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As the sun set, a group of noisy figures appeared on the old street, chasing and playing, their faces lit up with laughter, resembling a bunch of children.
"Hey! Fatty, where exactly is your house?"
Lu Meimei, perhaps tired from walking, patted her plump thigh and frowned as she asked.
Earlier, in pursuit of excitement, the group had taken the Zipline back, but riding the Zipline was tiring as well, especially since everyone was carrying large bags.
"Almost there! Just ahead!"
Fatty replied with a smile. Surprisingly, the two were not arguing at this moment; it was unlike their usual bickering upon meeting. Perhaps it was because both were in high spirits.
"Hey! Did you see that? Noodle Shop! My brother's noodle restaurant. You should look it up online; it's quite famous!"
Passing by Noodle Shop, Fatty couldn't help but open his mouth, starting to tell everyone about his and Lin's "legendary Live Streaming journey," leaving everyone in awe.
...
Finally, they arrived at Lin's home. Although Lin had said little along the way, there was a smile at the corner of his mouth, indicating he was quite happy.
When Lin opened the door, Fatty immediately burst out, shouting, "Welcome to Chef Lin's residence!"
The group set down their bags and rubbed their sore arms before they began to take in Lin's home.
Lu Meimei placed her hands on her hips, wandering around here and there. After circling upstairs and downstairs, she finally pouted and said, "Lin, your house is really..."
It wasn't hard to imagine that this sharp-tongued girl’s next words wouldn’t be pleasant; it would likely just be a single word: "poor."
Fortunately, Lu Liang knew his sister well enough. As soon as Lu Meimei opened her mouth, he understood what she was getting at and quickly raised his voice to drown out Lu Meimei's words.
"How simple! Haha! Your place is plain and spacious, not bad! Not bad!"
Lu Liang forced a smile, and Lu Meimei also realized something. She snorted and pouted as she walked to the side, thus avoiding an awkward atmosphere.
"Plain? I actually feel it's quite shabby..."
Shrugging his shoulders, Lin You said this out of honesty. Back when he was on Earth, his kitchen was larger than this house.
"Uh..."
Lu Liang grimaced, a black line appearing on his forehead. He didn't expect Lin to be such a straightforward person.
A master is indeed a master; there was no pretense at all. This is what it means to be a hidden expert in plain sight! Thinking this, stars couldn't help but appear in Lu Liang's eyes.
"Pfft! Lin, you really are direct; your place is quite poor! There isn't even decent furniture."
After holding back for a long time, the words finally came out of Lu Meimei's mouth. She chuckled and then touched the old sofa before heavily sitting down.
"Squeak!" The old sofa swayed, seeming like it could fall apart at any moment, startling Lu Meimei.
"Poor, right? I think so too..."
Lin You shrugged his hands, feeling somewhat helpless. He had always thought this way. In Lin's mind, he had high standards for living spaces; it was just that he hadn't had time to tidy up in the past three months.
However, Lu Meimei on the sofa fell silent. She seemed very curious about the rickety old sofa, and as she twisted her waist, the "squeak" sound continued.
"It's really strange; this old sofa is so worn out yet still intact..."
Shaking his head helplessly, Lin Ye chose not to look at the somewhat childish Lu Meimei. He focused on organizing the ingredients, as there was still a lot of preparation work to do before the party started.
"Brother, let me help..."
Fatty quickly approached Lin Mian with a cheerful smile.
"Oh, Black, you go upstairs and find two tables, then clean them and bring them to the yard. We'll need them soon. By the way, set up the barbecue grill too."
"Got it! Don't worry, brother, Fatty is on it!"
The two had developed a tacit understanding; Lin was responsible for handling the ingredients while Fatty took care of the trivial tasks. There was no need for Lin to worry; Fatty could manage just fine.
Aside from Lu Meimei, who was still wriggling on the sofa, testing its weight limit, everyone else stood beside Lin, waiting for him to assign tasks.
No one wanted to just sit around waiting for food, especially since it was a barbecue party; everyone needed to pitch in to create an atmosphere, right?
Well, of course, that excluded our eldest sister with her temper—Lu Meimei.
"Hey, what can I do to help? Cut vegetables? Skewer meat? Or prepare sauces?"
Lu Liang rubbed his hands together, eagerly staring at Lin. Working alongside a master was a once-in-a-lifetime honor for him; he would be thrilled even if it meant cooking!
"Have you ever cooked before?"
Glancing at Lu Liang with skepticism, Lin's eyes were filled with doubt. This guy seemed like a rich kid; could he really have stepped into a kitchen?
Lu Liang paused for a moment, awkwardly scratching his head like a mosquito. "No..."
The obvious answer made Lin say "Oh," as he nodded and then handed a bag to Lu Liang, saying, "Then you go wash this."
"Okay!"
Lu Liang eagerly took the bag, but after glancing inside, his expression immediately turned sour. He looked up at Lin with a pitiful face and asked, "Master, you're just letting me wash fruits?"
"Is there anything else you can do?" Lin asked while shaking his head.
"Seems like I can't do anything else..."
"Then just go wash the fruits!"
...
"Um, Lin, maybe I can help a bit. I've learned some cooking techniques."
Lu Liang walked away dejectedly with the bag, while Qin Wei mustered her courage and spoke in a soft voice. She was a very shy girl who would blush after just a couple of words with strangers.
"Oh? How are your knife skills?"
Lin looked at Qin Wei with a skeptical expression, making her face turn even redder.
"I know a little..." Qin Wei replied quietly.
"Then come with me and let's try it out in the kitchen."
Lin organized the ingredients in the bag and headed toward the kitchen, with Qin Wei quickly following behind like a student in training.
After ten minutes, the kitchen was filled with the continuous sound of chopping vegetables, resembling a beautiful melody.
"Very good, keep this rhythm. A qualified chef should have their own pace; you don't need to chase after mine. Just choose a method that suits you!"
Lin glanced at Qin Wei beside him and nodded in satisfaction. He hadn't expected that Qin Wei had such good knife skills, not much worse than those of his previous helper.
"Yes!"
Qin Wei maintained a serious expression as she meticulously chopped the onion pieces. A slight flush appeared on her face, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead, indicating her dedication and effort.
The two resembled a teacher and student, one providing careful guidance while the other humbly learned.
"Crack!"
Lü Liang leaned against the kitchen door, chewing on an apple, watching the two with a sour expression. He muttered softly, "I feel like I'm unnecessary... You two seem more like a couple..."
Lin shot a glance at Lü Liang, grinning but choosing not to engage with this guy whose intelligence seemed boundless. He even suspected that Lü Liang had caught Fatty's brainless traits.
"What are you talking about? Goodness!"
However, Qin Wei couldn't take such jokes lightly; her face immediately turned flustered, causing her hand to falter with the knife, disrupting the previously harmonious sounds.
The heavy knife of Surging Waves flew through the air as Lin frowned slightly. He flipped the meat in his hand; although he felt displeased, he didn't stop preparing the ingredients.
"The rhythm is off! Focus!"
"Lin Li shouted, as he hated it the most when someone got distracted while cooking!
'Yes!'
Qin Wei quickly turned around, adjusted his pace, and continued chopping the onion in his hand.
'Uh, the master is angry. It seems we can't joke around while cooking...'
Lu Liang took a few bites of an apple, hurriedly covered his mouth, and quietly turned to leave.
Just then, a loud crash echoed from the living room, followed by Lu Meimei's scream...
'What happened?' Lu Liang shouted in alarm and rushed outside.
Qin Wei was startled and shivered for a moment. Then he glanced at Lin, who was meticulously cutting meat, and said, 'Master Lin, I’ll go check on Meimei. I'll come back to help you with the vegetables.'
With that, Qin Wei hurriedly ran out.
Lin seemed not to have heard and continued cutting the piece of meat in his hand. Only after he finished processing it did he sigh and frown as he walked outside.
Arriving at the kitchen door, Lin looked up to see.
The old sofa had finally completed its mission, lying sprawled on the floor as if it had been hit by a wild boar.
This scene inevitably reminded Lin of the incident when Fatty crashed into the door...
The sofa had previously been occupied by Lu Meimei. It seemed she had broken it, yet she acted as if nothing had happened, pulling on Fatty Chen's ear and shouting, 'Try saying that again, you fool!'"
Fatty's ears were twisted at a hundred eighty degrees, causing him to grimace in pain as he pleaded, "Lu Heroine! Mei Mei! Please let me go! I know I was wrong!"
These two were indeed rivals, and after a brief pause, they resumed their "combat" life...
"Hahaha... Fat Black Man, you really have no backbone... Hahaha..."
Once everyone became familiar with each other, Lu Liang also lost his initial restraint. He laughed heartily, reveling in the misfortune of others.
"Meimei, stop messing around."
Qin Wei, still the same good-natured person, quickly stepped in to mediate, grabbing Lu Meimei's arm.
...
In the blink of an eye, this home had been turned upside down by this group of people. Lin looked at them helplessly and couldn't help but sigh again.
Is it really okay to be with this bunch in the future?
Why do they seem so noisy and chaotic?
Is my quiet life about to be disrupted by these loud characters?
It seems that my stable life is slipping away...
Thinking of this, Lin felt increasingly melancholic. He rubbed his throbbing forehead and shook his head repeatedly. Then, unable to help it, he straightened his neck and let out a long sigh...
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