Villain: The scumbag heroines are all yanderes

After two days and one night of travel, Su Mu and Yang Zihui finally returned to the small village.

"I'm so exhausted..." As soon as he entered the dilapidated old house, Su Mu sat slumped on the wicker chair like a dead fish.

His head was thrown back casually, and his hands were limp on the wicker chair, looking exactly like Uncle Ge You.

As soon as Yang Zihui came in, she saw Su Mu's desperate look. She was a girl who had also been away for two days and one night, but she was not as exaggerated as Su Mu.

"I see, you are just weak and have weak bones. You are not even as good as a girl like me." Yang Zihui pinched her waist and waved her hand: "I'll give you a good supplement!"

"Take up? What can I do to make up for it? My physical fitness is quite strong!" Su Mu's words are true, if he is not facing those terrifying yanderes.

Even an orthodox boxer is no match for him!

He didn't even have to do it himself, he just said: "Have a drink!"

A two-meter-tall boxer would get drunk and do push-ups all day and night under Sumu's orders, eventually collapsing from exhaustion.

"Muyu head..." Yang Zihui muttered softly.

She actually wanted to make soup for Fusu with her own hands, and wanted Fusu to have a taste of her craftsmanship.

"I don't care, you are just weak anyway, wait until I make you a pot of old chicken soup!" Yang Zihui seemed not tired at all, and ran to the chicken pen with brisk steps.

"Hehe, it's you!" With quick eyes and quick hands, she pounced on an old hen that was in a daze.

"Kekeke~ (Ouch, what are you doing~)"

Yang Zihui grabbed the old hen's flapping wings and wiped the dirt from her face with a smile: "If you still want to run away, just take the blame!"

Su Mu walked over slowly, and seeing Yang Zihui's disgraced face, he subconsciously frowned and reached out to wipe away the dirt on Yang Zihui's face: "Why are you so reckless? Just leave it to me to catch the chicken."

"How can it be the same!" This was her intention. If Su Mu came, it would be meaningless.

"What's the difference?" Su Mu tilted his head in confusion.

"It's just different anyway!" Yang Zihui turned her head and whispered: "Seeing that you are so idle, I reluctantly allow you to help me."

"I obey your orders!" Su Mu imitated the ministers on TV and raised his hands to Yang Zihui.

Su Mu lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes. Yang Zihui was very helpful and handed the old hen that was being held by Destiny's neck to Su Mu: "Little Su Su, what I want you to do is to kill the chicken, bleed it, and pluck the feathers to remove the smell!"

Su Mu smiled and replied: "Mother, I will do it right now."

After taking over the old hen, Sumu's God of Cookery passively awakened. He obtained many skills from the system, but they were all life skills.

These skills are enough for Su Mu to become a food blogger, game blogger and review blogger with millions of fans. It can be said that Sappan can make life very nourishing.

Su Mu skillfully cut off the old hen, stripped off the feathers, and cleaned it carefully.

On the other side, Yang Zihui also prepared all the ingredients and put them all into the casserole.

She wiped the sweat off her face and didn't feel tired at all. When she thought that Fusu would be able to eat the food she cooked later, with an expression of admiration, Yang Zihui couldn't help but giggle.

His little nose almost turned up to the sky: "Fusu, after eating my food, you will be completely controlled by me!"

She is very confident in her craftsmanship. Her mother often praises her: "Huihui, your cooking is so delicious. Whoever can marry you will be really lucky."

Thinking of her mother's words, Yang Zihui hummed softly: "Fusu, you are lucky to be able to eat the food I cook."

After stewing for two hours, Yang Zihui cooked a few more specialty dishes and served them to the dinner table.

Mother Yang sat down with a smile and added food to Sumu beside her: "You eat more, this is Huihui's wish."

"Thank you, aunt." The old woman added food to him personally, and he couldn't refuse.

"Eat quickly and often!" Yang Zihui urged.

Under Yang Zihui's excited urging, Su Mu picked up a piece of meat. The color was attractive, the aroma was rich, and it looked appetizing.

The color and aroma are already present, and the taste is not too bad.

Su Mu had already made a conclusion in his mind, and put the piece of meat into his mouth. The salty smell that hit the sky made his eyes darken.

"How do you like it? Is it delicious? Is it so delicious that I can't say anything about it?" If Yang Zihui had a tail, it would be wagging crazily now.

She looked at Su Mu with bright eyes, looking forward to Su Mu's evaluation.

"So... delicious..." In order not to make Yang Zihui sad, Su Mu endured the salty feeling and took all the meat in the bowl into his mouth.

"System...save me...save..."

[Master...Master...it's too salty...the taste has already reached me...]

Everyone was rolling their eyes, and Su Mu's throat was already a little hoarse: "It's so... so delicious..."

Hearing Su Mu's comment, Yang Zihui's face turned red. She buried her head and whispered: "Okay... just eat more if it tastes good. They are all specially made for you anyway."

Yang Zihui smiled sillyly and kept picking up vegetables for Su Mu: "Eat more, it's all yours!"

"So... delicious..." Su Mu was like an empty shell without a soul, holding the meat stiffly and stuffing it into his mouth.

[Master, don’t eat it, you will die! ]

"No... we can't stop..." Su Mu's voice was dry and hoarse. Seeing the smile on Yang Zihui's face, Su Mu bit the bullet and ate it: "If we just stop like this, Huihui will be sad..."

Yang Zihui supported her head and looked at Su Mu eating vegetables with a happy face.

"Is what I made so delicious? Don't eat in such a hurry. I'll scoop you a bowl of chicken soup." Yang Zihui jumped to the kitchen, humming a little tune, and she was in a very happy mood.

The old woman looked at Su Mu with a smile: "Young man, isn't my Hui Hui good at craftsmanship?"

"Not bad...not bad..." Su Mu said in a voice that was almost exhausted.

"Young man, I feel more and more that you and this old woman like me are in love." The old woman smiled brightly, and her face was covered with forehead wrinkles, which looked very kind: "I didn't expect that you also have such strong taste."

"Generally, our family puts five times more salt in cooking than ordinary people."

"What..." Su Mu suspected that he heard wrongly. The corners of his lips were dry and no longer as rosy as before.

"Fusu, here comes the chicken soup!" Yang Zihui smiled and put the chicken soup on the table, took a spoonful of it herself, put it to her mouth and blew on it.

"It's very hot, drink carefully."

Su Mu looked at the attractive color of the chicken soup. Su Mu, who was already suffering from sequelae, swallowed his astringent saliva.

Slowly opening his mouth, when the chicken soup was put into his mouth, Sumu's taste buds exploded instantly!

The whole figure was like an arrow that had escaped from the string, flying far away, foaming from the mouth.

"Ah, Fusu——!" Yang Zihui chased after her anxiously, "Are you okay... come and take another sip."

Su Mu's eyes widened in horror, and he was finally fed the extremely salty chicken soup.

Su Mu rolled his eyes and fainted completely.

[Hey, Master, why are you doing this? ]

[vomit cough cough... so salty...]