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Chapter 7: I've been taken care of by Yoona!

The living room fell into dead silence. Jiang Che was still pondering what words he could use to make him struggle a little longer for his small goal.
Yoona frantically racked her brains for solutions, only to discover that none of them were viable options!
After a long silence, Yoona took a deep breath, her voice conveying a sense of resignation:

"...I'll stay here for now."

"Huh?" Jiang Che suddenly woke up, wondering if he was hallucinating.

"I said," Yoona said, emphasizing each word:
"You'll be staying here for now, until I figure out what you are and how to get rid of you!"
"But! Listen to the rules carefully!"

"First! You are not allowed to step out of this door! If you dare to run around, I'll break your legs!"

"Second! You are not allowed to use my face! To do anything strange! Including but not limited to taking selfies, sending text messages, making phone calls, going live, and not making strange facial expressions!"

"Third! You are not allowed to touch my personal belongings! Clothes, cosmetics, jewelry... anything! Understand?!"

Jiang Che's gaze swept over a designer bag that looked very expensive next to him. Selling it would give him start-up capital. Sigh.

"Fourth! Stay quiet! Be invisible! Ideally, I shouldn't be able to sense your presence!"

"Fifth! You're not allowed to..." Yoona seemed to want to list ten or eight more, but seeing the "weak, pitiful, and helpless" look on Kang Che's face,

Finally, he waved his hand in frustration:

"Fine! That's all for now! If you break any of these rules, and you want to go to an island, I'll pack you up, stuff you in the trunk, find an island, dig a hole, and bury you!"

"Understood! Completely understood! I'll execute it without hesitation! I guarantee it!" Jiang Che nodded so fast it was almost a blur: 'Although the initial funding was gone, food, lodging, and safety are all included. I don't have to go out and make a living with a nuclear-armed face. Isn't this a kind of early stage of retirement in disguise?'

What more could you want! His face instantly brightened, then took on a hint of fawning.
"Yoona-ssi is brilliant! Long live Yoona-ssi! Yoona-ssi, don't worry, I'll definitely be good!"

Looking at his fawning manner, Yoona felt a lump in her throat, unable to rise or fall.

Did Taeyeon unnie look at herself like this before? I feel sorry for Taeyeon unnie for three seconds. She scratched her hair in frustration.

"Alright, that's settled then." With the matter finally resolved,
Yoona then realized that she was covered in sticky sweat.

"I'm going to take a shower. You, stay put! Don't move! Don't make a sound! Don't peek!" After she finished speaking, she turned around and went into the bathroom without giving Jiang Che a chance to react.

Jiang Che's words, "Actually, I also want to..." were barely on the tip of his tongue when the loud slam of the door shut shut them back down.

He subconsciously touched his neck, then looked at the tightly closed bathroom door, as if he could see that he was indeed in the bathroom, but it was full of people. He shrank back and immediately swallowed the words "taking a shower"—forget it, forget it, but he was still peeping?
There's nothing interesting about Yoona's body; she's practically brain-dead. Why would I need to peek at her with this body on my body? I'll look at her openly!

He did listen to Yoona and didn't move, but his stomach was being uncooperative! Not long after Yoona went into the bathroom, Kang Cheol's stomach started pounding.

Then it dawned on me that I had spent the whole day trying to escape and negotiate, and after seeing the senior with the mineral water in the car, I hadn't even dared to drink a drop of water.

He tiptoed to the kitchen doorway, peeked around to make sure the sound of water was still coming from the bathroom, and then sneaked in stealthily!

"Dangdang!"

The kitchen echoed with the crisp sound of a spatula hitting the ground, followed by Jiang Che's short "Ouch!"

When Lim Yoona came out of the shower and heard the noise, she thought a thief had broken into her house. Then she immediately realized that she had picked up a big problem.
"What's wrong?!" Yoona's voice was tense. Had this guy set her kitchen on fire?
In the kitchen, a pot of soup was steaming on the stove, and next to it, a small mountain of glistening, sweet and sour pork was piled up in a wok. Shredded potatoes were laid out on the cutting board.

Lin Yoona stared blankly at this scene, seemingly lost in thought, and looked at Jiang Che with a complicated expression.

Jiang Che was frantically squatting on the ground picking up the spatula, muttering to himself:
"This shovel handle is so slippery... It's like those diamond-encrusted ones in the club..." "Club? Diamond-encrusted ones?" Yoona, upon hearing this, leaned against the door frame, her arms crossed.
"What did you just say about a private club? A diamond-encrusted spatula? Your parallel world is pretty extravagant, huh?"

Jiang Che froze, his hand still holding the shovel. His heart skipped a beat: 'Damn it! I misspoke! The rich kid's happy hometown almost self-destructed!'

He quickly stood up, his face instantly switching to the serious and earnest expression of a professional chef, and even solemnly shook the water droplets off the spatula.

"Ahem, Yoona-ssi, you misheard." He turned around, his face sincere:
"I'm talking about retraction, a special cooking technique!"

Yes, it makes the meat firmer and more bouncy! As for the "rhinestones"... that's a local dialect term from my hometown, used to describe the spatula handle... well, it's especially smooth and easy to grip! Yes, that's right!

Yoona looked at his serious-looking nonsense, her doe eyes filled with "See if I believe you or not."

She didn't reply, but the aroma made her unconsciously swallow.

"You were a chef in your past life?" This knife skill, this control of the heat, you probably couldn't make even a little bit of this without ten or eight years of experience.

"I'm not a cook! It's talent! Pure natural talent!" Jiang Che puffed out his flat chest:
"In our world, I could barely be considered... well, a high-end gourmet connoisseur!"

"Hmm, who says the food at the club isn't good?" Jiang Che thought to himself, his tone becoming even more confident.

"Yes, it's the kind of place that specializes in evaluating top restaurants and anonymously rating them with Michelin!"
Commonly known as—club connoisseur! He had a sudden inspiration and gave himself a job that sounded high-class and could barely fit the word "club".

Yoona's lips twitched almost imperceptibly:
"A connoisseur... a club?" Do you really think I don't know what the word "club" means?

"Of course!" Jiang Che replied without batting an eye.
"The more you appreciate, the more you'll understand! That's what they call...practice makes perfect! Standing on the shoulders of giants!"

As he spoke, he deftly stir-fried the shredded potatoes in the wok, releasing an enticing aroma.

"Yoona-ssi, just a moment, dinner will be served right away! I promise you'll experience what 'the taste of a giant' truly means!"

Yoona didn't ask any more questions. She just crossed her arms, leaned against the kitchen counter, and continued to look at the "Chef Kang" with her face on his back with a complicated expression.

Soon, three dishes and a soup were served.

Yoona picked up her chopsticks, cautiously, and first took the smallest piece of sweet and sour pork, taking a small, careful bite.

Yoona's eyes lit up instantly. She didn't say anything, but she started eating much faster.

Jiang Che watched Yoon-ah working hard, her cheeks puffed out in a cute way, and his inner voice laughed wildly: You little rascal!

No matter who you are, you'll surrender obediently to the culinary skills of the Master Chef! If you can win over his stomach, you're sure to win him over too! Uh… no, I mean, you'll be safe!

He smugly served himself a bowl of soup, and after taking a sip, he heard Yoona's voice, her mouth full of food, sounding noticeably more relaxed:
"Jiang Chexi from the parallel world is such a good cook, he must be very popular, right?" The deer's eyes sparkled with gossip.

Jiang Che almost choked. Love life? Should he say "young models at clubs" or "hit-and-run at hotels"?
He quickly waved his hand, his face righteous and awe-inspiring: "No, no! Absolutely not! People in our world focus all their attention on their careers! Feelings? Those are all fleeting!"

Looking into his sincere eyes, Yoona nodded thoughtfully, and was about to lower her head to continue eating the sweet and sour pork when...
Suddenly, as if remembering something, she abruptly looked up, scanned him from head to toe, and asked in a questioning tone:

"Wait... Jiang Che-xi?"

　Go go go, don't let the child die!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)