In Qin Nanfeng’s hometown, Lin Xinyuan felt that every day was fulfilling.
Aside from occasionally being dragged by that guy to wander around the neighborhood, she spent much of her time asking Grandpa Qin questions about culinary arts.
Grandpa Qin was not stingy with the young girl’s thirst for knowledge. He shared many tricks that ordinary people didn’t know, which benefited her greatly.
Culinary matters needed to be polished by time and could not be rushed.
Fortunately, Lin Xinyuan already had a decent foundation, and with her strong learning ability, her initial progress was respectable.
Because of this, the old man had handed over all the cooking tasks to her for the past few days.
He simply watched from the side, immediately pointing out and correcting any mistakes.
He truly treated Lin Xinyuan like an apprentice; he had shed his usual gentle demeanor and become very strict.
After experiencing it firsthand, she realized just how difficult cooking actually was…
Meanwhile, a certain someone didn’t bother her. He simply pulled up a chair and sat nearby to enjoy the show.
Of course, that wasn’t even the worst part. The main issue was that the guy loved to whistle or watch videos while she worked, often with the volume turned up high.
It made the girl grit her teeth in frustration, certain that he was doing it on purpose.
However, because her Master, Grandpa Qin, was right there, she didn’t dare to be distracted.
She only dared to complain to Qin Nanfeng when they were alone, but she lost every argument they had, usually ending up defeated in a state of shame and indignation…
‘When will I ever be able to stand up to him…?’
One morning, the weather was clear and already quite sweltering before it even reached noon.
While Lin Xinyuan was in the kitchen humbly receiving instructions from Grandpa Qin, there was a sudden knock on the courtyard gate, accompanied by a gruff shout.
Naturally, the idle Qin Nanfeng went to open the door.
Standing outside the iron gate was a tall, middle-aged man in a black suit. Even though he was somewhat anxious, he waited quietly.
The person he was visiting was his Master, someone he considered as important as a parent.
No matter how good their relationship was, he couldn’t act as casual as he would with a friend…
After a short while, the door finally opened with a piercing creak.
The moment the middle-aged man saw the youth at the door, he froze for a second. His expression quickly shifted to one of surprise. “Little Junior Brother?”
Qin Nanfeng raised an eyebrow and smiled. Even though they hadn’t seen each other for years, he didn’t feel any awkwardness. “Uncle Feng, I hope you’ve been well.”
“You little brat, you really came back? I haven’t seen you in so many years, and you’ve grown so tall! You’re even taller than me now,” the man known as Uncle Feng said with a laugh, lightly punching the youth’s chest.
“I brought my future wife to see Grandpa and stay for a few days.”
“Not bad! That’s great to hear!”
Uncle Feng nodded with a smile, offering his approval and blessing.
Back when he lived in Quancheng, he often came to ask his Master for advice. He had frequent contact with Qin Nanfeng, so their relationship was quite good.
Back then, despite his young age, Qin Nanfeng had been forced by his Master to learn cooking for a while.
He was a fast learner; even his Master praised his culinary talent, noting that he understood everything instantly and only needed time to refine his skills.
During those days, his Master would have him guide Qin Nanfeng while the Master and Mistress watched from the side.
Because of that connection, he jokingly called Qin Nanfeng “Little Junior Brother,” even though the boy eventually stopped learning…
Those scenes were truly beautiful, but unfortunately…
Uncle Feng thought of the Mistress and shook his head inwardly.
He didn’t understand why Qin Nanfeng had rarely come back over the last few years, but regardless, he was an outsider and wouldn’t pry into the youth’s business.
Uncle Feng was clearly in a hurry. After a few words of small talk, he got straight to the point.
“Alright, Little Junior Brother! I have some urgent business with Master. I need to rush back to Shanghai before noon.”
“Alright then, please come in.”
Qin Nanfeng nodded and led the man inside.
In the kitchen, Grandpa Qin was currently teaching the girl how to hold a knife properly near the cutting board.
Although Lin Xinyuan’s learning ability couldn’t compare to a monster like Qin Nanfeng, she could remember most of what Grandpa Qin taught her. She was very sharp.
Grandpa Qin couldn’t help but feel a sense of appreciation for her talent.
Combined with her status as his future Granddaughter-in-law, he was exceptionally dedicated to his teaching.
The girl was good at everything, and things were going smoothly, except for the basic skill of knife handling.
This caused Grandpa Qin some frustration; he had corrected her several times, but she still couldn’t get it right.
The old man actually had a bit of a temper. He paced back and forth, looking quite annoyed, but in the end, he only scolded her a few times. He couldn’t bring himself to truly yell at the young lady.
Sensing Grandpa Qin’s stern expression, Lin Xinyuan felt both afraid and ashamed.
She didn’t say anything, merely continuing to silently slice green onions. Only the crisp sound of the knife hitting the cutting board echoed through the room…
The girl looked young and innocent, but her mind was not that of a typical little girl. She understood that the old man was serious about passing his skills to her.
Because of a certain someone, she was willing to learn, and she was even starting to enjoy the feeling of cooking.
So even when Grandpa Qin scolded her, she didn’t feel wronged; she only felt ashamed of her own performance…
“Master!”
The voice arrived before the person. A greeting that was both affectionate and respectful drifted in as the middle-aged man stepped into the kitchen, breaking the stagnant atmosphere.
As soon as Uncle Feng entered and saw the scene, he was stunned — especially when he noticed the extremely beautiful young lady.
Recalling what Qin Nanfeng had just said, he immediately realized who she was.
He then looked at his frustrated Master. He had seen that expression before; it was the look of dissatisfaction the old man used to give them when they were disciples.
Because of this, he began to speculate…
“Guodong, you’re here.”
Grandpa Qin wasn’t surprised by the man’s arrival. After all, Feng Guodong had contacted him beforehand, so he knew exactly who it was the moment there was a knock at the door.
“Yes, Master!”
“Mhm…” Grandpa Qin immediately stepped out of his teaching mode. His expression softened, and the sternness vanished.
He turned to the girl, who was still focused on slicing vegetables, and instructed, “Xiao Yuan, practice on your own for a while! When you’re done, cook lunch. Just use up the ingredients you’ve been practicing with.”
“Okay… Grandpa…”
It was only after witnessing Grandpa Qin leave that Lin Xinyuan finally exhaled.
Grandpa Qin’s expression just now had been truly terrifying, making it hard for her to breathe. It gave her the distinct feeling of being a bad student meeting their class teacher…
Before she could think further, she tilted her head slightly and saw a man about 50-some years old smiling warmly at her. “Hello, Little Junior Sister!”
“Huh?”
Lin Xinyuan was a bit dazed, but before she could react, the man followed Grandpa Qin out of the kitchen.
At the same time, a sharp sting suddenly came from her fingertip. She couldn’t help but drop the knife in pain. “Ugh…”
Seeing this, Qin Nanfeng rushed over and grabbed her fair hand. Once he saw it was just a superficial cut, he breathed a sigh of relief.
“Is Xiao Yuan a pig? Cutting yourself like that… you’re such an idiot.”
“You’re the pig! You’re the idiot!”
Hearing those words, Lin Xinyuan indignantly pulled her hand away and slapped his arm. However, the movement jolted her wound, causing her to cry out again. “Ow…”
“Yeah, that’s a real self-own.”
Qin Nanfeng didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Regardless of how the girl tried to argue, he ignored her and left under her shamed and puzzled gaze.
In less than 1 minute, he returned with a band-aid.
Without considering what she thought, he gently took her wrist again, dried her hand, and carefully applied the bandage.
Lin Xinyuan’s face turned red, and her heart felt warm, but she looked away and grumbled, “I… I could have done it myself. I’m not a child…”
“Chilidish people always argue like that,” Qin Nanfeng chuckled. He reached out and gently smoothed the messy hair on her forehead, his voice tender. “Don’t you agree, Little Junior Sister?”
“What… What nonsense are you talking about!”
Hearing that title, Lin Xinyuan immediately remembered the man calling her that earlier. She hadn’t expected this guy to pick it up too.
‘Is this… roleplay…?’
Lin Xinyuan’s mind became a mess, and she instantly thought of the various messy scenarios from her dreams over the past few days.
‘What the hell!’
She felt incredibly embarrassed, but she glared at Qin Nanfeng with feigned anger, determined to make him explain himself.
“There’s nothing wrong with it. Hasn’t Grandpa taught both of us how to cook?”
“Uh… yes…”
“Exactly. That was Uncle Feng, Grandpa’s second disciple. Since he calls me Little Junior Brother, it stands to reason that I should call you Little Junior Sister, right?”
Qin Nanfeng began to spout nonsense with a straight face.
“Since I entered the sect before you, doesn’t that make me your Senior Brother? There’s no problem with that logic.”
“Come on, let me hear you call me Senior Brother.”
Ignoring the fact that there were two elders under the tree in the courtyard, the youth hugged the girl’s waist from behind and leaned in until his lips were almost touching her ear.
Lin Xinyuan was stunned by his logic, but then she found herself trapped in an intimate embrace.
Hearing the faint sounds of conversation from outside, her brain went numb. She twisted her body in a panic, trying to struggle free.
“Stinky bastard, there’s a huge problem! I’ll call you a shark-armed dumbass…”
Despite her insults, the images from her dreams became more vivid.
In her chaotic state of mind, the girl actually started to feel like the title wasn’t that big of a deal.
Moreover, if she didn’t say it now, she was sure this stinky pervert would do something even more excessive…
‘I can’t…’
In her desperation, she stared anxiously at the kitchen door, terrified that the two elders would suddenly walk in and catch them acting so shamelessly.
Meanwhile, the warm breath against her earlobe grew more intense, making her legs feel weak.
‘Daytime… no… I don’t want that!’
‘I can’t do this…’
“Se… Se… Senior Brother…”
“Ugh…”