When the Top Chef Transmigrated into a Scum Alpha (GL) - Chapter 2

Lin Qingwan appeared cold outwardly and inwardly, only leaving the final statement: “I permit you to stay here for a few days.”

A-Fu winked at the Qianyuan (Alpha) Jiejie on the couch, and then pursed her lips toward Lin Qingwan: Hurry and thank Sister Qingwan!

Shang Wumian looked thoughtfully at A-Fu. When I read the book, the author didn’t write anything about her having facial twitching issues?

A-Fu saw that Shang Wumian not only failed to receive the signal she sent but was also looking at her with a face full of pity, which made her mind bubble with question marks: ???

This Qianyuan Jiejie has a nice face, but what a pity she’s an idiot.

Lin Qingwan ignored the subtle interaction between the two, turned around, and said indifferently, “But you must leave immediately after your injuries heal.”

Shang Wumian nodded and agreed.

Getting the other party to let her stay for a few days was already a preliminary goal achieved. She hadn’t actually intended to cling to someone else’s house for too long. Since the transmigration was too sudden, she needed a buffer period first.

Only after Lin Qingwan and A-Fu left did Shang Wumian calm down and start thinking.

All her knowledge of transmigrating into this world was limited to the few chapters of the novel she had read.

An ancient ABO world…

Shang Wumian brushed aside her long hair and tried to feel the back of her neck. Sure enough, she felt the presence of a scent suppression patch. A look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

And… my face? A-Fu had praised her looks, so what did her face look like?

Shang Wumian laboriously dragged her injured leg to the floor and looked at herself in the mirror in the room.

It was her own face.

This realization made Shang Wumian feel even stranger.

She couldn’t determine whether the character with the same name in the book originally had this face or what, but it was truly too much of a coincidence.

Shang Wumian returned to the couch, lay down securely, closed her eyes, and began to recall the original plot.

[A fire broke out at the village opera house, and everyone fled in panic.

Lin Qingwan herself was fleeing, but she remembered A-Fu was still inside and was asleep on a wooden chair before she left.

She naturally rushed back into the fire without hesitation.

The fire grew larger, and billowing black smoke obscured visibility.

Lin Qingwan covered her mouth and nose with the outer garment she had casually taken off, desperately calling A-Fu’s name.

The two successfully escaped later, but it was actually Lin Qingwan who desperately dragged A-Fu out herself. However, the memory when she woke up was hazy, and she mistakenly regarded Shang Wumian, who was lying beside them, as the benevolent savior.

Based on emotion and reason, Lin Qingwan brought the person home.

What she didn’t know then was that the person she brought back was a complete scumbag.

Lin Qingwan looked at Shang Wumian, her tone showing clear gratitude: “Did you save me and A-Fu… Thank you.”

When she slightly lowered her eyes and thanked someone in a soft voice, she was unbelievably gentle.

As the female lead of the entire book, a character carefully constructed by the author, Lin Qingwan undoubtedly possessed a distinct charm. She never knew how beautiful her inadvertent demeanor and posture looked in the eyes of others.

The fire was dangerous that day. It was already incredible that Shang Wumian managed to escape herself, let alone saving anyone. A Qianyuan (Alpha) like her, who was terrified of death, certainly had no such spare kind intentions.

However, if she let the other party continue to misunderstand, she might gain some unexpected benefits.

While Shang Wumian was silent for a moment, her mind was racing with crooked thoughts.

She had just arrived in this unfamiliar place to evade debt collectors. If she could utilize the identity of the “savior” effectively, she could shamelessly get free food and lodging.

Shang Wumian looked at the face of the beauty opposite her, her mind shifting, and her smile gained several layers of meaning: “Yes, that’s right, it was me.”

She specifically emphasized: “It was me who rescued you both from the fire.”

Lin Qingwan believed her.

However, this was the beginning of her cycle of being abused.

Shang Wumian was not a kind benefactor at all. Yet, she shamelessly insisted that a life-saving favor should be repaid with marriage.]

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Although Shang Wumian claimed her cooking skills were excellent to get Lin Qingwan to let her stay, Lin Qingwan didn’t actually believe it.

A Qianyuan (Alpha) who was idle, addicted to eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling in her past life, if she were actually allowed to cook, she would likely just waste the ingredients.

Lin Qingwan was not reluctant to use the greatest malice to speculate about Shang Wumian. She knew what the other party was planning; she just disdained to expose it.

She’s just using her injured leg as an excuse to shamelessly stay for a while, since her cooking skills can’t be put to the test right now.

A-Fu didn’t want Shang Wumian to leave, so letting her stay for a few days was not a problem for Lin Qingwan.

Lin Qingwan was certain she had been reborn, but her memory of the previous life was currently limited and seemed to need time to slowly recover.

Shang Wumian’s actions in the fire that time were indeed slightly off from her memory. But human nature is hard to change. Lin Qingwan chose to drag her out in the end, seeing that she had carried A-Fu out, which was already incredibly rare.

In this life, Lin Qingwan did not want to be entangled with the other person at all.

Among the three people under the same roof, compared to Lin Qingwan’s coldness, A-Fu was clearly much warmer toward Shang Wumian.

“Sister Wumian, wait a moment, we’ll be eating soon,” A-Fu whispered. “But you need to prepare yourself mentally…”

Shang Wumian was puzzled and also became nervous: “What is it?”

The expression A-Fu wore made her almost think Lin Qingwan wanted to poison her.

“Sister Qingwan, her cooking…”

“A-Fu, time to eat.” A chilly female voice interrupted A-Fu’s unfinished words.

“You’ll know in a minute,” A-Fu hurriedly tossed out this sentence and nimbly went to help Lin Qingwan set up the bowls and chopsticks.

Shang Wumian didn’t understand, Shang Wumian was completely bewildered.

Headache. She chose not to think about it.

… Anyway, A-Fu said she’d know in a moment.

Later, she really did find out.

“This dish…” Shang Wumian frowned, then picked up another dish with her chopsticks.

With every dish she picked up, her furrowed brow deepened a little. By the end, the wrinkle could practically clamp a small ant.

Lin Qingwan originally didn’t intend to address her, but seeing her was genuinely irritating: “Why are you frowning?”

“What thing did you cook?” Shang Wumian’s tone was unconsciously displeased. “Setting aside the cooking temperature, the seasoning alone was completely haphazard.”

She couldn’t stand someone wasting ingredients like this. Shouldn’t one have basic respect for the food they prepare?

It’s one thing for food to not taste good, and another to be careless.

Moreover, A-Fu is still growing, and she is a patient; how can the food be so oily and heavy?

Lin Qingwan also got angry. She set down her chopsticks with a soft clatter, her voice cold: “What do you think I cooked?”

If you don’t like it, no one is forcing you; you can just leave.

She knew she truly couldn’t cook, but she couldn’t tolerate this person, who had been idle in the past life, criticizing her like this.

She’s eating for free, what right does Shang Wumian have?

A-Fu didn’t dare to speak, gripping her chopsticks and looking at the two people who were ready to fight.

She couldn’t figure anything out.

A-Fu could only secretly nudge Shang Wumian: I already told you to prepare yourself mentally, why such a huge reaction?

Sensing the atmosphere was wrong, Shang Wumian suddenly realized—Oh no, my occupational hazard kicked in.

She thought she was still a judge in a cooking competition…

She had completely forgotten where she was.

An apology hovered on her lips, but Shang Wumian tentatively offered: “How about I cook something for you two?”

A-Fu was just about to smooth things over for the reckless Qianyuan when she heard Lin Qingwan’s icy voice: “Cook.”

She frowned slightly, and the fingertips gripping the chopsticks turned somewhat white, suggesting that a surge of anger was rising in her heart.

Angering Sister Qingwan was no joke. In this situation, A-Fu decisively stood with Lin Qingwan.

At this point… I can’t help.

Shang Wumian actually went to cook.

Dragging her injured leg.

She first studied how to use the ancient cooking utensils, then confidently assumed her position.

A-Fu whispered to Lin Qingwan: “Sister Qingwan, look, she seems quite professional.”

I just don’t know if she really can cook or if she’s just putting on airs…

After all… Qianyuans like to be competitive.

Actually, A-Fu was worrying too much.

She might not dare to boast about other things, but when it came to cooking, Shang Wumian could absolutely be described as “skilled and proficient.”

No matter the ingredient, the seasoning, or the cooking tool, once it reached her hands…

The resulting dish could definitely be described with the two words: ‘Delicious’.

Her Golden Plate Chef title, which she had held for many years, was certainly not an empty reputation.

Shang Wumian’s gaze was focused while cooking, and she confidently put down the ladle when finished.

She brought the plates out, and the aroma filled the air.

She limped over, hobbling, to the two people waiting there.

Her eyes seemed to glow: “Want to try it?”

A-Fu sniffed and whispered, “It smells so good.”

Although she was craving it terribly, she secretly looked at Lin Qingwan’s expression and didn’t dare to move.

Lin Qingwan coolly sized up the other person, wondering what she was thinking.

Shang Wumian felt inexplicably nervous under her gaze, not understanding why this person frowned even while eating.

—Doesn’t she worry about getting wrinkles at the corners of her eyes?

The novel didn’t mention Lin Qingwan having this hobby either…

Shang Wumian wasn’t sure, and Shang Wumian didn’t dare to ask.

She could only awkwardly say, “Why don’t we eat it while it’s hot?”

I might as well try it.

Lin Qingwan reacted. She picked up her chopsticks and took a bite.

A moment later, she took another bite.

She appeared expressionless, but inwardly, a small ripple had started—this person actually can cook.

And it’s very delicious.

But how is that possible?

In the previous life, this scumbag was clearly uneducated and lazy…

Lin Qingwan looked at Shang Wumian, a strange flicker in her eyes.

Shang Wumian, for the first time, had a sliver of doubt about herself: “Does it not taste good?”

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

A-Fu solved her confusion, though her words were slightly muffled because her mouth was full: “It’s so good!”

Oh, my dear Kunze (Omega) Granny, this is too delicious!

Shang Wumian was relieved: I knew it. How could I suddenly ruin my reputation like that…

She looked toward Lin Qingwan, secretly smug: “Why are you looking at me like that, Miss Lin? Does my cooking not suit your taste?”

Aha, she must be stunned by what I made, so delicious that she’s speechless.

Lin Qingwan didn’t know why the Qianyuan in front of her was so pleased with herself. She just picked up her chopsticks again: “If you don’t eat now, you’ll only get to eat it cold.”

Or not eat at all.

Cold beauty, chilling to the bone.

Shang Wumian didn’t think much of it and obediently sat down to eat.

It was true; A-Fu was eating too quickly and too much…

And she’s just an undifferentiated child.

Shang Wumian casually thought, Is it highly likely that this child will differentiate into a Qianyuan (Alpha) later on?