The Fake Heiress’ Seven Brothers Pampers Her - Chapter 92

Chapter 92: Third Brother, He Zhou

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

He Jing did not think she was close to Yan Hanxi to the extent that he would invite her to his house for dinner. She recalled him saying he would like to try her cooking at some point, so maybe bringing some over would be a good idea.

Now that she thought about it, He Jing realized it had been a while since she last cooked. Yan Hanxi had mentioned several items he would not mind eating earlier, and though she knew how to prepare them, the ingredients were expensive.

Hmm… In that case, it might not be a bad idea to help with dinner. At least it would save her from having He Ning and He Sui burning down the kitchen.

He Jing had finished grocery shopping, buying plenty of carrots, celery, prawns, beef, and assorted seasonings, and now waited at First High School’s front gate.

He Sui saw that she was carrying a big plastic bag that was so heavy that she could not even lift it and quickly came to her aid. “What did you buy? Why is it so heavy?

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He Jing dutifully listed out all she had bought.

“Are you trying to poison us or something?” He Sui blurted out.

He Jing was speechless.

Oh, how she would love to!

As a four-star chef, having her older brother question her cooking skills was the greatest insult.

The ever more sensitive He Ning enquired, “Do you know how to cook?”

“I do,” He Jing affirmed. “It probably won’t taste like much.”

“Shut. Up.” He Jing hissed.

He Sui’s mouth snapped shut, but that did not mean he was pleased. He knew he was right! How could a pampered young lady, living in the lap of luxury, know anything about cooking? Whether or not she even knew how to boil a kettle of water was already in the air.

There was no way she could be better than Third Brother, could she?

Forty minutes later, the three of them arrived home.

He Jing was the first through the door, having inserted the key into the keyhole. He Sui had his hands full with the groceries, so he was in no position to open the door.

As soon as she entered the house, she noticed He Xiaoguo’s presence; it seemed he was home earlier than usual. He Xiaoguo was sitting on the sofa, playing with his new toy. He Jing had never seen anything like it before and wondered who had given it to him.

Soon, He Jing discovered another anomaly. Someone was in the kitchen cooking, the cooker hood’s loud fans whirring.

The smell of food filled the living room, making He Jing’s stomach growl. He Sui, who was still outside, waiting for He Jing to get a move on, grew impatient and nudged her by swinging his laden bags and knocking into her calves. “What are you doing standing around?”

He Jing snapped back to reality, reacting instinctually, giving him space to maneuver through.

He Sui had not even taken a few steps into the house when he exclaimed,

“Third Brother, you’re back!”

He Zhou, the family’s best cook, had finally returned from his stint at their aunt’s house. He no longer had to endure He Ning’s bland porridge!

He Zhou had a knack for turning the simplest ingredients into the most wholesome dishes; he was the spiritual pillar of the He family.

Hearing the commotion, a man wearing an apron popped out of the kitchen.

He was a young man of eighteen or nineteen years, but his temperament made him seem older than his years. For someone just out of puberty, He Zhou was far more mature and virtuous than his peers.

He Zhou had a pair of peach blossom eyes and an arched nose, and his lips were redder and fuller than the average boy’s. If He Ning resembled a cold, unapproachable lotus covered in frost, then He Zhou was a sweet, alluring poppy flower.

He Zhou Ignored He Sui and focused on He Jing. “So this is our biological sister, He Jing! I’ve heard so much about you,” he laughed. “My name is He Zhou, and I am your older brother, but everyone calls me Third Brother. It’s nice meeting you. I hope you’ll look out for me..”