What a Divine Little Treasure

"Is there truly no adult in your home?" Leng Rongrong asked, glancing around and noting the absence of any other presence in the house. "Auntie has a few matters to discuss with your family's elder."

"There are no guardians here, Auntie Rongrong. You can discuss anything with me," replied Mo Nanyu.

Mo Nanyu invited Leng Rongrong to sit on the sofa, then dashed away for a moment, returning with a plate of fruits and some drinks.

Feeling quite hungry, Leng Rongrong graciously accepted the offerings.

As she enjoyed the refreshments, Leng Rongrong inquired, "Do you have any ready-made food? Auntie would like to purchase some items from you. There are no stores nearby, so I must rely on you."

"No need to buy anything," Mo Nanyu replied seriously. "Auntie—Rongrong, what would you like to eat? I'll make it for you!"

Despite being only five or six years old, the little one spoke clearly and displayed remarkable maturity.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Leng Rongrong thought it inappropriate for a little one to prepare food for her.

"Do you have any ingredients at home? If not, may I borrow your kitchen and a few supplies? I can return them later; my home is just a short distance away, only about ten minutes," Leng Rongrong asked.

"Yes," Mo Nanyu said, leading Leng Rongrong to the kitchen.

In the spacious kitchen, everything was spotless and free of grease, as if no one had ever used it.

To one side was a gigantic refrigerator, set into the wall.

Leng Rongrong opened the fridge and rummaged through its contents, discovering an abundance of fresh ingredients. She selected some ribs, eggs, and tomatoes, intending to stir-fry a few dishes to take to her charming but injured husband and his assistant.

The little one even retrieved some rice to help Leng Rongrong prepare a meal.

Leng Rongrong washed the rice, set it to cook, and tidied the vegetables, preparing to cook.

Mo Nanyu pulled up a small stool, resting his chin in his hands as he watched Leng Rongrong with deep admiration in his eyes.

Mother, Yu'er has finally found you!

I will always protect you, Mother!

"Auntie Rongrong, how about I help you cook?" the little one asked after a moment.

"It's alright, Auntie can manage!" Leng Rongrong thought that the little darling surely wouldn't know how to cook, so it was better if she handled it herself. However, to be honest, although she excelled in various skills such as music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, as well as in traditional medicine, she seemed to have never learned how to cook…

Her three remarkable godfathers and one extraordinary godmother had taught her everything, except for cooking…

Usually, she simply enjoyed meals after playing enough, never having to cook for herself.

However, Leng Rongrong felt that even though she had never cooked, she had seen enough to understand the process. She thought it should be straightforward, so she proceeded with cutting the vegetables, heating the oil, and stir-frying.

Yet, chopping vegetables proved to be a bit of a hassle.

Staring at the tomato, Leng Rongrong felt uncertain about how to handle it.

After contemplating for a while, she sliced the tomato into two halves, thinking that should suffice.

Meanwhile, Mo Nanyu observed Leng Rongrong and said, "…Let me do it."

"Ah?" Before Leng Rongrong could respond, Mo Nanyu urged her to put down the knife and gently pushed her onto the stool he had used.

Then, he brought over another small stool, stood on it, and began chopping the vegetables himself.

The knife danced in Mo Nanyu's hands; his chubby little hand, gripping the knife, would have seemed dangerous, yet he wielded it with remarkable skill, akin to a chef from a five-star hotel, dazzling anyone watching with his expertise.

When he finished, the ingredients lay quietly arranged on a plate.

All the dishes were prepared.

Leng Rongrong:!!!

What just happened?

That surely wasn't conjured out of thin air? The little one actually did that?

She was utterly outdone by a mere child?

Rubbing her eyes, Leng Rongrong watched as Mo Nanyu lit the stove and began to stir-fry.

The sizzling sounds filled the kitchen, accompanied by the delightful aroma of the dishes wafting through the air.

Once again, Leng Rongrong was taken aback.

Such a young child, and he could cook?

What kind of divine child was this, chopping vegetables so expertly and stir-frying with such finesse?

Typically, children of this age could barely hold a knife, let alone cook.

In her astonishment, Leng Rongrong witnessed Mo Nanyu skillfully finishing the dishes: sweet and sour ribs, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried lettuce in oyster sauce, accompanied by a bowl of soup.

"All done!" Mo Nanyu exclaimed as he hopped off the stool.

Leng Rongrong rushed over to inspect the dishes, secretly snatching a piece of sweet and sour rib and taking a bite. Her eyes lit up.

This flavor surpassed even that of her grandfather's cooking!

Heavens, what an extraordinary child!

"Mo Nanyu, how are you so skilled? Is your father a chef?" Leng Rongrong wondered aloud, feeling that there had to be some explanation for how the little one could create such delicious food—especially since everything he made looked so professionally done, with flavors that were simply impeccable.

"Nope," Mo Nanyu shook his head, "My father is a great demon king."

Leng Rongrong:??? 

Great demon king? 

Uh… Perhaps that's just a child's affectionate nickname for his father.

After borrowing a few containers from Mo Nanyu, Leng Rongrong packed the food and bid him farewell, taking the dishes back with her.

Worried that Mo Linyuan and Tang Luo might be hungry, she decided not to eat first but to bring the food to share with them.

Upon returning to the villa, the people from the Mo family had not yet arrived.

Leng Rongrong was not in a hurry; the Mo family had a bit of distance to cover. Even if they sent a cleaning service to help, it wouldn't be that efficient, so she still had to wait.

"Madam, you're back," Tang Luo greeted Leng Rongrong. "You—"

Before Tang Luo could finish, Mo Linyuan caught sight of the food in Leng Rongrong's hands and interrupted, "Did you find something to eat?"

"Yes, I borrowed some ingredients from the nearby villa," Leng Rongrong replied. "Let's eat together."

She laid the ingredients out on the table in the living room.

The three of them began to enjoy the meal.

"Madam, did you make this?" Tang Luo's eyes lit up as he savored the food. "It's delicious!"

"I'm afraid not; I didn't make it." Leng Rongrong nearly choked on a bite, coughing a couple of times. Mo Linyuan, sitting beside her, patted her back. "Cough, it was the little master from the villa who helped me prepare it."

"That little master certainly has exceptional culinary skills," Tang Luo remarked, devouring several pieces of sweet and sour ribs and finding them increasingly delectable. 

(The End of this Chapter)