Why didn't you tell me earlier that my little sister is still waiting for me?

Chapter 645: Love Your Shape

In the living room, looking at Lin Bufan and Huang Yime "flirting" on the balcony, Huang's father and mother exchanged a puzzled look.

Huang's mother lowered her voice and finally asked the question in her heart. Because Lin Bufan was present, she couldn't ask directly, which made her feel very uncomfortable. "Zhenhua, is this guy really Meigui's boyfriend? Why haven't I heard her mention him before?"

Huang Zhenhua scratched his head. "I only found out about this at the airport today... but judging by how affectionate they were, it couldn't be fake."

Father Huang pushed his glasses up, frowning, "Didn't Meigui just divorce Fang Xiewen not long ago? So soon..."

"Dad, your thinking is too old-fashioned." Huang Zhenhua winked and said, "What era is it now? Isn't it normal to fall in love again after divorce? Besides, don't you know the charm of roses? There have always been many suitors. Xiao Lin is obviously the type who will pursue you stubbornly. Now it's probably..."

Others didn't know what was going on, but Huang Yimei's best friend, Su Gengsheng, knew it all. Seeing Huang Zhenhua's words becoming more and more outrageous, Su Gengsheng gently patted his arm and said, "Don't make blind guesses. Rose will tell you about it herself."

Huang's mother looked towards the balcony with some concern: "But Xiaolin looks a little too eccentric. His hair is dyed like a rainbow..."

Huang Zhenhua waved his hand disapprovingly: "Mom, you don't understand? Rose is an art student, maybe she likes this now. Look at those artists nowadays, don't they all value individuality?"

Su Gengsheng quietly pinched Huang Zhenhua and scolded him in a low voice: "If you say that again, I will complain to Meigui!"

Huang Zhenhua grimaced in pain and quickly dodged to the side: "Ouch, I was just saying it casually!"

At this moment, the balcony door was pushed open, and Huang Yimei and Lin Bufan walked back to the living room one after the other. Lin Bufan's colorful afro was particularly eye-catching under the light. He said with a smile, "Uncle, shall we start the treatment now?"

Father Huang pushed his glasses up, hesitant. "Well...why don't we eat first? Your aunt specially prepared a table of delicious food..."

Lin Bufan slapped his forehead and said, "Yes, yes, let's eat first! I tend to forget things when I get excited." He turned his head to look in the direction of the kitchen and sniffed, "It smells so good! Auntie's cooking must be top-notch!"

Huang's mother was so pleased with the compliment that she beamed: "This child is so sweet. Go wash your hands quickly, and dinner will be served soon."

At the table, Lin Bufan devoured the food while praising it endlessly: "Auntie, this braised pork is amazing! It's fatty but not greasy, and melts in your mouth! It tastes even better than what a Michelin three-star chef would make!"

Seeing that Lin Bufan liked the food she cooked so much, Huang's mother suddenly felt that all her efforts were worth it. She smiled from ear to ear and said, "If you like it, eat more. There's more in the pot."

However, Huang Yimei chose to sabotage Lin Bufan's obvious attempt to curry favor with her, "Mom, don't be fooled by Lin Bufan. He's flattering you! In front of him, the dishes made by Michelin chefs and state banquet chefs are nothing compared to him!"

Father Huang pushed his glasses up in surprise: "Xiao Lin, you can cook?"

Lin Bufan waved his hand and said modestly, "My introduction just now wasn't quite complete. In addition to my research in scientific research, biology, art, charity, medicine, and other fields, I also have some experience in cooking." After a pause, Lin Bufan added, "Of course, compared to my aunt, I'm definitely still a little behind."

Huang Zhenhua looked incredulous: "Really? Rose, you're not saying this on purpose to make Xiaolin leave a good impression in front of my parents, are you?"

When Lin Bufan heard this, he immediately rolled up his sleeves and said, "Brother Huang, if you don't believe me, I'll go to the kitchen and show you!"

Everyone hurriedly tried to stop him: "Next time, next time, we have enough food today..."

Huang Yimei understood Lin Bufan's personality and knew that he would not give up unless he was allowed to show off. So she could only shake her head helplessly and help to persuade him. There was nothing else she could do since she was the one who brought it up!

"Mom and Dad, since Afan wants to show you his skills, let him show you."

Huang's mother put down her chopsticks, frowned, and scolded, "Rose, have you forgotten what I taught you? Xiaolin is a guest visiting our home. How can we ask him to cook for us?"

Huang Yimei curled her lips: "Mom, he doesn't consider himself a guest. I think he is more familiar with it than I am."

After a pause, looking at Lin Bufan's frantically blinking eyes, Huang Yimei had no choice but to add, "Afan is a very enthusiastic person. If you don't let him show off today, he probably won't be able to sleep for several days."

Lin Bufan nodded repeatedly: "That's right! Auntie, please let me show you my skills! I promise not to delay everyone's dinner!"

Seeing Lin Bufan's eagerness to try, no one could stop him. Huang's mother shook her head helplessly: "Then... just make one dish. Don't make it too much trouble."

"Okay!" Lin Bufan cheered and rushed into the kitchen in two steps.

Since the guest Lin Bufan had already gone into the kitchen, everyone felt embarrassed to go back and continue eating. In addition, they were curious about Lin Bufan's cooking skills, which Huang Yimei said were better than those of state banquet chefs and Michelin chefs. So they gathered at the kitchen door curiously, ready to appreciate Lin Bufan's cooking skills!

Lin Bufan stood in the middle of the kitchen, his hands on his hips as he looked around. Suddenly, he turned to Huang Yimei and gave her a brilliant smile. "Miss Rose, I wonder if I would be honored to ask you to help me out?"

Huang Yimei rolled her eyes but still walked into the kitchen: "I knew you were going to order me around... Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Lin Bufan pointed to the refrigerator with a smile: "Go pick out some ingredients you like, I will be responsible for fulfilling your dream!"

Huang Yimei walked over to the refrigerator, opened the door, and began to search carefully. After a moment, she pulled out a few ingredients: "Let's make Kung Pao Chicken. We have chicken breast and peanuts."

"Understood!" Lin Bufan saluted exaggeratedly and took the ingredients: "Just wait and see!"

Huang Yimei began washing vegetables at the sink, while Lin Bufan began his performance. The moment he picked up the kitchen knife, his entire demeanor changed, his eyes focused as if he were performing some delicate surgery.

"Watch this!" Lin Bufan called softly, and the kitchen knife in his hand suddenly transformed into a flash of silver light. The chicken breast was thrown into the air, and in a flash of light, the meat was precisely cut into even dices in mid-air. Then, like rain, the meat "pat, pat" fell onto the pre-prepared plate, neatly arranged in a perfect heart shape.

"Wow!" Fang Taichu, who was standing at the kitchen door, couldn't help but exclaimed, his little face full of admiration.

Huang Zhenhua rubbed his eyes in disbelief: "This...is this a special effect?"

Lin Bufan brought the plate of diced chicken to Huang Yimei, a smug smile on his face: "Miss Rose, did you see that? Even the chicken I cut is in the shape of love for you."

Huang Yimei looked at the perfectly heart-shaped chicken on the plate and glared at Lin Bufan unhappily: "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and cook your dish."

"As you wish!" Lin Bufan turned and placed the wok on the fire, then poured in the cooking oil with a smooth, flowing motion. As soon as the oil heated up, he tossed the chopped green onion, ginger, and garlic into the wok. It sizzled, and the aroma filled the air.

Then, a magical scene unfolded—Lin Bufan flicked his wrist, and the entire plate of diced chicken soared into the air, tracing a graceful arc through the air before landing precisely in the shape of a perfect heart. The spatula in his hand seemed to come alive, rapidly tumbling through the wok. The diced chicken danced joyfully in the hot oil, each piece evenly heated and gradually turning golden.

"Watch this!" Lin Bufan suddenly lifted the pot up, and all the chicken pieces flew up, turned over in the air, and fell back into the pot steadily. The onlookers couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Of course, if it was just a flip of the pot, people would not be so amazed. The reason why people were so amazed was that the chicken pieces flying in the air actually formed the shape of a rose!

Huang Yimei was stunned: "Are you performing acrobatics?"

Lin Bufan winked at Huang Yimei: "This is called love stir-fry."

As he spoke, he quickly added the seasoning, his movements so fast that afterimages appeared. Finally, when he sprinkled in the peanuts, he flicked his wrist, and the peanuts fell evenly onto the dish like flowers scattered by a fairy.

The entire cooking process took only a few minutes, and a plate of delicious Kung Pao Chicken was fresh out of the pot. Lin Bufan placed the dish on a plate and sprinkled a handful of chopped green onions on top. The emerald green onions unexpectedly formed the word "LOVE" automatically.

Although it looks magical, in fact, Lin Bufan has not yet developed half of his god-level cooking skills. If one day he fully comprehends the mystery of it, maybe he will be able to make food that emits golden light!

"Please try Rose's special Kung Pao Chicken." Lin Bufan brought the plate to the dining table and gestured for invitation.

Although he hasn't eaten it yet, Huang Zhenhua is sure that this Kung Pao Chicken, which combines color and fragrance, definitely doesn't taste very good, because before he even tried it, he was already full of dog food!

Father Huang pushed his glasses up and, half-believingly, picked up a piece of diced chicken and put it in his mouth. The next second, his eyes widened: "This...this taste..."

Huang's mother also tasted it and covered her mouth in surprise: "Oh my God! How can this chicken be so tender and smooth?"

Huang Zhenhua couldn't wait to take a big spoonful and praised incoherently: "Amazing! The preparation of this sauce is simply amazing!"

Fang Taichu stood on tiptoe to reach the plate: "I want to eat too! I want to eat too!"

Lin Bufan smiled and pushed the plate towards the little girl: "Be careful, it's hot, eat slowly."

Huang Yimei watched her family's exaggerated reactions and couldn't help but take a bite. The familiar flavor blossomed on her tongue, and she couldn't help but recall the amazement she felt the first time she tasted Lin Bufan's cooking. Although she had eaten it many times, it still brought her new surprises each time.

"How about it? I didn't lie to you, did I?" Huang Yimei looked at her family proudly.

Father Huang put down his chopsticks and pushed his glasses up solemnly. "Xiao Lin, your cooking skills are truly amazing. I traveled a lot when I was young and tasted the skills of many famous chefs, but this is the first time I've seen someone like you who can make ordinary home-cooked dishes to such a high level."

Lin Bufan waved his hand modestly: "Uncle, you are too kind. I am just doing it casually."

"Just do it casually?" Huang Zhenhua's eyes widened exaggeratedly. "If you call this just doing it casually, wouldn't those Michelin chefs be so ashamed that they'd jump off the building?"

Su Gengsheng looked at Lin Bufan thoughtfully: "No wonder Rose said you are a good cook, it seems to be true."

They had a very pleasant meal. Lin Bufan's colorful afro was particularly eye-catching on the table, but no one found it strange at this moment - after all, it was understandable that someone who could cook to such a superb level had some little quirks.

After dinner, Huang's father took the initiative to ask: "Xiao Lin, didn't you say you wanted to show me your legs? Is it convenient now?"

Lin Bufan stood up immediately: "Of course it's convenient! Uncle, just lie on the sofa."

Huang's father slowly moved to the living room sofa with his crutches and lay down. Lin Bufan squatted beside him and gently rolled up his trouser legs. He saw that Huang's right knee was slightly deformed and the surrounding muscles were atrophied.

Lin Bufan pretended to check and gently pressed his fingers on Huang's father's knee: "Hmm... Uncle, this leg injury is indeed quite old. The meridians are blocked and the blood circulation is not smooth..."

As he spoke, Lin Bufan communicated with the system in his mind: "Use the recovery card!"

Ding! Recovery Card activated successfully! Target: Huang Jianzhi (Huang's father). Recovery time: 72 hours. During this time, the injury will gradually improve until full recovery.

Lin Bufan nodded seriously, then took out two more white pills from his "magical" trouser pocket: "Uncle, this is the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill I made using Tianshan Snow Lotus, Ten Thousand Years Ginseng, and Deep Sea Ambergris. It's specially designed to treat this kind of old injury."

Huang's father was shocked when he heard the ingredient list and quickly waved his hands: "This...this is too expensive! My legs just hurt a little on rainy days, but it doesn't affect my life normally. Why don't you just forget it..."

"How can that be!" Lin Bufan said seriously, "You are Meigui's father, so you are my father! It is my duty to give my father the best medicine!"

Huang's mother frowned as she listened. It wasn't that she thought the medicine was too expensive, but that Lin Bufan was a little unreliable: "Xiao Lin, this medicine sounds unusual, how about..."

Lin Bufan stuffed the pills into Huang's father's hand without hesitation: "Uncle, don't worry about taking it! I have plenty of this medicine. If you think it works well, I'll send you a few more bottles later!"

Father Huang pushed up his glasses and looked hesitantly at the plain white pill in his hand: "Why... does this look so much like a calcium tablet?"

Lin Bufan was startled: "How did you know?" Halfway through his words, Lin Bufan realized something was wrong, so he changed his words and said, "What I meant is that I made the medicine in the shape of calcium tablets. Although it looks ordinary on the outside, the ingredients are completely different. There is absolutely no added technology or hard work!"

Although Lin Bufan gave an explanation, the family still looked at him with doubt.

Seeing this, Lin Bufan turned to look at Huang Yimei with a look of grievance: "Rose, others don't believe me, don't you believe me too?"

Huang Yimei hesitated for a moment, then said, "Dad, why don't you give it a try? Although Lin Bufan seems unreliable at ordinary times, when he encounters serious things, he... seems to be quite unreliable too. But I believe that this time he will not joke."

Father Huang pushed his glasses, looked back and forth between his daughter and Lin Bufan, and finally sighed: "Okay, then I'll try it." As he said, he took the cup of water and swallowed the pill.

Lin Bufan immediately revealed a brilliant smile: "Uncle, don't worry. Within three days, I guarantee you'll be as healthy and strong as flying! By then, you'll be the most handsome old man in Tsinghua!"