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Chapter 200 - 89: Baby Yu’s Mischievous Kitchen!_3

Chapter 200: Chapter 89: Baby Yu’s Mischievous Kitchen!_3

Having said that, she really took off her pink little gloves, rummaged through her cute little purse, and pulled out a bank card, her eyes clear and earnest as she said, "My bank card PIN is..."

"No no no, that’s not necessary, just today is fine, just stay tonight and then leave!" Ke Jin feared that if she stayed for a few more days, this stubborn young lady would indeed stuff money into his hands.

He didn’t know why, but in her eyes, he always seemed to be very poor, feeling like she always wanted to help him out...

We’ve fallen on hard times, Ke Family!

But speaking of which.

These past two days have indeed been very pleasant, with the company of a beautiful woman by his side and a stunning view in front, which greatly alleviated Ke Jin’s fatigue.

Playing around for one more day today should be about enough, plus the journey home tomorrow.

All in all, it would amount to a three or four days’ break, which is not too far off the mark.

After all, he had notified his company that he was going out to have fun for a few days.

As the top player is currently in a crucial phase of exerting effort, Ke Jin didn’t dare be a hands-off manager for too long.

"Let’s set off then!"

At his command, happy and excited female voices cheered from both sides.

The party marched triumphantly into the orchard.

Agritourism mainly offers the experience of rustic, pastoral life.

The things they provide are not rare, focusing mainly on the atmosphere.

At least, those two young girls were very joyful during the big picking operation in the morning.

The entire orchard was filled with the jingle-like sound of laughter and joy.

Ke Jin also reveled in the fun.

It must be said, the act of picking by one’s own hands inherently comes with a pleasant sensation of plentiful harvest.

Furthermore, since the primitive era, the yearning for food has been ingrained deep in our bones.

Seeing the fruits and vegetables picked by oneself also brings a sense of full security.

In other words, the owners of the agritourism estates omit the arduous process of farming, leaving only the joy of harvest for the tourists and earning a profit from them in return.

It’s essentially a trade of emotional value.

As long as the charges aren’t too exorbitant, visitors remain content and joyful.

By noon, it was time to settle the accounts.

Ke Yu was the one who picked the least among the group.

The bucket, not very large to begin with, was filled less than half with fruits and vegetables.

The reason was that halfway through, she spotted a wild rabbit and then scurried off to catch it.

Girls raised in the city have hardly any opportunity to encounter the countryside, only returning to their grandparents’ home during holidays with their parents.

But even then, mostly tied up being questioned by relatives and neighbors, rarely managing to slip away.

However, according to the rules of the competition.

The loser cooks.

Looking somewhat disgruntled as she donned the apron, Ke Yu, with her mouth pouted, huffed whether it was because she lost the competition or because the rabbit got away, "I’ll cook if I have to!"

The fridge provided ready-to-use meat ingredients.

After all, with an accommodation fee of 2000 per day, they couldn’t possibly just let the guests eat vegetables.

The landlady was easy to talk to; as long as there was no waste, you could use anything freely, even empty the entire fridge of meat if you wished.

Additionally, excess fruits and vegetables picked could be packaged and shipped back, with delivery free for up to 20 kilograms.

At that moment, she grabbed several chilled large chicken legs from the fridge and then picked up a plate of kiwi prawns.

Standing in front of the fridge, she pondered for a while.

She then grabbed a few eggs, potatoes, tomatoes, mushrooms, and a large bunch of lettuce.

She went about this quite earnestly.

Both Ke Jin and Xinlin were taken aback by her actions.

The two exchanged a look, a bit of surprise showing in their eyes.

My, oh my.

Was she serious?

Whether it was Ke Jin or Xinlin, based on their many years of understanding Ke Yu,

this young lady was known for not letting her hands touch spring water.

It’s not that she was delicate.

It’s just that she simply had no talent for cooking.

Every time she eagerly wanted to help Mrs. Ke cook, the dish would turn either into a mushy porridge or undercooked rice due to improper water measurement, after which she was thoroughly relegated by Mrs. Ke to become the "Garlic peeling little sister".

"Could it be she secretly learned?" Ke Jin stroked his chin, pondering in his heart.

Considering the dishes Ke Yu is currently bringing into the kitchen,

in theory, it is possible to make —

Shiitake Chicken Dices +1

Tomato Egg Soup or Stir-Fried Tomatoes and Eggs +1

Blanched Prawns +1

Spicy and Sour Shredded Potatoes +1

And Garlic Steamed Lettuce +1

With meat, vegetables, and soup, it’s quite a feast for three people.

"Hah, grown up? In that case, I’ll sit and wait," Ke Jin pulled out a chair next to the dining table, ready to quietly wait for the delicacies to be served.

Xinlin also pulled up a chair next to him.

The chair was somewhat high, and since Xinlin was just over 1.6 meters tall, it seemed her tiptoes couldn’t reach the floor while she was wearing slippers.

So right under Ke Jin’s watchful eye, she swayed back and forth like a pendulum.

And you know what, don’t even say it.

This pendulum is really quite exquisite...

Before Ke Jin had time to sneak a peek at the sight,

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

Sudden sounds resembling those of a vendetta came from the kitchen.

Startled, Ke Jin and Xinlin, who had just settled into their seats, leaped up and rushed into the kitchen.

Eating this meal was a trivial matter, but Ke Yu was their only sister, no matter how often they flipped each other off and cursed each other as idiots; if something serious truly happened, Ke Jin felt he would be heartbroken.

As soon as they entered the kitchen,

Ke Jin was immediately shocked by the scene before him.

In Ke Yu’s fair palm, she held a curved Western-style kitchen knife upside down.

Like chiseling ice, she repeatedly jabbed the knife into the chicken leg on the cutting board.

Without a good eight or ten lives on her hands, that kind of sensation is impossible to have...

"May I ask what you’re doing?" Ke Jin barely got his words out,

when Ke Yu casually replied,

"I’m scoring the chicken leg to make it more flavorful. I saw it done like this on a video, but I was afraid I’d cut my hand holding the knife the regular way, so I changed the way I hold it."

Xinlin: "..."

Ke Jin: "..."

Well played.

Others make scoring cuts.

But yours looks more like you’re preventing the chicken leg from coming back to life...

It turns out, in my last life, I played Overcooked in the game.

And in this life, I’m witnessing my sister mess around in the kitchen, right?

"Maybe I should do it..." Xinlin began,

but Ke Yu immediately retorted,

"Back off!"

"I accepted the bet and will lose with grace! I can definitely make a decent meal!"

Half an hour later.

The brother and two sisters sat at the dining table,

staring at the food in front of them which looked as black as if it had just been rescued from a fire scene.

After a moment of silence, Ke Jin asked,

"Forgive my poor eyesight, but what cuisine is this?"

"Hmph," Ke Yu proudly lifted her chin, stubbornly saying,

"The Ke Family cuisine."

The Ke Family cuisine?

Ke Jin glanced at the indescribable dishes on the table, and the corners of his mouth twitched immediately.

This, goddammit, has got to be the ’Cripple Family cuisine’...