Chapter 834: You Stir-Fry Yours

When the ten minutes were almost up, Ying Chanxi had already run back to the living room and waited by the door to the guest room.

As the countdown alarm on her phone rang, Ying Chanxi quickly knocked on the door and called out: "Time's up!"

At that moment, Yan Zhusheng strolled slowly back from the front courtyard and joined Ying Chanxi at the door.

After a long while, the guest room door finally opened.

Li Luo walked out looking refreshed and invigorated.

Ying Chanxi didn't see Xu Youyu's figure and asked curiously, "Where's Senior?"

"She's in the bathroom, coming out right away," Li Luo said, and just then, the sound of a toilet flushing came from inside.

Soon after, Xu Youyu also stepped out.

Ying Chanxi didn't think much of it, assuming Xu Youyu had simply gone to the bathroom and probably rinsed her mouth.

Xu Youyu, however, gripped her aching lower back and let out a faint sigh, shooting Li Luo a reproachful glance from behind Ying Chanxi's back.

Then Xu Youyu returned to her usual demeanor, cleared her throat, and said, "Master~ It's getting late now. I'll take them both to the kitchen to prepare your birthday dinner."

"Mm, go ahead," Li Luo nodded in agreement, watching the three of them head straight toward the kitchen.

This left Li Luo stunned.

Because Xu Youyu had no intention of putting back on what she'd just taken off—she still had one bare, pale, slender leg exposed, and under her skirt, she wore nothing at all…

Not just Xu Youyu—even Yan Zhusheng had both her shoes removed by him.

Ying Chanxi had also removed one shoe, and her chest mask had been pulled out by him too.

The three girls walked toward the kitchen dressed incompletely, and it truly gave Li Luo a strange, thrilling sensation.

He'd only just been freed, yet now his blood was rising again.

Fortunately, he'd maintained his fitness routine, otherwise his body wouldn't have withstood these three little demons.

"Cough… Aren't you going to put your clothes back on?" Li Luo couldn't help asking.

Hearing this, Xu Youyu turned her head back, smiling at Li Luo: "You took these off your own hands—how could we put them back on?"

With that, she led the two younger girls into the kitchen to begin preparing dinner.

If only Ying Chanxi were cooking, Li Luo would've felt quite at ease.

But with Xu Youyu and Yan Zhusheng added in, Li Luo felt a bit uneasy.

So after the three girls entered the kitchen to start cooking, Li Luo didn't return to the living room to idle—he followed them to the kitchen door.

It was already five in the evening.

They'd had lunch on the rooftop pool deck, and didn't come downstairs until about one-thirty.

There was time spent changing swimsuits and playing small games, and by the time they actually started playing flying chess, it was already past two in the afternoon.

They played four rounds, taking nearly three hours—still fairly normal.

After all, there were all sorts of antics no outsider could ever imagine, so it naturally took a long time.

But preparing dinner wouldn't take much time, because Butler Liu had already instructed the chef to prep all the ingredients in advance.

Everything sliced, marinated—what the three girls needed to do was simply stir-fry.

Seeing all the pre-prepared ingredients in the kitchen, Li Luo felt slightly reassured.

After all, if Xu Youyu and Yan Zhusheng were handling knives, Li Luo would've been genuinely worried.

Only Xi Xi, this little kitchen mistress, had real, complete cooking experience.

"Master~ Why did you come over?" Xu Youyu turned and spotted Li Luo, immediately smiling and walking over to wrap her arm around his. "Aren't you going to rest in the living room?"

"I'm here to check your cooking skills," Li Luo said, and with his left hand, he pinched Xu Youyu's firm buttocks twice.

"Master, you're so naughty~" Xu Youyu didn't mind at all; she deliberately thrust her hips back, pressing against his palm, and blinked her eyes. "Don't you trust our cooking?"

"I'll have to see to believe it," Li Luo said, releasing Xu Youyu and moving behind Ying Chanxi.

At that moment, Xi Xi was about to stir-fry, but Li Luo suddenly wrapped his arms around her slender waist, causing her to freeze stiff for an instant.

"I'm cooking…" Ying Chanxi whispered, "Let go, please."

"Cook however you like—I won't interfere with your hands," Li Luo chuckled, his arms around her waist growing increasingly unrestrained.

Ying Chanxi's maid outfit was sleeveless, unlike Xu Youyu's long sleeves or Yan Zhusheng's short sleeves—its sides were like a vest, open enough to slip right in.

And now, since she was stir-frying, both her arms were raised.

Li Luo's sneaky hands clung to her.

Ying Chanxi let out a soft whimper, moaning helplessly, her stir-frying nearly ruined.

Fortunately, Li Luo didn't torment her long—seeing her body go limp and nearly collapse, he helped steady the spatula in her hand.

Fortunately, the dish was completed without incident.

Next came Yan Zhusheng's turn to cook.

But unlike Ying Chanxi, she looked at Li Luo with pleading eyes before even starting: "I want what Sister just had."

"What?" Li Luo asked, amused.

"Like this," Yan Zhusheng raised both hands and mimicked an empty gesture over her chest, face tense and serious.

Seeing her earnest request, Li Luo couldn't disappoint her—he nodded in agreement.

But Yan Zhusheng was even more sensitive than Ying Chanxi; barely a touch sent her into overdrive, nearly dropping the spatula.

Li Luo didn't dare tease her long, leaving Yan Zhusheng with a somewhat sulky expression at the end.

After that, it was Xu Youyu's turn.

She didn't even need to ask—Li Luo rushed forward, embracing her immediately, his hands slipping inside her neckline.

Yan Zhusheng watched from the side, envious; she glanced down at herself again, her mood sinking further.

Ying Chanxi, noticing Yan Zhusheng's expression, found it amusing—even though she wasn't the one being cuddled by Li Luo, she felt a touch of schadenfreude.

"No use staring any longer," Ying Chanxi whispered to her little sister beside her. "It just won't work—stop wishing for it."

Yan Zhusheng heard this and immediately glanced at Ying Chanxi: "Sister, you're not much better—two of you put together still aren't as big as Senior Sister."

"You…" Ying Chanxi's face flushed red, but years of constant bickering had trained her to snap back instantly: "Then two of you put together still aren't as big as me—zero plus zero is still zero."

This hit Yan Zhusheng with a crushing blow, leaving her speechless.

When Ying Chanxi noticed Yan Zhusheng had gone quiet, her face lit up with joy—she was delighted to have won another round against that annoying little sister.

Meanwhile, Xu Youyu, who had already finished cooking, couldn't hold back anymore and shoved Li Luo against the wall, kissing him for a long time.

……

A lavish dinner was quickly completed.

Six dishes were carried one by one to the dining table by three young maids.