested.

"If I come often, can you handle it?"

Lin Baici teased.

He thought Jiang Yitong probably didn’t want others to know about his existence. Otherwise, how could she catch a Diamond King?

At the very least, she’d avoid being seen as a mistress, which would earn her contempt.

"Are you speaking in spirit or in body?"

Jiang Yitong countered.

"In spirits, it doesn’t matter. I’m living in the house you bought for me, accepting your huge red envelopes; being criticized is part of the deal!"

Jiang Yitong joked at herself with a laugh, "I can’t just enjoy the benefits without being cursed, right?"

"If that were the case, I’d be afraid I’d lose my head!"

"As for physically!"

"You really should be gentler. It’s fine when covered in clothes, but with places like my neck exposed, how should I hide it?"

Jiang Yitong pouted, "I can’t exactly ask for leave until the marks are gone, right?"

"..."

Lin Baici was stunned by the words of this campus beauty from the teacher’s college.

What kind of nonsense is this?

All right!

Admittedly, when he played cards with Jiang Yitong, he wasn’t as gentle with her as he was with Hua Yue Yu and Kim Myungjin.

Lin Baici suddenly felt a little guilty.

"Let’s go, I’ve made something delicious!"

Jiang Yitong took Lin Baici home.

She wasn’t sure how effective her stepparent dress was on Lin Baici, but passing pedestrians, male and female alike, would turn to take a second look.