Chapter 39
Pan Ze and a group of his junior lackeys were hiding on the second floor of Cafeteria No. 10. He knew that many other wealthy students were also secretly watching the scene below, just like them.
Holding a pair of binoculars, Pan Ze exclaimed in a low voice, “Holy crap, that little pervert really has a death wish!”
In the lens, a lop-eared rabbit with explosive fluff was holding a small crumb of meatball in its two tiny paws, ultimately deciding to make a choice that defied its species—
It opened its mouth and took a bite.
That single bite shocked Pan Ze and his crew to their cores!
“Ze Ge, didn’t we tell the lop-eared rabbit to hide the food and bring it back to us? That specially-enrolled student isn’t playing by the rules!” a giraffe lackey next to him said angrily.
He really wanted to stretch his long neck down there and snatch the food.
They had picked and chosen, finally settling on Xiao Tu as their spy for a reason.
Xiao Tu was a lop-eared rabbit, and lop-eared rabbits were strict herbivores. Eating meat in beast form could pose serious health risks—it could literally kill a rabbit.
And yet???
How the hell was that guy eating down there?!
Don’t they say lop-eared rabbits are incredibly timid? Pan Ze felt that this Xiao Tu was actually quite bold.
While Pan Ze and the others were still marveling, a hand suddenly reached out, scooping up the bewildered and nervous lop-eared rabbit into its palm. A small slice of carrot was placed right next to Xiao Tu’s mouth.
Xiao Tu looked up to see Yan He smiling at him. “Baby rabbits love carrots.”
Xiao Tu held the carrot slice as the other animals turned to look.
There was no shortage of good-looking students at Bestia. Yan He’s looks weren’t bad—in fact, they were top-tier—but there were always alternatives for a pretty face.
But at that moment, they seemed to see a particularly holy light shining on Yan He.
Whoa—!
After that night, a specific term appeared with extremely high frequency on the academy’s anonymous forum—”Human Catnip.”
And everyone at Bestia knew who that referred to.
The temperature dropped again. After helping Bai Yuzhou feed the stray animals last night, Yan He had also given a half-hour exclusive interview, fully acting as the protagonist shou‘s mouthpiece. He had talked eloquently then, but this morning he felt tired and just wanted to curl up in bed and not move.
In his daze, Yan He heard Bai Yuzhou say that President Wu needed him for something and he was leaving first. Half-asleep, he heard urgent knocking on the apartment door.
Yan He opened the door with sleepy eyes, only to see several exceptionally tall bodyguards standing there like pillars. “Student Yan, our Young Master Ling invites you to come with us.”
Bro, it’s not even fully light yet!
Yan He refused without thinking. The lead bodyguard’s face darkened, and he immediately waved his hand, signaling the other bodyguards to grab Yan He.
“What are you doing? Kidnapping? No, seriously, at least let me change out of my pajamas, big brothers!”
The bodyguard answered flawlessly, “We’ll bring you a uniform later.”
Yan He protested loudly as he was decisively stuffed into a luxury car downstairs, still wearing his long husky pajamas, and driven away.
As soon as Yan He left, Xiao Tu, who had been hiding in the shadows, immediately notified Bai Yuzhou and even started a thread directly on the academy forum.
Within half an hour, it became the hot topic of the day.
Stuffed into the car, Yan He looked out the window and saw a private jet landing at the Bestia Academy airport in the distance.
Looking at the tense faces of the bodyguards, Yan He felt anxious. That Ling Ye had tried to join the F4 and been rejected; was he planning to use an F4 lackey as an example to show Yun Xiao, He Ting, and the others who was boss?
As expected, when push came to shove, it was always the lackey who took the fall.
The higher up the mountain they went, the more desolate the scenery outside the window became. When they arrived in front of the exchange student villa, Yan He saw white everywhere. Stepping onto the fluffy layer of snow in his slippers sent a chill straight to his heart.
It was actually snowing on the mountain!
Snow leopards lived in high mountains and feared the heat, so Ling Ye had arranged for artificial snow last night.
“Go in, hurry up, don’t just stand there!” A bodyguard gently pushed Yan He’s back.
The large doors opened from the inside out. The interior was a minimalist black and white, the high-quality decor exuding a scent of understated wealth.
Ling Ye stood under a warm light with his back to Yan He. His thin back was as straight as a solitary pine on a high mountain, naturally proud.
Yan He’s mind was filled with thoughts of doom. He hadn’t treated this Snow Leopard Brother badly, right? Should he kowtow as soon as he went in?
It wouldn’t hurt to be submissive.
Just as Yan He was about to kneel, urgent footsteps came from behind him. Dozens of blond, blue-eyed foreign men pushed in thermal boxes designed for extreme freshness preservation.
“Young Master, the various rare ingredients you requested have been air-freighted to your school. Please inspect them.”
Right in front of Yan He, the lead staff member opened a box. Inside lay a bluefin tuna weighing three hundred catties (approx. 150 kg), so fresh it looked like it had just been pulled from the sea!
Yan He’s eyes widened instantly. This thing was the Rolls-Royce of fish; a single one could sell for twenty million.
The other thermal boxes were opened one after another—black truffles, sturgeon caviar, gooseneck barnacles, Japanese Wagyu beef…
Yan He didn’t even recognize some of them.
Yan He counted. There were dozens of different top-tier ingredients from all over the world, gathered in one place at the same time. Just the ingredients in front of him probably cost nearly a hundred million.
Yan He: What’s this? Showing off in front of me?
Yan He was crying tears of wide noodles inside. These damn capitalists of this world—were their mouths made of gold? Just eating a meal cost hundreds of millions in ingredients alone, not counting labor costs.
He didn’t know which way he should sleep tonight to even dream of this scene. He wouldn’t dare dream it.
Ling Ye turned his head and scanned the room calmly. His condescending gaze fixed on Yan He as he opened his mouth:
“I’m giving you a chance to prove yourself. Use these to make cat food for me, and eat with me while you’re at it.”
Yan He: ?????
What? Are you kidding?
Capturing him wasn’t to spite the F4, but to make him cook cat food?
Yan He pointed at himself. “Huh? Me?”
Did the plot get mixed up? In the original novel, the person who won the F4’s favor with superb culinary skills was clearly Bai Yuzhou.
Yan He stared at Ling Ye’s sunken, handsome face and saw that this Young Master from Europe was completely serious.
“Young Master Yan, please hurry up and cook. Our Young Master hasn’t eaten in days.” The head bodyguard pushed the bewildered Yan He quickly toward the kitchen.
In the past, when Ling Ye really couldn’t hold on, he would agree to go to the hospital for IV drips to sustain his life. But ever since eating the meatball leftovers, it was like he’d been bewitched—he refused the IVs.
Yan He was still reeling from being called “Young Master Yan” when he was shoved into the enormous Chinese-Western kitchen.
Ling Ye followed behind. Looking at the international chefs in their uniforms, he said, “You cook. They can all be your assistants.”
Yan He stared at the head chef. He looked familiar; Yan He had seen him online recently being named the annual International Chef Champion.
Yan He’s face scrunched up. He pointed at himself, then at the row of chefs whose knife skills alone could crush him. “They… are helping me cook?”
The head chef didn’t show any of the side-eye disdain typical of villains in short dramas. Instead, he smiled as if relieved. “We are at Young Master Yan’s disposal. We hope the Young Master can eat soon.”
These chefs couldn’t get Ling Ye to eat a single bite, but he could?
In that moment, Yan He’s mind was filled with—
The Nine-Headed Worm coldly ordering Benbo’erba: “Go and eliminate Tang Sanzang and his disciples!”
Damn, how much am I getting paid to boss around international chefs? I’m not getting paid at all!
Yan He didn’t dare offend Ling Ye, so he braced himself and said, “Young Master Ling, there are too many ingredients. I can’t finish cooking them alone, and it would be a waste.”
Ling Ye said casually, “I like eating fresh food. Any leftover ingredients are yours.”
Yan He’s breath hitched. “!!!”
Isn’t it just making cat food? I’ll do it!
Yan He charged into the kitchen with high spirits, ordering those internationally renowned chefs around as assistants.
“Young Master Ling, what do you want to eat?”
Ling Ye said, “Anything is fine.”
But he wasn’t fine with just anything.
Yan He could cook, but only simple dishes. He really didn’t know how to handle these high-end ingredients.
Yan He thought for a moment or two, then got busy in the kitchen.
A bodyguard frowned as he watched from the side, staring at Yan He gripping a kitchen knife with both hands and chopping away—chop chop chop.
Precious tuna meat mixed with unknown vegetables… the presentation was terrible.
Aside from “waste of natural resources,” he couldn’t find a second phrase to describe it.
The bodyguard whispered to the head bodyguard, “Boss, it looks like… he’s making pig slop.”
The head bodyguard glared back at him. “Even if it’s pig slop, if the Young Master eats it, it’s fine.”
Ling Ye was waiting at the dining table. Hearing the report from the kitchen, he laughed and said, “Let him do whatever he wants.”
Yan He rolled out the dough himself, planning to make dumplings with various fillings. He could freeze them in the refrigerator, so Ling Ye could cook them whenever he was hungry.
The key was that he couldn’t force down those meat-rice balls when he wasn’t there to accompany him.
Yan He was, after all, a lackey for two of the F4; he knew what kind of quirks Snow Leopard Bro had.
Yan He thought for a moment, then walked over to a bodyguard nearby while still wearing his husky pajamas. The bodyguard was holding his uniform jacket and arranging for someone to iron it.
Yan He took the nameplate off his uniform and handed it to a chef to disinfect. Then he returned to the huge kitchen island to continue wrapping dumplings.
There were tuna fillings, and lamb fillings that snow leopards loved.
In the large, expensive steamers behind him, unappealing-looking cat food balls were steaming. Yan He’s hands never stopped moving.
Ling Ye smelled the aroma. It was a scent that made his mouth water, and his perpetually hungry stomach growled.
I want to eat. Having suffered from anorexia for so long, this was the first time he wanted to eat a meal so badly.
Outside the window, the morning light slanted in, reflecting brightly off the snow. Ling Ye didn’t even care about the faint sound of footsteps crunching on the snow outside, leaving a row of messy footprints.
“Young Master Ling, breakfast is ready.”
Yan He took off his apron and walked over. The bodyguards behind him carried steaming food, mostly plates of dumplings.
There were pan-fried dumplings, boiled dumplings, steamed dumplings, and a plate of cat food balls. Beside them sat a glass of pure white milk Yan He had poured himself.
Yan He didn’t dare open his eyes, hoping what was in front of him was an illusion.
He had turned nearly a hundred million worth of top-tier ingredients into this. Anyone who praised it was blind.
Seeing Ling Ye staring straight at the dumplings, Yan He braced himself and said, “Young Master Ling, I told you I’m not a great chef…”
Ling Ye looked disappointed. “Is this all?”
Yan He was stunned. The surrounding bodyguards were also stunned.
This is just “a little”? There are fifty dumplings in total, plus several cat food balls the size of an adult fist mashed into paste.
Is he quitting being a snow leopard to become a pig?
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