Quick Transmigration: The Yandere Villain is Extremely Difficult to Mess With

Fortunately, she had good balance and managed to regain her footing in time.

He frowned and looked to the side.

Several bright red blobs appeared before her eyes.

Looking upwards along the color, there was a middle-aged woman who wasn't much taller than her, but was considerably wider.

They were old acquaintances of the original owner.

Chu Yunyun's mother, Guo Peilan.

Guo Peilan and a few of her friends heard that a new restaurant had opened here and that the food was delicious, so they came to try it out.

They were chatting and laughing without noticing someone on the steps.

She was about to apologize when she glanced down and saw He Suining, a junior she didn't like.

She immediately swallowed back the words "I'm sorry".

With her plump lips painted bright red, she pursed them and a fake smile bloomed on her face. "Isn't this our Ningning? Ningning is here to eat too, what a coincidence! Come to Auntie's house for dinner next time, it's been so long, Auntie has missed you."

Before He Suining could say anything.

She immediately set a time: "Are you free on the first of next month? Auntie will cook for you personally. Remember to come."

The girl behind her paused for a moment, then kindly reminded her, "Perlan, have you forgotten? Isn't the 1st of next month the day Yunyun is going to participate in the math thinking challenge?"

Guo Peilan clapped her hands in sudden realization.

The flesh on his large body trembled twice. "Oh dear, look at my memory. Ningning, our Yunyun has so many outstanding qualities. I remember one thing and forget another. Ningning and our Yunyun are so close, she definitely won't mind."

She chuckled and used her fleshy fingers to stroke the red dress that accentuated her curves. "Ningning, my darling, let Auntie go in first. This dress cost me seventy or eighty thousand yuan, and I don't want it to get scratched."

Guo Peilan smiled, then suddenly thought of something and looked at her sarcastically, "But our Ningning is the daughter of the richest man in Shanghai. Even if she really breaks it, I reckon she can afford to pay for it."

He rattled off a whole bunch of things to himself.

She then swayed her body and led her girlfriends into the Peace Hotel first.

Zhou Yunqi had already run over and heard the second half of the story.

However, he also knew that Chu's parents had never liked He Suining.

He was even angrier than He Suining. "What kind of person is he! Just because your parents are nice and you don't want to argue with them, he actually comes up to you and talks sarcastic and mean. Bah!"

He Suining is really not angry.

She stepped onto the third step and entered the restaurant with Zhou Yunqi, then comforted him, saying, "Their family are all hypocritical people, why bother getting angry?"

You angered yourself, but pleased others.

Let her talk nonsense if she wants.

With the help of the waiter, they sat down.

We ordered some dishes.

"I heard a new chef came here, and the food is really good, so it's only recently become quite famous." Zhou Yunqi also found some information about it online.

He chatted casually with He Suining, and when he looked up, he saw her fiddling with her phone, then setting it up on a stand.

The camera was pointed at the table where Guo Peilan and her group were sitting.

Done.

He Suining nodded in response, "Yes, I also heard that the food here is very good, so I came to try it."

It's more than just good.

In the story, Qin Zhili is the chef of this restaurant. He is actually a person who loves to study food. In his few confessions and memories, his childhood dream was to become a gourmet.

Unfortunately, reality is harsh; dreams can't put food on the table.

However, he still managed to become the chef here despite not meeting the usual requirements, thanks to his excellent culinary skills.

The kitchen was bustling with activity at that moment.

The kitchen was filled with middle-aged people, and Qin Zhili's slightly immature face stood out in the back kitchen.

He stood guard in front of a large pot, inside which something was stewing.

He was holding his phone and taking notes.

The sound of several people chatting came from behind. It wasn't loud or quiet, nor was it deliberately amplified, but they weren't trying to hide it either. "Look, that kid is studying the dishes again."

"That's how it is when you're young and haven't experienced the harsh realities of life. You think you're something special. Have you forgotten how he accidentally ruined a pot of soup while researching and got scolded and had his salary docked by the manager?"

"If you're only making a few thousand yuan a month, and you're always thinking about things that should be done for tens of thousands of yuan, then you deserve to have your salary docked."

"If it were that easy to improve the menu, what would be the point of having us veteran chefs?"

Qin Zhili savored the flavor carefully.

He ignored the whispers and gossip behind his back.

He came here to work as a chef not only because of the several thousand yuan salary, but also because the manager promised him that he could research the dishes for free, provided it didn't affect the quality of the food.

In the orphanage, he couldn't possibly waste the supplies donated by others to research food.

There's nowhere else like it; this is the only place that offers it.

So he didn't care about the mocking voices. In his world, all he heard were either mockery or curses.

After hearing it so many times, you get used to it.

The Peace Hotel was already quite crowded in the evening. He Suining's table had made a reservation in advance, and the food was served quickly.

She ordered squirrel fish.

I picked up a piece with my chopsticks and put it in my mouth. It was soft, tender, and bouncy without any fishy taste; instead, it exuded an enticing aroma. The texture was juicy and flavorful, with a sweet and sour taste that filled my mouth.

good to eat.

Her eyes lit up.

Then she picked up some other dishes.

Not bad.

Even Zhou Yunqi across from them was eating with great relish.

"Randomness." He Suining ate while communicating with the junk in her mind, "What is Qin Zhili's happiness level now?"

"[I'm not called Trash...]" Trash weakly retorted, but quickly glanced at the stats: "[...-50, Host, you have a long way to go.]"

"It's nothing." She was quite optimistic. When she saw the dessert she ordered arrive, her eyes crinkled with laughter. "The more difficult the task, the more accomplished I feel."

She was almost intoxicated when she took her first bite of the strawberry cake.

The light cream is delicate and soft, and the cocoa powder sprinkled on top of the cake is slightly bitter, but it tastes sweet when paired with strawberries.

It's so engaging and layered that you just can't stop eating it.

He Suining likes to eat sweets, but not too sweet ones.

Her picky eating habits made life extremely difficult on Blue Star, a planet where nutrient solutions were the staple food.

As a war god, his every move is closely watched.

She didn't want others to know that deep down she was actually a little girl who loved sweets, and she suppressed it bitterly.

So much so that it has become a habit now.

She clearly loved it, but when Zhou Yunqi looked over, she remained quite calm, as if she had just taken a bite of an ordinary cake.

It was so delicious.

He Suining took out sticky notes and a small red pen from her bag and wrote something under Zhou Yunqi's questioning gaze.

"Random." A wicked thought suddenly popped into her head. "What if I used my fighting skills to knock the villain unconscious, lock him in a dark room, and make him bake desserts for me for the rest of his life?"

The ragged figure knew she was joking, but still answered seriously, "[Host, you are a righteous hero, a war god protecting the planet, you can't go astray on Earth.]"

He Suining listened to its words.

His eyes suddenly dimmed. "Broken thing, you overestimate me. I went to the battlefield for the Queen. My personal motive from the beginning was simply to protect her."

She called over a waiter.

He handed over the sticky note, saying, "Could you please go to the chef in your kitchen who's preparing this meal?"

The waiter looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry, miss. Our chefs probably don't add people on WeChat, so..."

She smiled and shook her head nonchalantly, "It's okay, give it to him first. If he doesn't want it, I won't make things difficult for you."

I casually took a 100-yuan tip from my bag and handed it to him, saying, "Tip."

The waiter's eyes lit up; who would turn down money? "Okay, please wait a moment."