The pages rustled as slender fingertips glided across the surface. Soon, they turned to the next page. The bright light shone upon the pages, reflecting a dazzling white glare.

The sound of a book closing "snap" can be heard, revealing the book title that occupies a large portion of the cover - "180 Homemade Dishes".

Gu Yan carefully pondered what to eat tonight.

Aunt Jiang, who works as a nanny, got hit by an electric scooter while walking on the street today. As a result, she twisted her waist and won't be able to come to their house to cook. Mr. Gu, who is used to being catered to, now has to fend for himself.

Although there is a delivery service available, Young Master Gu seldom feels inspired to try his hand at cooking. Without even glancing at the food delivery app, he instead rummaged through his old collection of "180 Homestyle Recipes."

Just cooking, simple.

The top student, Gu Yan, picked up the spatula with great confidence.

Half an hour later, Uncle Hu, the neighbor, heard a loud commotion coming from next door, as pots, pans, and dishes were falling to the ground with a clatter. Startled, his chopsticks "snap" dropped onto the floor while he was having his meal. Coincidentally, his wife noticed it and immediately grabbed his ear, delivering a stern critique.

Uncle Hu was grumbling incessantly, silently complaining in his heart about what on earth the people next door were up to.

Just cooking a meal, it's like demolishing a house. It's probably because the young couple had a fight and threw things around, causing bowls and plates to be knocked over.

Oh, young people these days, they just don't understand how to empathize and be considerate towards each other. Look at him and his wife, they live in harmony...

Uncle Hu touched his involuntarily red ears, feeling a bit guilty.

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Looking at the messy kitchen, Gu Yan began to doubt his life choices.

He pulled out his mobile phone, boldly snapping a few pictures of the "crime scene," and sent them to his QQ Space.

"The so-called kitchen killer?"

The dynamic message has been refreshed.

Liao Nan: ?

Immediately after, Liao Nan sent him a private message, and it was filled with a barrage of mockery.

Liao Nan: You aren't just a kitchen killer, you're the kitchen annihilator.

Liao Nan: Do you know what you're like right now? You're like the villain in SpongeBob SquarePants, but unlike him, you can't make anything delicious even with a recipe.

Liao Nan: Will eating this thing kill people?

Liao Nan: Can't even cook a proper meal, you're just too stupid.

"Liao Nan: If I could, I really want to show you what real skill is all about."

As if realizing something, Liao Nan swiftly withdrew.

Unfortunately, the protagonist has already been discovered.

[Gu Yan]: Come.

[Gu Yan]: [Location identification].

[Liao Nan]: ......

[Gu Yan]: A person without integrity cannot stand in this world.

Liao Nan: ...Go die.

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Liao Nan threw his phone onto the bed and immediately buried himself in the cozy blanket. He breathed in the distinct fragrance of the covers, which somewhat calmed his earlier restlessness caused by his father's words.

Being marked by someone, is it really so unbearable in the eyes of that man?

Yes, this is very embarrassing.

Liao Nan touched the still not fully healed bite mark on the back of his neck, feeling anger towards others and anger towards himself.

I never want to experience that feeling of powerlessness ever again in my life.

But he is an Omega...

Yeah, he's an Omega.

Now, this Omega is going to the home of an Alpha alone to cook for him.

Just thinking about it feels strange.

However, this Alpha had once helped him, and he had also understood...

Gu Yan, this person, is truly a capital "unconventional".

Studying effortlessly to firmly occupy the top position in the grade as the study god, but privately being an absolute rookie who knows nothing about cooking.

In a certain sense, he's also an impressive figure.

So stupid.