Everything I bought on online shopping platforms was genuine.

Although he was not a civil servant, Lin Mo admitted that he panicked for a moment.

There's no way around it; when faced with this kind of playing style from the older generation, any Chinese person will instinctively try to defend themselves, even if they are just an ordinary citizen.

But upon closer reflection, I realize that I am one of the people. How can I be considered to be standing against the people? If anyone is standing, it is some people who are standing against him.

"Stop messing around, you scared me. Let's talk this out. Don't try to morally blackmail me. I have no morals!" Lin Mo said, sitting back down on the sofa.

He had just finished sweating and expelling the dampness, and his whole body felt sluggish. He didn't want to move at all, and he tried to avoid being exposed to the wind, let alone going out.

He needs to rest for at least two hours until he recovers.

Upon hearing this, both Chuanmei and Director Wang looked at Miss Yuan, their eyes conveying the unmistakable message: 'See? I told you this girl has no morals!'

Miss Yuan rolled her eyes, changed her shoes, and walked in. Seeing Lin Mo sprawled on the sofa like he had no bones, his forehead slightly sweaty and his face flushed, she thought for a moment, then suddenly widened her eyes, jumped over, pointed at him, and said, "You directed it?"

Lin Mo was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then suddenly sprang up from the sofa and shouted, "I didn't! Are you crazy?!"

What kind of outrageous words are these? Besides, he has a girlfriend. Is he looking down on him or on Liu Ruyan's looks?

If you said this to a girl from Sichuan, she would definitely agree, after all, this guy is a Warring States period artifact manufacturing machine. But he is a modern young man, a flower of the motherland, a rising sun. Saying that he does such a thing is pure slander.

"I was just saying it offhand, why are you getting so worked up! Besides, with your weak and listless appearance, sweat on your forehead, and a flushed face, it's hard for me not to think that way!" Miss Yuan said confidently.

Lin Mo was furious: "I...I just took a shower, the water was too hot and I was sweating, this won't do!"

"Hey, you should have said so earlier. The way you're enjoying yourself makes me think you've been up to no good at home," Miss Yuan said, picking up an apple from the coffee table and taking a bite.

At this moment, the squad leader and others also changed their shoes and came in. They didn't stand on ceremony; some drank water, and others sat down, all very comfortable.

"Alright, tell me, what are you guys up to this time? Let me make this clear first, I just worked up a sweat, so there's no point in talking outside. I'm resting today!" Lin Mo said lazily.

He's starting to get scared of this group of people; they just can't seem to find peace anywhere.

He thought he could have some peace and quiet for a couple of days after going home for the New Year, but Liu Ruyan arrived a few days later, and then this whole group of people showed up at his house, almost putting on a show of their collective commotion.

Fortunately, Zhang Wei and Ms. Zhao Yun had something to do, and these two weren't the type to travel a long way to see him, otherwise his house would have been too small to accommodate so many people.

"Ahem, two things," Chuanmei quickly interjected, taking over the conversation. "First, this morning at Wang Chu's house, that bastard actually showed off that his girlfriend can cook and even mocked me for being single. Lao Mo, what do you think we should do about this according to our dorm rules?"

Lin Mo: "Castrate him!"

Sichuan Girl: "Ahem, it doesn't have to be that harsh, the class monitor is still here!"

Lin Mo: "Nonsense, there's no such rule in our dorm. What do you want me to say? Back then, Lao Zhao showed off his love a lot and mocked the three of us, but you didn't say anything, did you?"

This isn't the first time this Sichuan girl has been subjected to public displays of affection and ridicule. Shouldn't she have developed an immunity by now? Why is she so defensive?
“That’s different. Have you forgotten how the three of us pestered Lao Zhao to let his girlfriend introduce us to other girls?” Chuanmei said.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo shrugged and said, "So?"

"So, do you think I should also find a girlfriend who can cook? What do you think of me? I'm older, so I can take care of people, and I'm also intelligent. Wouldn't you be all set?" the Sichuan girl continued.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo glanced at the Sichuan girl with disdain and said uncertainly, "So you're planning to have Sister Ruyan introduce you to two rich women? I already said it was hopeless!"

The people Liu Ruyan knew who were her age, aside from her classmates, almost all came from well-off families. Someone like Chuan Mei was probably out of luck. Chuan Mei shook her head: "Forget about your girlfriend. I can't afford the rich women around her. But don't you have your cousin? How about she introduces me to a pretty one? Older, caring, and preferably a good cook, you know?"

Hearing this, Lin Mo nodded: "You're quite perceptive, kid. Finding a girlfriend, especially someone your own age, is mostly a thankless task. People like the class monitor and Director Wang are even rarer. You either date older women or younger women."

But you absolutely must understand what an older sister is and what a younger sister is!

Upon hearing this, the Sichuan girl's eyes lit up: "Please enlighten me!"

In response, Lin Mo smiled slightly: "I dare not presume to offer my advice. My girlfriend once told me that when dating, it's not enough to be older than you. An older sister should not only be older than you, but she also needs to be gentle, generous, confident, more valuable, and more capable than you. That's what makes her an older sister. If she's just older than you but not as good as you and you have to take care of her, that's not an older sister, that's an aunt."

As for you, I'm not sure now whether you're looking for a partner or a cook.

If you're saying you just want to find someone who can cook, I suggest you hire a housekeeper. And you're mistaken about one thing: not all older women can cook, and not all young girls can't cook.

"If you're looking for a pretty girl who can cook and also date you, believe it or not, I actually have an option. You can ask Sister Yuan to recommend a live-in cook platform to you. That's great—pretty and can cook! With your qualities, finding a girlfriend will be a breeze!"

Sichuan girl:.
"Alright, alright, Chuanmei, I'll recommend the platform to you later, you can choose it yourself." Miss Yuan kicked Chuanmei away, then sat down next to Lin Mo and continued, "The second thing, can you teach the class monitor how to cook?"

Lin Mo: ? ? ?
"Learn to cook? Are you sure?"

The class monitor nodded: "I really want to learn. Not only does cooking save money, but it's also more hygienic!"

"Oh dear, just tell me if it's okay or not!" Miss Yuan said anxiously.

Lin Mo: "That's possible, but I'm not sure how far you can learn it!"

Having been a professional chicken cook for thirty years is fine. As long as the knife skills, cooking time, and secret seasoning are up to standard, the taste will definitely not be bad. Simply put, it can be replicated.

But the Wednesday Food God is out of the question; that's more like a buff, and the taste can't be replicated.

"Really? That's great! Thank you so much. If I'm free on Wednesdays, I'll come help out at your shop," the class monitor suggested.

You know, if a chef like Lin Mo wanted to take on apprentices, not many people would be willing to come and help him.

If I could really learn even a fraction of the true skills, I could run a restaurant on my own, and making money would be a piece of cake.

Even if she didn't open a restaurant, she would still be a top chef sought after by major restaurants, and her salary would definitely be high. It wouldn't be an exaggeration for others to become her apprentices and kowtow to her. It's nothing for her to go and help out.

Lin Mo did not object to this. In the past, he could at least learn something by helping out, and now the aunties who helped him in the kitchen at his restaurant have improved their cooking skills a lot.

"Hey Mo, really, your restaurant is doing so well now, why don't you stay open every day?"
Look, even if we have two tables a day, and each table costs 300,000, that's 600,000 a day, and 18 million a month.

"If I were Liu Ruyan, the boss, I'd want you to come to work every day and cook three hundred meals a day!" Miss Yuan said.

Upon hearing this, the Sichuan girl chimed in, "If I were a shareholder like Sister Yuan, I'd also hope you could cook three hundred tables of food a day."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo flew into a rage, pointing at the Sichuan girl and shouting, "I'm your father, fuck!"

Everyone:
Even nuclear-powered donkeys aren't used like this! These lousy bastards!
(End of this chapter)