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

Lin Qingwan looked cold-faced and cold-hearted. In the end, she only left behind one sentence: “I permit you to stay here for a few days first.”

Fu’er winked and made faces at the Qianyuan Sister on the couch, then jerked her chin toward Lin Qingwan: Hurry up and thank Sister Qingwan.

Shang Wumian looked at Fu’er thoughtfully. When she had been reading the book back then, she hadn’t seen the author write that this child had any kind of facial-twitching problem.

Seeing that Shang Wumian not only failed to receive the signal she was sending, but was even looking at her with a face full of pity, Fu’er could not help having question marks pop up all over her head: ???

This Qianyuan Sister had a pretty good-looking face. Unfortunately, she was a fool.

Lin Qingwan ignored the little movements between the two of them and merely turned around, saying coldly, “But once your injuries heal, leave immediately.”

Shang Wumian nodded and agreed.

Being able to make the other party keep her for a few days already counted as a preliminary success. She had never really intended to stay in someone else’s home for long anyway. After all, this transmigration into a book had happened far too suddenly. She needed some kind of buffer first.

Only after Lin Qingwan and Fu’er had both left did Shang Wumian finally calm down and begin thinking.

All of her understanding of this world she had transmigrated into only stopped at the few chapters of the novel she had read.

An ancient ABO world…

Shang Wumian lifted her long hair and tried touching the back of her neck. Sure enough, she felt the presence of an inhibitor patch. That made a trace of strange curiosity flash through her eyes despite herself.

Then… what about her face? Fu’er had praised her for being good-looking earlier, so what did her face look like?

Shang Wumian laboriously dragged her injured leg off the couch and went to look in the mirror inside the room.

It was her own face.

This realization made Shang Wumian feel even more confused.

She had no way of judging whether the person in the book who shared her name had originally possessed this face or what, but this really was far too much of a coincidence.

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

【The village theater caught fire, and everyone fled in panic.

Lin Qingwan herself had also escaped, but then she remembered that Fu’er was still inside, and before she had left, the girl had still been asleep on a wooden chair.

Naturally, she rushed back into the fire without hesitation.

The blaze grew larger and larger, and waves of black smoke further disturbed people’s vision.

Lin Qingwan used the outer robe she had casually taken off to cover her mouth and nose, unwilling to give up as she called Fu’er’s name.

Later, the two of them successfully escaped danger. In truth, it was Lin Qingwan herself who had risked her life to bring Fu’er out. But when she woke up, her memories were blurred, and she mistook Shang Wumian, who had been lying beside them, for the lifesaving benefactor who had extended a hand.

Both emotionally and logically, Lin Qingwan brought the other party home.

What she did not know at the time was that the person she had brought back was actually an out-and-out scumbag.

Lin Qingwan looked at Shang Wumian, her tone carrying obvious gratitude. “Was it you who saved me and Fu’er…? Thank you.”

When she lowered her eyes slightly and softened her voice to thank someone, she was simply gentle beyond words.

As the female lead of the entire book, a character the author had carefully crafted with painstaking detail, Lin Qingwan undoubtedly possessed a unique charm. She had never known that her unconscious gestures and expressions, when they fell into the eyes of others, were such a beautiful sight.

The fire that day had been dangerous. Shang Wumian being able to escape by herself was already impressive enough, let alone saving anyone. A life-loving, death-fearing Qianyuan like her naturally did not have that sort of leisure.

However, if she simply let the other party continue misunderstanding things, perhaps she could gain some different benefits.

In the short time Shang Wumian remained silent, crooked ideas spun through her mind at high speed.

In any case, she had only just drifted to this place in order to avoid debt collectors. She did not know the people or the area. If she could make good use of the identity of “lifesaving benefactor,” then she should be able to openly freeload food and lodging.

Shang Wumian looked at the beautiful woman in front of her. With a turn of thought, several extra layers of meaning appeared in her smile. “Yes, that’s right. It was me.”

She deliberately emphasized, “It was me who saved you from the fire.”

Lin Qingwan believed it.

However, this was the beginning of her abuse-story routine.

Shang Wumian was not some kindhearted benefactor at all. Yet she shamelessly and firmly believed that a lifesaving debt should be repaid with one’s body.】

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Although Shang Wumian had claimed that her cooking was good, and that was why Lin Qingwan had temporarily allowed her to stay, in truth, Lin Qingwan did not believe this point at all.

A Qianyuan who had spent her previous life idling around, steeped in every bad habit of eating, drinking, womanizing, and gambling—if Lin Qingwan really let her go cook, she was afraid those ingredients would be wasted.

Lin Qingwan was not stingy with using the greatest malice to speculate about Shang Wumian. She knew very well what the other party was planning. She simply disdained exposing it.

She was merely relying on the fact that her leg was injured right now and there was no way to test her culinary skills, using this as an excuse to cling shamelessly for a period of time.

Fu’er did not want Shang Wumian to leave, so letting her stay for a few days was no problem to Lin Qingwan.

Lin Qingwan was certain that she had been reborn, but at present, her memories of her previous life were limited. It seemed she still needed time for them to slowly recover.

Shang Wumian’s behavior in the fire back then did deviate somewhat from her memories. But human nature was hard to change. At that time, for Lin Qingwan to finally choose to drag her out too, for the sake of her having carried Ah Fu out, was already extremely rare.

In this life, Lin Qingwan did not want to have anything to do with her.

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

“Sister Wumian, wait a little. We’ll be able to eat soon,” Ah Fu whispered. “But you have to prepare yourself mentally…”

Shang Wumian did not understand and grew nervous as well. “What’s wrong?”

The expression Ah Fu revealed almost made her think Lin Qingwan wanted to poison her.

“Sister Qingwan’s cooking, well…”

“Ah Fu, time to eat.” A clear, cold female voice sounded, interrupting the rest of Ah Fu’s unfinished words.

“You’ll know in a bit.” Ah Fu hurriedly threw down this sentence, then nimbly rushed off to help Lin Qingwan set out the bowls and chopsticks.

Shang Wumian did not understand what she meant. Shang Wumian was completely confused.

Her head hurt. She chose not to think about it.

…Anyway, Ah Fu had said she would know in a bit.

Later, she really did know.

“This dish…” Shang Wumian frowned, then used her chopsticks to pick up another dish instead.

Every time she picked up a dish, her frown deepened by one point. By the end, it was almost tight enough to pinch an ant to death.

Lin Qingwan originally did not want to bother with her, but looking at her was truly irritating. “Why are you frowning?”

“What exactly did you make?” Shang Wumian’s tone was unconsciously a little displeased. “Let’s not even talk about the heat control. Just the seasoning alone was added without any sense of measure.”

What she could not stand most was someone wasting ingredients like this. At the very least, shouldn’t one have some basic respect for the dish one made?

Cooking badly was one thing. Being perfunctory was another.

Moreover, Ah Fu was still growing, and she herself was still a patient. How could the food be this oily and greasy?

Lin Qingwan’s anger also rose. She set down her chopsticks with neither too much nor too little force, her voice cold. “What do you think I made?”

If you don’t like eating it, no one is forcing you. Just leave.

She knew that she truly did not know how to cook, but she also could not stand being criticized like this by someone who had spent her entire previous life idling around doing nothing.

She was already eating and drinking here for free. What right did Shang Wumian have?

Ah Fu did not dare speak. Clutching her chopsticks, she looked at the two people beside her, who seemed ready to draw swords at any moment.

She could not see anything at all.

So Ah Fu could only secretly nudge Shang Wumian: she had already told her to prepare herself mentally, so why was her reaction still this big?

Sensing that the atmosphere was wrong, Shang Wumian finally woke up—damn it, her occupational disease had acted up just now.

She had still thought she was a judge at a cooking competition…

She had completely forgotten where she was now.

Apologetic words circled around the edge of her mouth several times before Shang Wumian tentatively said, “How about… I make one for you?”

Ah Fu had just wanted to smooth things over for this rash Qianyuan-jun when she heard Lin Qingwan speak coldly from the other side. “Make it.”

She frowned slightly, the fingertips pressing against her chopsticks turning a little white, probably because some anger had surged up in her heart.

Making Sister Qingwan angry was no joke. Under such circumstances, Fu’er decisively picked her side.

This time… she was powerless to help.

Shang Wumian really went to cook.

Dragging along that injured leg of hers.

She first studied how these ancient kitchen tools were used, then confidently set up her stance.

Ah Fu whispered to Lin Qingwan, “Sister Qingwan, look. She actually seems pretty convincing.”

The only question was whether she really knew how to cook, or whether she was just slapping her own face swollen to pretend she was fat…

After all… Qianyuan-jun all loved to compete.

In truth, Ah Fu was worrying too much.

She did not dare say anything about other matters, but when it came to cooking alone, Shang Wumian could absolutely be called perfectly at ease.

No matter what ingredients, what seasonings, or what kitchen tools, as long as they reached her hands…

The things she made could definitely be described with two words: delicious.

Her title as gold-medal chef for several consecutive years was absolutely not undeserved.

When Shang Wumian cooked, her brows and eyes were focused. After she finished, she confidently set down the ladle.

The plate was brought out, and the fragrance of the dish spread in all directions.

Limping, she carried it over to the two people waiting on the other side.

Her eyes seemed to be glowing. “Want to try?”

Ah Fu sniffed and murmured, “It smells so good.”

Although she was terribly tempted, she secretly looked at Lin Qingwan’s expression and did not dare move.

Lin Qingwan coldly sized up the other party, her thoughts unknown.

Shang Wumian felt inexplicably guilty under her stare, not understanding why this person could even frown while eating.

—Wasn’t she afraid of getting wrinkles at the corners of her eyes?

The novel had not written that Lin Qingwan had this kind of hobby either…

Shang Wumian did not quite understand. Shang Wumian also did not dare ask.

She could only say dryly, “How about eating it while it’s hot?”

Try it, then try it.

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

After a while, she tasted another bite.

She looked expressionless, but in truth, ripples had already risen faintly in her heart—this person actually really knew how to cook.

And it was very good.

But how was that possible?

In her previous life, this scumbag had clearly been ignorant, incompetent, gluttonous, and lazy…

Lin Qingwan looked at Shang Wumian, and a strange color flashed through her eyes.

For the first time, Shang Wumian began to doubt herself a little. “It doesn’t taste good?”

Impossible. Absolutely impossible!

Ah Fu resolved her confusion for her, though her words were a little muffled because her mouth was stuffed with food. “Sho good!”

Her dear Kunze grandma, this was way too delicious!

Shang Wumian relaxed. See, that was what she had said. How could she suddenly smash her own reputation just like that…

She looked toward Lin Qingwan, secretly smug. “Why is Miss Lin looking at me like that? Is the food I made not to Miss Lin’s taste?”

Hehe, she must have been stunned by the food I made. It’s so good she’s gone silly.

Lin Qingwan did not know what this Qianyuan in front of her was so smug about. She merely picked up her chopsticks again. “If you don’t eat soon, you’ll only be able to eat it cold.”

Or simply have nothing to eat at all.

A cold beauty, freezing people to death.

Shang Wumian did not think too much about it and obediently sat down to eat.

This was true. Ah Fu ate far too quickly, and far too much…

Clearly, she was still just an undifferentiated child.

Shang Wumian thought absentmindedly, when this child grew up, was there a higher chance she would differentiate into a Qianyuan?