Help! My pet supervillain has three personalities!

"Oh, that's a secret. I'm working on it right now, so you'll have to wait a bit."

Seeing that Tang Yue refused to speak, Murong Minglang curled his lip in disdain and said arrogantly, "Why are you being so mysterious? Hurry up, I'm starving."

"Don't worry, it'll be quick!"

Tang Yue unexpectedly reached out and pinched Murong Minglang's cheek. After receiving a not-so-threatening eye roll from him, she chuckled and went to prepare the snail rice noodle soup base.

She poured the prepared snail soup base packet into a bowl, then poured it into the other half of the pot and brought it to a boil over high heat. Soon, the snail rice noodle pot emitted a sour and pungent smell. She added some chili oil, white vinegar, and other seasonings to adjust the sour and spicy flavor.

After the soup boils, put the rice noodles that have been rinsed in cold water into the hot pot, and then add the original ingredients of snail rice noodles, such as pickled bamboo shoots, wood ear fungus, peanuts, and dried bean curd.

Suddenly, the smell of snail rice noodles overpowered the smell of hot pot.

The pungent, sour smell wafted for miles, so strong that Murong Minglang jumped back a great distance, his brows furrowed, and even his speech became intermittent:

"Little...Little Tang, what...what did you put in the pot?" What kind of secret is this? It must be poop, right?!

It smells awful, it really smells like... poop.

His eyes were filled with disgust.

Even Lin Hao, who was later called out by Tang Yue to eat, couldn't help but frown at the sour and rotten smell.

"Stinky...little sister, eat...candied hawthorn!"

Tang Yue: ...

"Does it...smell that bad?"

Murong Minglang nodded vigorously: "Yes, it smells like... the toilet."

"Stinky...stinky...little sister, I don't want to eat!"

"Uh, why are you joining in this commotion? Go sit over there."

Tang Yue pressed Lin Hao, who was standing in front of her, onto a stool, and then pulled Murong Minglang, who was two zhang away, to the table.

However, Murong Minglang resisted desperately, but he was no match for Tang Yue's strength, and his resistance was destined to be futile.

"Don't move, sit down properly. Although its taste is a bit... well, it's really delicious. I guarantee you'll want to eat it again after the first time."

"Huh? But... can it really be eaten?" Murong Minglang was still skeptical and disgusted.

"Nonsense, do you think I'd eat shit?"

Murong Minglang: ...No, but he didn't think this could taste that good either.

"Okay, okay, if it weren't for how...how nice you are, I wouldn't have cooked for you myself, you know."

She placed the prepared sauce bowls in front of Murong Minglang and Lin Hao.

"This is the dipping sauce I prepared. You can dip all of these ingredients in this sauce. As for the snail rice noodles, I still recommend eating them plain. Of course, you can dip them in the sauce if you like. It depends on your taste. Okay, let's eat!"

After saying that, Tang Yue ignored the two people sitting opposite her, one big and one small, and picked out a large mouthful of snail rice noodles for herself, ladled some soup for herself, soaked half a fried egg, and started showing off her food.

Seeing that Tang Yue was eating so heartily, Lin Hao stopped resisting the pot that emitted a strange smell.

He followed Tang Yue's example and picked up a piece of food from his bowl, then tried putting a little in his mouth.

His eyes lit up immediately: "Wow, this is delicious!"

"Right? I told you it was delicious!"

"Really?" Murong Minglang looked at the two guys who seemed to be putting on a show with a complicated expression.

"Of course, don't look at us like we've eaten something weird. You'll know once you try it yourself."

Murong Minglang looked at the fierce-looking Tang Yue and felt a little embarrassed: "Okay."

"Then I'll reluctantly give it a try."

Murong Minglang pursed his lips, picked up his chopsticks, and slowly picked up a strand of rice noodles, placing it in his bowl.

Tang Yue couldn't stand his bashful manner any longer, so she took his bowl and shoved a big mouthful of food into his mouth.

"Come on, eat! Eat big mouthfuls, just like him!"

"...Can I...can I try just a little bit first?" Murong Minglang asked timidly, shrinking his neck.

"What do you say?"

"Uh, okay, I'll eat it."

Anyway, it just smelled a little strange, so... I just held my breath and took a bite. After all, he's the older brother.

Sigh, being the eldest brother is really tough!

He stared at the strange-smelling noodles in the bowl with a look of grim determination, then glanced at Tang Yue, who was "full of anticipation," hardened his heart, took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes to stuff a large mouthful into his mouth.

Then it begins to chew like a robot.

As I chewed, something felt off.

"yeah?"

The taste seems... different from what it smelled like!

"How is it? Is it alright?" Tang Yue asked Murong Minglang as she slurped up her noodles.

"Cough, it's...it's alright."

"That's good. Now, can we eat properly?"

"Yes, yes," it really tastes better and better, Tang Xiaodi was absolutely right.

Tang Yue hadn't eaten snail rice noodles in a long time, so she ate a lot of them tonight. As for Lin Hao, he ate a lot of each kind, like a forest sweeper, leaving nothing behind after one bite.

Murong Minglang was eating quite elegantly, after all, he was educated, but seeing Lin Hao eating so heartily, he felt a great sense of urgency and sped up his eating.

"By the way, who is Xiao Tang?"

“Oh, my… my brother,” Tang Yue replied, her eyes darting around, but because her head was down, Murong Minglang didn’t notice.

"Your brother?"

"Didn't you say you were an orphan?"

"Yes, he's the older brother I just recognized. Didn't you hear him call me...brother?"

"Little sister, drink... water."

Tang Yue was embarrassed: ...You really know how to sabotage things.

"Hey, give me the cup, I'll pour you some."

"it is good."

Tang Yue poured Lin Hao a glass of water with a dark expression, then turned to look at Murong Minglang.

"Do you want it?"

"want."

"Okay, give me the cup."

“Oh,” Murong Minglang handed the water glass to Tang Yue as a matter of course, then asked curiously, “But why did he call you sister?”

"...You've been eating for so long, haven't you noticed him...?" Are you out of your mind?

When Murong Minglang saw Tang Yue pointing at Lin Hao's head, he understood what she meant.

But are people really so foolish as to not distinguish between men and women?

Even children should know the difference between boys and girls, right?

Thinking about it this way, what exactly is his purpose?

Thinking of this, he slowed down his eating.

"Hey, big guy, look at me, am I a man or a woman?"

"Hmm?" Lin Hao looked at Murong Minglang in confusion, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, making Murong Minglang's mood fluctuate.

Damn it, is he going to tell me or not? Is he playing a trick on me?