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"Yes, yes, you're so high and mighty. What about your swimsuits? Not going to mention those, huh? Swimsuits!!!"
"I heard that when I see Hua Yu Yan, I must say, with her looks and figure, she would definitely turn heads in a swimsuit."
"Wait a minute, are you two going to buy all this stuff and wipe out all the money on my card?"
Hua Yu Yan said as she showcased the bracelet on her wrist. "Who said that's all? I have some jewelry too."
"Some? That 'some' is quite broad, huh?"
Then Hua Yu Yan looked at Ouyang Zhirou with a teasing tone. "Is it my fault? Some people can only buy children's swimsuits. Who knows where they’ll gain weight?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Ouyang Zhirou lunged at her, pinning Hua Yu Yan down with an evil grin. Her fingers twisted in the air.
"Oh really? Let me check how much meat you have!"
"Ahhhh! Brother Zhao Lun, save me!"
"Save you? Who's going to save me? You two are definitely having a springtime moment; just watching you makes me feel all heated. I'm turning around and heading straight to the kitchen."
To be honest, I was quite curious about what Lin Mu Xi was cooking up in the kitchen that made the place so smoky.
When I peeked my head into the kitchen, I saw Lin Mu Xi staring at her phone while mumbling along with a video.
"This should have sugar added first. I don't think I put any in... Oh well, it shouldn't be a big problem."
"Hmm, I forgot to buy garlic sprouts. Using scallions should work too, right?"
"Hey? Is this salt or white sugar?"
Hearing this, I looked at the large pot that seemed to be beckoning me.
"Come on, Zhao Lun, come eat me!"
In this sweltering weather, I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine.
"What the hell is that? Are you sure it's not poison?"
"Uh, Mu Xi, if you can't cook, let's just skip it. We can order takeout or go out to eat."
As soon as my voice came out, Lin Mu Xi gasped and dropped her phone on the floor.
"Zhao Lun! How did you get here?" She quickly glanced towards the kitchen while there was no sign of either of them in the living room.
"Don't look anymore, they're comparing sizes in their room."
Lin Mu Xi's face instantly darkened.
These two were more trouble than they were worth! Didn't we agree that you would help me block her? Is this really how you block someone?
"Don't worry, I'm just learning from videos. They say the longer you stew it, the better it gets. I think two hours is enough; it's not like I'm practicing or anything. It's already been stewing for an hour, so another hour should do the trick. Just wait patiently, okay? It'll be ready soon."
Ready soon? Does that mean I'll soon see the messengers of the underworld coming to take me away?
Lin Mu Xi pushed me out the door.
Unable to resist her, I lay in the living room playing on my phone until the sounds of Ouyang Zhirou and Hua Yu Yan's playful banter stopped. Only then did I sneak back in and join them for a game of Landlord.
Before I knew it, an hour had passed quickly, and Lin Mu Xi's voice rang out from outside, "Alright, stop playing! Come and see what Chef Lin has cooked up!"
I had only one chapter left in reserve, and this book has to be cut. I'm sorry to all of you still reading this story; I've tried revising it but still can't pass the review. If I change anything, all chapters need to be revised, and it's just not feasible.
Let me give you all a brief ending; I've had this ending planned for a while.
Zhao Lun looked at Su Xuan before him and never imagined he would go so far as to undergo surgery to look like his own daughter, even traveling to Tai'an Kingdom for it.
With a sinister laugh, he pulled the trigger, and a bullet struck me in the forehead, killing me instantly.
Seeing this, Ouyang Zhirou, Lin Mu Xi, Hua Yu Yan, Wang Ju'en, Mo Jun, and Li Ran (Li Ran was previously mentioned; Hua Yu Yan later appeared with another fiancé) along with Su Mengying (Su Xuan's daughter) all raised their guns.
In an instant, they emptied their magazines.
Then they rushed at Zhao Lun, but it was too late; there was no saving him now.
The end.
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