Qian Renxue nodded, finally understanding. According to Qin Feng, the food was delicious not because of his cooking skills but due to the exceptional quality of the ingredients. This made her feel a bit better.
No wonder, she thought. How could a tiger's cooking be that good, rivaling human chefs? If a tiger could cook so well while she, a human genius, was a culinary disaster, she'd be mortified.
After downing the orange juice, Qian Renxue felt her already stuffed stomach grow even fuller. She slumped lazily in her chair, cradling her bloated belly, barely able to move.
Qin Feng glanced at her, not expecting the pampered girl to help with the dishes. Silently, he cleared the table and took the plates to the kitchen to wash.
As Qin Feng's figure disappeared, Qian Renxue surveyed the palace. It was truly extravagant. How does a tiger have such a lavish palace? White jade pillars were carved with lifelike dragons and phoenixes, the dragons seeming to coil around them. The courtyard bloomed with cherry blossoms, and the pond was perfect for fishing. Beyond, there was a tea garden, a vineyard for winemaking, a vegetable garden, a grain field, and an immortal herb garden. This place was a hidden paradise for indulgence.
If I ever beat Qin Feng, I'll take him down and claim this Peach Blossom Haven for myself, she schemed. But the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger was absurdly powerful—her grandfather might not even be his match. Defeating him would be no small feat.
Still, she clenched her fists, her gaze resolute. I'll work hard to get stronger! As long as she followed her grandfather's plan, inherited the Angel God position, and passed the Nine Trials of the Angel to ascend to godhood at level 100, she'd easily handle this evil tiger.
The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger was notorious for its malevolence, so Qian Renxue felt no guilt about plotting against him. Besides…
Her gaze drifted toward the kitchen, where Qin Feng was busy. Confusion flickered in her big, watery eyes. The tiger hadn't killed her because she claimed she could serve him with her many skills. But now, who was serving whom? The roles had completely flipped!
Forget it, thinking hurts my brain! Full and satisfied, she decided the best thing to do after eating was rest—aka sleep. Qian Renxue closed her eyes.
"Eat and sleep? What are you, a pig?" Qin Feng's disdainful voice jolted her just as she began to doze.
Startled, Qian Renxue's eyes snapped open, and she instinctively tried to spring from her chair. But halfway up, her bloated belly forced her back down, her waist bending like a crescent moon. Can't move. Not at all!
She looked up at Qin Feng, who had not only washed the dishes but also cleaned himself up, looking fresh and refined, as if he hadn't just been slaving away in the kitchen. Not a hint of cooking lingered on him.
Qin Feng glanced at her, pulled a colorful book from his soul-tool storage ring, and tossed it onto her chest. The thick, hard book landed with a thud, stinging a little.
Qian Renxue inwardly cursed him. So crude! How could he treat a delicate girl like this? No wonder he's a 100,000-year-old single tiger while others have mates and offspring galore.
Grumbling aside, she curiously picked up the book and flipped it open. One glance at the cover, and she froze, as shocked as if she'd woken up drunk beside a stranger, throat dry and clothes gone.
Double-checking the back cover, she confirmed it: a cookbook. Qin Feng expected her to learn cooking from it to serve him.
What a joke! She was the cherished heiress of the Martial Soul Hall, her father's treasure. Why would she learn to cook to please a tiger? Without a second thought, she slammed the book shut and tossed it aside.
But just as it left her hand, she grabbed it back. When you're under someone's roof, you bow your head. She was no longer her father's pampered princess but the tiger's ward. He spared her because she claimed to be useful. If he realized she was a spoiled heiress with no skills and a bad attitude, she might not see tomorrow's sun.
Reluctantly, Qian Renxue opened the cookbook and began studying it earnestly. While the tiger was full and not inclined to eat her, she had to master this book, gain a skill, and secure her survival. This cookbook might be her only lifeline.
With that thought, her motivation surged. A genius learns fast, and Qian Renxue quickly memorized techniques like adding three spoons of sugar for sweet-and-sour ribs or using large potatoes for the best "Heavenly Silkworm Potato" dish.
Seeing her engrossed in the book, Qin Feng felt pleased. I didn't misjudge her. Her love for food surely meant a passion for cooking. The cookbook was in the right hands. I wonder if her talent will let her master it in a week. A week to learn a cookbook was challenging, but even a few dishes would be enough. He wasn't too demanding.
Of course, Qin Feng had his own motives for giving her the book. First, cooking was just a hobby—he didn't want to be stuck in the kitchen daily because he'd taken in a human girl. Second, he wanted her to become an exceptional chef, surpassing all others. That way, no male protagonist could woo her with a skewer of barbecue or a bowl of noodles. Qin Feng wasn't about to let his carefully raised "cabbage" be snatched by some "pig."