Chapter 928: Sorry, could you move!

The waiter serving dishes in the cafeteria was a shy person; suddenly being watched by so many people made him nervous, and his hand holding the food tray trembled.

However, his gaze was firm; after confirming where his target was, he strode toward that person.

Ye Qingran sat in the corner, originally intending just to grab a bite, but the cafeteria atmosphere made her unable to resist becoming curious.

Number 007, who exactly is working overtime for?

Everyone's gaze followed the waiter's movement, and finally he stopped in front of a figure.

"It's Yang Jiaomi!"

Someone shouted, and everyone's eyes trembled, locking onto that graceful figure.

"It's her!"

"Yang Jiaomi is so lucky!"

"Being pretty is great!"

Yang Jiaomi looked bewildered.

She had also heard about the newly arrived Chef 007 and came out of curiosity, never expecting such good fortune to fall on her.

"Mi Mi, isn't your luck a bit too good?"

Yang Jiaomi's female companions showed envious expressions.

"I, I don't know either..." Yang Jiaomi said, her face flushed; though she said that, she was actually thrilled inside.

Perhaps it's really as everyone says—she's pretty, which caught Chef 007's attention, prompting him to make her a special lunch.

"Mi Mi, let me try Chef 007's cooking later!"

"Exactly, I want to try it too!"

The girls chattered, Yang Jiaomi nodded, "No problem, you know I eat little, I can share with you."

Everyone wore envious looks; they initially thought the lucky one would be among them, never expecting it to be Yang Jiaomi.

"Um..." the waiter was about to speak when Yang Jiaomi pointed to a nearby table and said lightly, "Just put it here."

"No..."

One of Yang Jiaomi's companions immediately frowned, "Just put it there if you're told to; why all the nonsense?"

The shop waiter swallowed his saliva and bravely said, "No, this lunch isn't yours; you're blocking my way—could you please... move aside?"

"What?"

Upon hearing that, everyone froze; they realized they'd been mistaken—Yang Jiaomi wasn't the lucky one after all.

Consequently, everyone looked at Yang Jiaomi with mocking eyes, commenting and judging.

Yang Jiaomi felt as if her head had been smashed with a blunt stick, her ears ringing, her vision going dark.

Actually, it wasn't her?

Yang Jiaomi was so embarrassed she wished she could sink into the ground!

Her companions all lowered their heads, silent as cicadas in winter.

The waiter walked past Yang Jiaomi and her friends, continuing forward until he stopped in front of a table.

"Miss, hello, this is a lunch specially prepared for you by our Chef 007; please enjoy."

The waiter said this shyly.

Seeing this, everyone's eyes lit up.

Ye Qingran slowly lifted her head, looking at the waiter before her, a hint of confusion on her face, "Is this for me?"

Seeing Ye Qingran's ethereal beauty, the waiter froze on the spot, only after a while nodding woodenly, "Yes, yes..."

"It's Ye Qingran, she's Ye Qingran!"

Many people had seen Ye Qingran before, and soon someone pointed at her and shouted loudly.

"She's so beautiful!"

"Turns out this special treatment belongs to Ye Qingran—I suddenly don't feel resentful anymore!"

"Same feeling! I'm completely convinced!"

Although all the disciples were stunned by Ye Qingran's celestial looks, her violent reputation had long been ingrained, so everyone kept eight zhang away from her; thus the cafeteria was packed, yet the area around Ye Qingran remained empty, looking especially strange.

"Ye Qingran, again Ye Qingran! How is she everywhere!"

Yang Jiaomi nearby clenched her fists tightly, almost biting her silver teeth.

"It's that lowly Ye Qingran again, stealing the glory that should have been hers!"

"That wretch—why doesn't she just die?"

However, Yang Jiaomi thought of something, gradually calming, a cold smile curling her lips as she slowly walked toward Ye Qingran.

"Ye Qingran, it seems you've been doing quite well lately." Yang Jiaomi's tone was sarcastic.

Ye Qingran raised an eyebrow, looking at Yang Jiaomi, "Indeed, not bad."

Yang Jiaomi narrowed her eyes and snorted coldly, "Enjoy your present happiness while it lasts—your good days are about to end!"

"Oh? Do tell." Ye Qingran became interested.

Yang Jiaomi sat opposite Ye Qingran and said leisurely, "Not long ago, you crippled Wu Zhishang—do you know who he is?"

"I know." Ye Qingran nodded, "He's the son of the abbot of White Horse Temple—what's the problem?"

"Of course there is!" Yang Jiaomi's tone grew stern as she glanced around the academy disciples, her voice tinged with Mysterious Force, "You might not know yet—the abbot of White Horse Temple has already come to our Wànlíng Xuégōng!"

Upon saying that, many academy disciples showed surprise in their eyes.

"The abbot of White Horse Temple is in Wànlíng Xuégōng?"

Yang Jiaomi tried to see fear on Ye Qingran's face, but she was disappointed.

"Ye Qingran, just keep pretending! Even though you're now an academy member, the White Horse Temple abbot wants to avenge his son—your fate is surely going to be miserable!"

Ye Qingran nodded solemnly, "I'm really looking forward to it."

The abbot of White Horse Temple—she actually wants to see what kind of abilities he has!

"Ye Qingran, you just be stubborn! Rest assured, when you die, I will give you..."

"Sorry, move aside!"

Yang Jiaomi hadn't finished speaking when a deep, magnetic voice came from behind her, and she instantly flared with anger.

Move aside? Again asking her to move aside?

Is she really that much in the way?

Yang Jiaomi turned angrily, the angry words almost spilling from her mouth, but when she saw that handsome face, they caught in her throat.

That was a flawlessly handsome face, his features exquisitely refined; even wearing a white chef's uniform and an old chef's hat, his noble bearing could not be concealed.

What a handsome man!

Yang Jiaomi felt such admiration well up in her heart.

She had seen many men, but such a handsome, refined man was still her first.

"You..."

"You're blocking my way."

The man spoke indifferently; Yang Jiaomi instinctively stepped aside, and he placed a steaming dish before Ye Qingran, a gentle expression appearing on his face, like melting ice and snow.

"I don't know if you like this ice bee snow lotus dish."

Ice bee snow lotus?

Upon hearing the dish name, many people widened their eyes.

Ice bees are extremely rare; their honey yield is astonishingly low—scarce as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns—and snow lotus is also a rarity; this newly arrived kitchen not only has such precious ingredients, but even serves them to Ye Qingran?

Ye Qingran raised her eyebrows, looked at the man before her, and blinked.

This man was none other than her great-uncle, Yun Zhonghe.

How did her great-uncle come to Wànlíng Xuégōng and become a chef in the academy's cafeteria?

Thinking that she was still a Sweeping Maid at the academy, Ye Qingran's mouth twitched—indeed, outsiders don't enter the family's door.

But she had clearly not recognized her great-uncle, so why was he treating her so well?

"Isn't that inappropriate?"

"It's appropriate." Yun Zhonghe sat down before Ye Qingran, urging, "Come, try it."

Ye Qingran hesitated a moment, then picked up the spoon and took a bite.

"How is it? Does it taste good?" Yun Zhonghe's eyes were full of anticipation.

Meeting Yun Zhonghe's gaze, Ye Qingran couldn't bring herself to give a negative answer; besides, the dessert was genuinely delicious.

"Mm, it's delicious."

Upon receiving Ye Qingran's affirmative reply, Yun Zhonghe's mouth curled into a faint smile, his eyes gradually becoming dazed as memories surged like a tide.

"Little sister, does my cooking taste good?"

The youth looked affectionately at the girl opposite him; she lifted her face, her peerless beauty smiling like a flower, "Brother's cooking is, of course, the best in the world!"

Yun Zhonghe exhaled a turbid breath, his eyes gradually clearing, "If you like it, I'll make it for you every day, okay?"

Ye Qingran wore a polite smile on her face, while inside she gave a hollow chuckle.

Her great-uncle must be mistaking her for Yun Ling!

"Thank you!" Ye Qingran also did not refuse.

Upon receiving Ye Qingran's affirmative reply, Yun Zhonghe smiled even more brightly.

He was naturally handsome and of exceptional bearing; his smile was simply irresistible to those around him, especially the female disciples, whose hearts began to flutter.

"The new chef is way too handsome!"

"Ye Qingran is so lucky!"

"Am I the only one who thinks they look very similar?"

Yun Zhonghe watched Ye Qingran eat, something came to mind, and he asked, "I just heard you offended someone? Is that true?"

Before Ye Qingran could answer, Yang Jiaomi spoke first: "Not bad, she offended someone she can't afford to provoke."

Yun Zhonghe didn't even glance at Yang Jiaomi, continuing, "It's fine, I can help you."

Ye Qingran's hand holding the spoon paused.

"If you're helping me just because I resemble your departed loved one, it's actually unnecessary."

Ye Qingran said with a light laugh.

"Yes and no." Yun Zhonghe shook his head, "I'm just doing what I want to do; how much you resemble someone isn't really relevant."

A faint warmth traced through Ye Qingran's heart.

Although she had not yet recognized her great-uncle, he still treated her so kindly.

Perhaps this is the warmth of blood ties.

She thought, and hurried to find a time to recognize her great-uncle.

"Just you?" Yang Jiaomi seemed to hear a huge joke, "Do you know who she provoked? The abbot of White Horse Temple! You, a mere cafeteria cook, what standing do you have to compare with the abbot of White Horse Temple?"

"It's none of your business." Yun Zhonghe replied lightly.

"You..." Yang Jiaomi's chest heaved with anger, but she held back, "Fine, the abbot of White Horse Temple will be coming soon; I want to see how you'll help her!"

Although the academy disciples around them said nothing, they all thought Yun Zhonghe was joking.

After all, he's just a cook—how could he possibly have the means to rival the abbot of White Horse Temple?

Just then, a loud, stern shout came from outside the cafeteria.

"Ye Qingran, get out here and prepare to die!"