"No, not really. As you can see, I'm still the sixteen-year-old Chu Moyin—both physically and mentally. The reason I can make such a correct guess about your original future experience is because I know myself very well, and of course, I know you very well too. Just give me the cause and I'll naturally know how things will develop."
“…”
Show off, show off, she only knows how to show off. Could it be that her real name is Chu Xiuer instead of Chu Moyin? Are there nails growing on the stool?!
Chu Shangli began to question her life—who was the heroine, her or Chu Moyin?! Could it be that she was the only one who thought she was the heroine of the story, but was actually cannon fodder?!
"Are you thinking—" Chu Moyin stared at her: "Did we get the wrong script? My spontaneous remarks at the beginning made it seem like I was the heroine."
KAO! So you can read minds, right?!
"No, not really. It's just that my intuition and insight are quite strong, and I know you quite well, so it's normal for me to detect changes in your mentality from the subtle expressions on your face—"
“…”
Although he didn't want to admit it, Chu Moyin's ability to read people's expressions had indeed reached a perverted level.
She had experienced this more than once in her previous life, but because she was reborn, she was facing the young girl Chu Moyin, so she felt fearless and relaxed her vigilance. However, she forgot that the young girl Chu Moyin was still Chu Moyin - the witch who could still smile happily in the face of a miserable corpse that had been cut into pieces.
"Well, well, don't make that face. Don't doubt it, I don't think someone like me with a twisted outlook and a psychopath can be the heroine. I'm more like the heroine."
No, no, no, how did you get the prejudice that someone with a twisted mindset can't be the heroine but can be the hero? It's as if the moral tolerance for men is lower than that for women—
"It's obvious that no matter if it's a male or female character, if they have mental problems, they should be treated. If they can't be cured, BISS is the right path. You actually blatantly use double standards like this. You're seriously mentally ill—"
"Really? Yet, a male character who silently protects the heroine behind her back is usually called a sweetheart, while a female character who speaks sweetly and glances at the male protagonist for more than a second is considered a shameless green tea. Not to mention that in novels, female cannon fodder are always bursting with jealousy, splashing ink on and tearing clothes, or even disfiguring their faces, when they see a girl wearing beautiful clothes... Yet, if you just take a quick look at the gender of the criminals in a prison, you'll know who's more ruthless, yet no one mentions it. In fact, didn't you turn the gun on me the moment you opened your eyes? And you don't even associate your tragic past life with those cute male characters at all."
Chu Moyin's finger turned off the light switch and at the same time lightly touched the screen of the mobile phone -
A projection immediately appeared on Chu Shangli's wall.
Projected on the wall is FAMILY's menu for the day.
"You're a die-hard FAMILY fan. You should know that the owner of FAMILY is a bit of a weirdo. She only serves what's on the menu. She won't make anything that's not on the menu, even if you pay her more. There's no 'Oatmeal Lemon Tart' on the menu today."
Chu Moyin kept pressing the [Page Turn] button, and the screen kept changing.
"It's not just today. Yesterday, the day before yesterday, it hasn't appeared on the menu for a month. The most recent time was on the menu a month and 21 days ago. So Wei Shengfan said it's impossible for you to queue up today, but if you said it was left out for more than a month before bringing it to you, that's even more outrageous - the freshness of the cream cheese and tart shells is not right, and the mint leaves are even bright green -" Chu Moyin said slowly: "So, you should understand? Wei Shengfan is lying, those four oatmeal lemon tarts were not bought by him at Family at all, and even the packaging box used was a red velvet cake box -"
Chu Moyin walked closer to her and used the flashlight on his mobile phone to illuminate the words on the box in his palm. The packaging box, which was stained with a little dirt and grass, was indeed written with Red Velvet Cake.
If it were other stores, there might be a situation where the packaging box does not match the food inside.
But, Family won’t.
This store has always adhered to its own business philosophy, even to the point of being criticized as pretentious and paranoid.
After all, Chu Moyin had thrown this box out of the window, and it did not prove that the box in her hand was the one she threw out.
Besides, Family has always been very popular. Maybe because it was sold out today and she couldn't buy it, Mr. Fan bought it from other stores and put it in the Family box and told her a white lie in order not to disappoint her?
"That doesn't mean anything..."
Chu Shangli's words were interrupted by Chu Moyin: "I know, you want to deceive yourself with white lies, trying to make yourself believe that your favorite dessert shop is sold out and closed today, so he had to find a replacement, but-"
Chu Moyin turned the gift box and turned the grooved part towards her.
There were two intact oatmeal tarts and two crushed ones.
"You were already good at cooking, and if you were reborn, you would definitely improve on that skill. You should be able to tell what's hidden inside the filling and the tart shell, right? If you pick it up and sniff it, you'll find that not only are the fillings enhanced, but the baking process also uses a uniform mixture of vegetable oil and butter, rather than pure animal butter."
Chu Shangli didn't want to listen to Chu Moyin's words. She wanted to lock herself in a shell.
But her hands had already started to move, and she put them under her nose and sniffed lightly.
The seeds mixed into the tart are flax seeds.
The crust is made by mixing flaxseed oil and butter in a ratio of 1:9.
"Flax seeds, flaxseed oil..." Chu Shangli's voice slipped out of his dry throat: "These are... my allergens-?!"
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