Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Yang An recalled his terrible cooking skills and asked cautiously.

This can be considered a disguised way of discouraging people from leaving.

If he were really asked to do it, he could probably manage on his own.

Letting others eat is like stuffing mud into their mouths.

"Instant noodles..."

Jiang Nianxi unzipped the outer sun protection clothing, gradually revealing the snow-white shirt underneath.

Strong sunlight streamed in through the window, revealing the impressive assets on full display.

This is definitely enough to outshine all others of her age.

It can even surpass many years.

She took off her sun-protective clothing while pretending to think.

"Hmm...actually, I rarely eat instant noodles, but it's okay to try them once in a while...hehe."

"What if I can't even cook instant noodles?"

Yang An wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead.

"Oh……"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nianxi remained noncommittal.

She simply folded the sun-protective clothing she had taken off and placed it beside her.

He then stood up.

"Actually, you don't know how, do you?"

She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and her expression suddenly became very dramatic.

"Or perhaps, you didn't do a good job, little deskmate?"

When confronted with such hurtful words, Yang An stood still, feigning honesty.

The kitchen equipment at home is actually quite complete.

Unfortunately, I didn't receive the true teachings.

During the long period when parents are away from home, often only one pot bears the burden of far too much responsibility.

The poor iron pot took on everything, whether it was something it shouldn't have to bear or something it should.

"...Actually, I didn't plan on having you cook."

A helpless voice came from behind.

Yang An looked up, a glimmer of hope instantly appearing in his eyes.

If that's the case, then that would be absolutely wonderful.

It's best to leave right after you finish your water.

He then gave her a red envelope as a token of appreciation for her help on the way.

At least it won't be so agonizing.

Moreover, aside from the emotional flutter, this was the first time a girl had come to his house.

The key point is that when I left, I was only thinking about buying groceries... I didn't expect that people would follow me.

The house wasn't cleaned up at all.

The living room is quite nice; the tiled floor shines in the sunlight, and there are several potted plants of different sizes on the balcony.

It's quite visually appealing.

But once they got to Yang An's own bedroom...

Depend on.

If Jiang Nianxi saw this, she would be absolutely furious.

Thinking of this, Yang An couldn't help but shudder.

At the same time, he kept repeating it in his mind.

Hurry up and leave... hurry up and leave...

"If you don't know how to cook, buying so many vegetables is a waste."

Jiang Nianxi stretched and brushed past him.

Yang An was taken aback and turned around to look, only to see that she had already stepped half a foot into the kitchen doorway.

"Then I'll reluctantly show you my cooking skills."

what?

His pupils contracted, and he quickly followed.

"What did you just say?"

Jiang Nianxi was very patient, saying each word clearly: "I said, I, will, cook, for, you, to, eat."

"How can I do that? You're a guest, after all. It's true that my cooking isn't very good... But I can order you some takeout."

"What are you saying... Go out and have some fun. As a classmate and deskmate, what's wrong with me cooking you a meal?"

Jiang Nianxi spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and she had already squatted down, rummaging through the things she had just bought.

Fresh cabbage, eggs, cucumbers...

As she flipped through the pages, she frowned. "Little classmate, why...did you buy only vegetarian dishes?"

She looked up, her delicate face showing only a hint of confusion.

"Don't you usually eat meat?"

"I... I'm actually not very good at it," Yang An said, sounding somewhat guilty.

He remembered making stir-fried pork with millet peppers once before.

That was the best meat dish he had ever made.

As a result... too much salt was added.

So, under normal circumstances, if he wants to eat meat, he orders a pre-mixed meal.

"Without meat, it does seem a bit difficult."

Jiang Nianxi looked at the neatly arranged vegetables and the two plump watermelons in front of her and couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

Make bricks without straw.

How can it be just vegetarian dishes?

My deskmate is going through puberty, a crucial time for physical growth.

How can we do without meat?

Although her family was not wealthy and was a single-parent family, her mother was able to support the two of them, so they were not without meat.

Just as Jiang Nianxi was in a dilemma, Yang An at the door silently scratched his head.

After a moment's hesitation, his eyes darted around: "Um, I have some frozen pork in my fridge..."

He only cut off a third last time, and then froze the rest.

"Huh? Where is it?"

Jiang Nianxi stood up and asked curiously.

Yang An turned slightly to the side and pointed to the lower half of the refrigerator not far away.

"After opening that, there's the second freezer."

After thinking about it, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

They've already cooked the meal; are we supposed to expect them to fetch the ingredients themselves?

That's so rude.

Realizing what was happening too late, Yang An immediately ran over, opened the refrigerator, and took out the piece of pork that had turned pink from being frozen.

I took a small iron basin from the storage box next to the sink, put the meat pieces in it, and poured in some of the hot water I had just boiled.

He stopped when the water had just covered the surface of the meat.

Putting everything else aside, Yang An at least has basic kitchen common sense.

"If you really want to do it... well, I can order takeout too."

Yang An wanted to decline again, but Jiang Nianxi didn't give him the chance; she had already picked up the washed kitchen knife.

The blade flashed, leaving afterimages.

There was a series of clattering sounds, and upon closer inspection, the once intact jade cabbage had turned into thin strands of cabbage.

The movements were swift and sharp.

Yang An had only ever seen such knife skills on his mother.

"You want takeout, but I don't."

Jiang Nianxi said calmly.

This one sentence immediately shut down Yang An's next words.

Asking someone to cook for you is just owing them a favor.

However, since they are guests, it would seem disrespectful to serve them takeout.

Having said all that, he knew there was nothing more to say, so he could only silently close the kitchen sliding door.

The roar of the range hood soon filled the room.

Just as Yang An closed the door, Jiang Nianxi heard the noise and paused in her washing of vegetables.

She put down the vegetables that hadn't been washed yet.

Instead, they listened quietly to the footsteps outside.

further and further.

Finally, she heard the sound of a door closing. From that direction... she had observed it when she entered earlier; it seemed to be the bathroom.

She was relieved.

As if she were at home, she gently wiped her little hands clean with a cloth.

Then, he took a small black box from the pocket where he had stolen the key.

The black box was only the size of a thumbnail, quite ordinary, and didn't seem to have anything special about it.

But Jiang Nianxi's breathing became heavy without her noticing.