Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

When Lin Lang turned around and went to the kitchen of Zhou's house to show off his cooking skills.

Ma Yili couldn't suppress her curiosity and took Zhou Mengyao's delicate hand to talk.

"Mengyao, your house is as big as a museum. The rare treasures on display in the villa can be seen everywhere, as if they were scattered everywhere inadvertently. It's so shocking!"

"How about you take us on a tour of the Zhou residence?"

Zhou Mengyao readily agreed: "Okay!"

After that, Zhou Mengyao led her two female classmates, Ma Yili and Han Zaiyin, to start the journey of exploring the Zhou residence.

As the tour progressed, Han Zaiyin, who had seen the world, couldn't help but exclaimed: "There are so many antiques and treasures on display in Zhou's house that it is impossible to count them. Each one exudes a unique charm. It is so exquisite!"

Ma Yili's eyes were full of novelty and amazement. She kept pointing at the exquisite porcelain and ancient calligraphy and paintings displayed around her and asked, "Mengyao, aren't these all genuine antiques?"

Han Zaiying laughed and interrupted, "Your question is really unnecessary."

"Mengyao's father is a famous treasure appraiser. How could there be fake antiques in Zhou's house?"

Ma Yili showed her two small canine teeth, squinted her eyes and smiled sweetly: "I am superficial, it is really poverty that limits my imagination."

Han Zaiyin said in amazement: "Not only that, even the furniture in Zhou's house is probably an antique treasure with a long history. It's really dazzling!"

Zhou Mengyao raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a gentle and proud smile.

"These antiques in the Zhou residence are not just the ones my father spent half his life searching for and carefully selecting all over the country to purchase and collect."

"Many of these national treasures are antiques that have been guarded and preserved by three generations of our Zhou family with all their efforts. Each piece carries family stories and emotions and is of extraordinary significance."

When Ma Yili and Han Zaiyin heard this, their eyes were filled with admiration and praise.

Ma Yili said with an exaggerated expression: "Mengyao, your Zhou family's inheritance is really amazing!"

"The Zhou family has gone through the war years, and they are still able to preserve and pass down these precious antiques intact. This shows the profound heritage of your family. Your persistence in cultural heritage is admirable."

Han Zaiyin also echoed: "That's right, any one of these antiques is a rare treasure, and the stories behind them are priceless."

Zhou Mengyao replied modestly: "You two are acting like a crosstalk, singing in unison, so stop praising me."

Then, Han Zaiyin seemed to suddenly remember something, his eyes rolled, and he suggested excitedly: "Mengyao, we have been walking around in Zhou's house for a while, why don't you take us to visit Lin Lang's room?"

Ma Yili also nodded, with a hint of curiosity and anticipation in her eyes.

Zhou Mengyao showed a trace of embarrassment on her face, and frowned as she said, "I'm afraid this is not a good idea. After all, that is Lin Lang's room. Wouldn't it be rude for us to go in and visit without his permission?"

Han Zaiyin waved his hand nonchalantly, stepped forward and took Zhou Mengyao's left arm and said, "Hey, what's the matter?"

"We are all old classmates who are so familiar with each other, why not visit the room?"

Ma Yili took Zhou Mengyao's right arm and agreed, "Mengyao, stop hesitating. There's nothing secret in Lin Lang's room. Let's go."

After the two of them kept asking, Zhou Mengyao sighed helplessly and finally compromised: "Okay, then I'll take you to have a look, but we can't touch the things inside."

After saying that, Zhou Mengyao took Ma Yili and Han Zaiyin and walked towards Lin Lang's room, talking and laughing.

Han Zaiyin carefully pushed open the door of Lin Lang's room.

The house was quiet and tidy, and it was a suite layout with a bedroom connected to a study.

The decoration style of the room is extremely simple, with almost no excessive decoration, only some simple necessary furnishings, but it is kept spotless, showing Lin Lang's neat and straightforward attitude towards life everywhere.

The first thing that caught my eye was an unfinished oil painting portrait of a woman.

The outline of the character on the canvas has been roughly outlined, and it is obviously Chu Yiren at first glance. The brushstrokes are delicate and affectionate, exuding a unique artistic atmosphere.

Ma Yili was the first to break the silence and said in astonishment: "Mengyao, Lin Lang was painting Chu Yiren in the room, weren't you angry when you saw it?"

Han Zaiyin also echoed, with a hint of jealousy in her words: "Yes, if Lin Lang didn't like Chu Yiren so much, how could he paint this oil painting so carefully?"

Zhou Mengyao waved her hands quickly and explained anxiously: "You misunderstood. The painting that Lin Lang is painting is not of Chu Yiren, but of his deceased mother."

Ma Yili said in astonishment with a suspicious look on her face: "No way?"

"how is this possible?"

"This clearly looks like Chu Yiren. Although the painting is not finished yet, it looks exactly like Chu Yiren!"

Zhou Mengyao smiled helplessly. She walked to the bedside table, pointed at the photo display on it and said, "If you don't believe me, come and see. Here are photos of Lin Lang and his parents when they were alive."

"If you look carefully, you will see that Lin Lang's painting is indeed his deceased mother."

Upon hearing this, Ma Yili and Han Zaiyin hurried over, staring at the photo.

In the photo, Lin Lang is wearing a basketball team uniform and taking a photo with his parents while holding a basketball. Lin Lang's face is filled with a bright and pure smile, and the youthful vigor is overwhelming.

In the old photo, Lin Lang's mother has curved eyebrows and eyes that are full of tenderness and kindness. Her face shape and the layout of her facial features are surprisingly similar to Chu Yiren.

Ma Yili and Han Zaiyin couldn't help but look at each other, their faces full of astonishment. It seemed that at this moment, they understood the deep emotions behind Lin Lang's oil painting.

The room fell silent for a moment. Only the sunlight coming in through the window sprinkled on the unfinished oil painting, creating a faint halo, as if telling of Lin Lang's deep longing for his deceased mother.

It was Zhou Mengyao who broke the silence first. She pouted slightly and said somewhat unhappily, "Lin Lang's mother is only a little bit like Chu Yiren, but she is already a beauty."

"From this we can see how beautiful Chu Yiren is in Lin Lang's eyes." Zhou Mengyao's words were full of jealousy.

Han Zaiyin shrugged and said, "But Mengyao, there are photos of Chu Yiren without makeup leaked online, and you and Chu Yiren look a bit similar without makeup!"

After hearing this, Zhou Mengyao complained, "Stop it, Chu Yiren always has a world-weary face, as if someone owes her 80 million. I don't look like her!"

Ma Yili smiled and said, "Mengyao, don't deny it. Although you and Chu Yiren are beautiful in your own way, you are somewhat similar in face shape, nose and eyes. You are both typical stunning oriental beauties."

"Hey……"

"Ma Yili, are you praising me?

"Or should I praise Chu Yiren?" Zhou Mengyao felt a little melancholy.

Ma Yili couldn't help but laugh and joked: "Actually, I am praising Lin Lang's taste in choosing a girlfriend. He really is the ceiling of Xiaguo men's aesthetic taste."

After hearing this, Zhou Mengyao replied speechlessly: "I am melancholy."

Han Zaiyin hurriedly changed the subject and said, "Lin Lang's room is so simple, there's nothing to see. Let's go visit Meng Yao's room?"

Ma Yili raised her eyebrows and responded, "Okay, okay, let's go!"

Helplessly, Zhou Mengyao had to take Ma Yili and Han Zaiyin to visit her bedroom boudoir.

The bedroom door slowly opened. The moment Ma Yili stepped into the room, her eyes lit up and she exclaimed, "Wow! Mengyao, your bedroom is bigger than my house. It's spacious and beautiful. I'm so envious!"

At this moment, Han Zaiyin's attention was attracted by the dozen exquisite jewelry boxes placed on Zhou Mengyao's bed.

Han Jae-in walked forward and looked at the jewelry carefully. With her knowledge of brands, she recognized at a glance that these were famous brands from the Land of Sakura.

Han Zaiyin's heart ached slightly, but the corners of his mouth raised a subtle arc, and he teased: "Hey, Mengyao, look at these precious jewelry, they are all gifts that Lin Lang brought back for you from the Sakura Country, right?"

After hearing this, Zhou Mengyao's face flushed with happiness, with a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth. She nodded gently and said, "Yes."

"Lin Lang's taste is really good. The jewelry he chooses are all exactly to my liking. I can't put down every piece!" Zhou Mengyao couldn't hide her happiness.

Ma Yili was standing aside. When she heard this, she felt a mixture of emotions and an indescribable feeling of jealousy welled up in her heart.

Ma Yili forced a smile and said self-deprecatingly, "Ah, Lin Lang is so good to you. Let's not talk about how much it would cost to buy these expensive jewellery. Just choosing these beautiful jewellery must have taken a lot of thought, right?"

Han Zaiyin also echoed from the side, with a barely perceptible bitterness in his words.

"Yes, Lin Lang came back from the competition in Sakura Country and didn't forget to bring so many beautiful jewelry for Mengyao. He was really thoughtful."

After saying that, a trace of loneliness flashed across Han Zaiyin's eyes, but she quickly returned to normal. However, the emotional fluctuation at that moment still revealed her true feelings.

Zhou Mengyao said generously: "Everyone who sees it will get a share. I will use the gift Lin Lang gave me as a favor and give each of you a piece of jewelry."

After hearing this, Han Zaiyin hastily declined, saying, "No, no, no, this is a gift that Lin Lang carefully bought for you from the Land of Sakura. If you put it on me and Ma Yili, it would be a waste of Lin Lang's love for you!"

Ma Yili also declined politely, "Zaiyin and I appreciate your kindness, Mengyao, but we cannot accept the jewelry that Lin Lang bought for you."

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door: "Knock knock..."

Aunt Mei, the maid, stood outside the door, her posture respectful and humble, and said softly: "Miss, lunch is ready."

"My wife asked me to invite you and your classmates downstairs for dinner. Mr. Lin personally cooked a table full of delicious dishes today!"

After hearing this, Zhou Mengyao's eyes flashed with anticipation, and she said to Han Zaiyin and Ma Yili with a smile, "Let's go downstairs and try the cooking skills of Linda's campus hunk."

"The dishes cooked by Lin Lang are even better than those cooked by Michelin five-star chefs. His cooking skills are definitely at the level of a state banquet chef." Zhou Mengyao's expression was very exaggerated.

Ma Yili opened her eyes slightly wide, and said with curiosity and expectation: "I didn't know Lin Lang had this skill, and he is at the level of a state banquet chef?"

Han Zaiyin echoed, "Yeah, could it be that Lin Lang is still hiding his skills and has the cooking skills of a Michelin five-star chef?"

Zhou Mengyao raised the corners of her mouth and said with a smile: "Believe it or not, go downstairs and taste it, and you will know how amazing Lin Lang's cooking skills are!"

So, the three beautiful classmates walked together, talking and laughing as they went down the stairs.

Passing through the spacious and bright corridor, we arrived at the restaurant on the first floor of Zhou’s villa.

The table was filled with a variety of dishes with bright colors and fragrant aromas. Each dish was presented exquisitely and temptingly, and it was obvious that they were cooked with great care.

The delicious food exudes an irresistible charm, as if calling Han Jae-in and Ma Yili to come and taste it.

Zhou Zhongdang, who was sitting in the center of the main seat, was smiling, with kindness and enthusiasm in his eyes. He raised his hand and cordially invited Han Zaiyin and Ma Yili to take a seat, saying, "My two little girls, please take a seat quickly. You're welcome."

Zhuang Jingxue also smiled and said, "Alang said there is one last dish that has not been cooked yet. We will start eating after he brings this last main course to the table."

Ma Yili and Han Zaiyin took their seats as instructed.

As soon as Ma Yili sat down, her eyes swept over the dishes on the table. Her eyes widened, her mouth slightly opened, and her expression was extremely exaggerated. She exclaimed: "This table of exquisitely presented Chinese dishes looks so high-end!"

“Are these delicious dishes cooked by Lin Lang himself?”

Zhou Mengyao smiled and replied: "Yes, Lin Lang is not only handsome, but also has excellent cooking skills. His dishes are clean and beautiful. Isn't it amazing?"

Ma Yili praised repeatedly: "Awesome! Lin Lang's cooking skills are simply amazing!"

Han Zaiyin's face was full of astonishment, and he couldn't help but say, "Oh my God! How many hidden skills does this Lin University school hunk have?"