A Milky-Orange Scented Omega Became a Sensation via a Dating Show [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 9

“Does it hurt?” Pei Yi continued to ask in a low voice, her eyes dropping to the girl’s hand adorned with the Band-Aid. “How is your hand doing?”

“It doesn’t hurt, not at all!” Zhong Lin shook her head repeatedly.

So, the gratitude Pei Yi mentioned earlier was for that—Zhong Lin blocking the crate for her…

To a Baize cub, this tiny injury was a drop in the ocean. No big deal! It wouldn’t even throb after a day.

Zhong Lin held the knife and fork, feeling a bit lost. She didn’t understand why humans sometimes used three kinds of utensils, and even less how she, with her single “paws,” was supposed to use two tools at once. Although modern civilization had been implanted into her brain the moment she transmigrated, fine details like this hadn’t exactly come with an instruction manual.

Zhong Lin gripped the handle of the steak knife in her palm like she was about to assassinate her father’s killer. She stabbed it into the very center of the toast, flipping the entire French toast up with one motion.

Then, opening her mouth wide like a little abyss, she started gnawing on it while still clutching the handle.

Pei Yi: “…”

Pei Yi truly couldn’t watch anymore. Having studied “table manners” since childhood, she had never seen someone so “barbaric.” She felt that if she gave Zhong Lin a suckling pig, this girl would just grab the roasting spit and start gnawing on the hide.

Pei Yi pursed her lips, an irrepressible smile spreading across her face. Unable to help herself, she took the cutlery from Zhong Lin’s hands and used the blunt side of the knife to gently pry the large chunk of food out of her mouth.

“That’s not how you eat it.”

Zhong Lin suddenly felt a flicker of grievance. Didn’t you say it was for me to eat? Why are you snatching food from a Baize cub’s mouth? TAT

Pei Yi patiently cut it into small pieces with the knife and used the fork to spear a small bit, offering it to Zhong Lin.

Zhong Lin took the fork, flashing her trademark pure and innocent “cub” smile of gratitude: “Thank you, Pei Yi.”

Being human is so much trouble. Such a tiny piece… back in my original form, I could swallow this in one gulp.

“Pei Yi,” Zhou Xiaoduo finally finished cutting the onions. Whether he was upset by this scene or simply irritated by the onions, his eyes were brimming with sparkling tears. “I want to eat some, too.”

Only then did Pei Yi remember there was a third person in the kitchen. She turned to glance at Zhou Xiaoduo. The Omega boy in his little apron was short, his eyes red. He looked quite pitiful.

Normally, no Alpha could refuse such a cute, innocent male Omega. Unfortunately, a certain Alpha was completely oblivious to his charms.

Pei Yi looked down at his chopped onions and washed beef slices. “Don’t you know how to cook? Make it yourself.”

“Your hands aren’t injured, are they?” Pei Yi’s voice was cold. As an Alpha, she possessed none of the expected tenderness toward an Omega.

Zhou Xiaoduo was shut out. He gritted his teeth, turned back, and continued stir-frying his onion beef, the smoke making his eyes sting even more. He looked up and realized he hadn’t turned on the exhaust fan. He sniffed, pressed the button, and lowered his head to keep cooking, feeling both dejected and angry.

This time, Zhong Lin won.

So what? The days are long. Pei Yi is only thanking her today for what happened this morning. In the future, Pei Yi will only hate Zhong Lin more and more.

After all, Zhong Lin is so stupid. She’s only fit to be his foil. A top-tier Alpha would never fall for a dumb Omega.

Facing the wall, a cold smirk played on Zhou Xiaoduo’s lips.

The outside was perfectly seared while the inside remained soft—Pei Yi had fried the French toast just right.

Zhong Lin took one bite, then another, and another. Her small hand holding the fork moved so fast it practically left an afterimage in the air.

Zhong Lin: French toast is so yummy~

【 Hahaha, our baby only thinks about eating. Too cute! You guys go fight over Pei Yi, just let us take our Lin-cub away~ 】

【 Pei Yi is so ‘double-standard’ right now. She only made French toast for Zhong Lin… I ship it! 】

【 Ship your head! It’s only been a day. Yiyi won’t like Zhong Lin… can’t you see she’s just compensating her for the hand injury?! Blind! 】

Meanwhile, another figure peeked out from the hallway.

“Wow~ who made this? I want to eat some, too.” Omega No. 3 guest Liang Shan murmured, staring at the plate under Zhong Lin’s hands. Having observed secretly from the living room, she naturally knew who made it.

“I only made one portion,” Pei Yi replied coldly, reminding herself it was only to repay the favor from this morning.

Pei Yi didn’t even look up. She began julienning lettuce, each strip cut to an equal length and width. When she chopped vegetables, she was as serious and focused as a master craftsman. It seemed that whoever had just walked in didn’t matter to her at all.

Liang Shan: “…” Coldly rejected by my favorite Alpha. QAQ

Zhou Xiaoduo quickly tried to break the tension: “Haha… I’ll make you a fried egg. What do you like on it? Black pepper or ketchup?”

“Neither.” Liang Shan pursed her lips. Her smile was distant, her mood hitting rock bottom after Pei Yi’s snub. She had no interest in the “lifeline” Zhou Xiaoduo was throwing her.

Aside from a little dummy like Zhong Lin, any Omega could smell the “tea” (manipulativeness) on Zhou Xiaoduo. An Omega’s intuition about another Omega is lethal! We’re both thousand-year-old Green Tea Bitches, why are you pretending to be a pure Pu-erh tea for me?

Livestream Bullet Comments:

【 Holy—! 3 O’s and 1 A. A crematorium right at the start! Success depends on snatching! Love it! 】

【 Look at Liang Shan, she didn’t give Zhou Xiaoduo any face at all! Look at her pout after being rejected by Yiyi, and Xiaoduo’s face turning green! Hahaha 233333 】

But the Baize cub didn’t care about the undercurrents between these Omegas.

The French toast was just too fragrant! The condensed milk had a rich milky scent, and the ham was perfectly savory. So delicious _(:з)∠)~ It was gone in minutes.

Zhong Lin stared intently at the plate, swallowing a small bit of saliva, barely resisting the urge to lick the remaining condensed milk.

Suddenly realizing she had eaten the whole thing without leaving a bite for the cook, Zhong Lin looked up in a panic: “Ah… sorry. I forgot to save some for you.”

Finishing so quickly with a look of longing was the sincerest compliment to the chef. Pei Yi’s hand trembled slightly as she took the plate away. She said nothing, leaning down to put the plate in the dishwasher. “Just this once.”

She would never do it again. She considered the debt for this morning paid.

After finishing the delicious food, Zhong Lin saw the small kitchen was now crowded with three people. It seemed they didn’t need her help anymore. She rubbed her hands and turned to leave quietly, taking no credit—only the trash bag from the kitchen bin.

“Then you guys make dinner. I’m going out to take the trash out~”

【 Ahhh, baby is so good! Proactively taking out the trash! 】

【 Did she change?? Is this the same clout-chasing ugly-makeup Zhong Lin?? She actually knows how to work and take out the trash!? 】

Zhong Lin had left, but Liang Shan proactively stayed to help in the kitchen. The atmosphere among the three was exceptionally eerie, falling into a terrifying silence.

After a long time, Pei Yi suddenly said out of the blue: “I feel like some things have changed…”

“No, I’ve always known how to cook.” Zhou Xiaoduo, unsure of what she meant, started steering the topic toward himself.

“Who?” Liang Shan clearly realized Pei Yi wasn’t talking about her.

Pei Yi: “Zhong Lin.”

Zhou Xiaoduo: “…” Ignored again.

Liang Shan gave a dry laugh: “That’s normal. People change. Who you are today, yesterday, and tomorrow will all be different. But you’ve always been beautiful,” Liang Shan narrowed her eyes slightly, offering what seemed like a casual compliment. “You haven’t changed a bit since two years ago.”

Pei Yi: “…” Completely unmoved, just didn’t want to talk.

Liang Shan leaned in, moving closer to Pei Yi. Her hair brushed intentionally or unintentionally against Pei Yi’s bare shoulder. “You’re making a salad…” the female Omega’s sweet, soft laughter rang in her ear.

Pei Yi’s shoulder felt a slight itch from the hair, and her nose caught a faint fragrance—the scent of an Omega’s pheromones.

Pei Yi looked up from the glass salad bowl. The female Omega opposite her raised a hand to toy with her hair, revealing the soft, fair skin of her inner wrist. Liang Shan had intentionally worn a permeable barrier patch today; a hint of her Omega pheromones was leaking out—a sweet, subtle, lingering provocation.

It smelled very enticing. Any Alpha would find it hard to resist. Liang Shan wore a smile; she had always been an expert at gauging the boundaries of flirtation with Alphas.