[Cold-faced but adorable "chef man" mountain god x laid-back heroine avoiding the rat race]
Fantasy romance | Suspenseful romance | Mildly scary rule-based urban legends | Folklore | Food | Dog-training romance | Mutual healing
The rules at "Qiw u Inn" are downright bizarre:
After sunset, do not leave through the wooden gate in the back courtyard alone.
Do not enter the unmarked room at the end of the second floor.
If someone knocks three times at night, ask where they came from first. Only open the door if they answer, "I came from the mountains."
All guests must register their names in person.
There are always thrill-seeking tourists who refuse to believe the warnings and sneak out for a midnight stroll. Then some unknown thing chases them all over the mountain, their screams echoing across the entire back mountain.
Meanwhile, in the inn's kitchen...
Tang Suining leaned against the doorframe, sipping the flower tea Wen Yan had brewed. "Boss Wen, that person outside looks like they're about to die. Aren't you going to do something?"
Wen Yan was wearing an apron that made him look every bit the househusband, deftly flipping and stir-frying the food.
Without even looking up, he picked up a piece of stir-fried beef and held it to Tang Suining's lips. "Try it. Is it good?"
A few minutes later, annoyed by the noise outside, Wen Yan picked up a short black blade and went out.
When he came back, it was completely quiet outside.
A little ash clung to him. He was just about to discreetly step back when Tang Suining grabbed him and roughly wiped his face with her sleeve.
The next second, the man who had just cut down a whole crowd outside froze on the spot, his neck turning red all the way to his ears.
He stumbled half a step back, his voice suddenly weak. "D-don't stand so close."
Tang Suining laughed.
Who would have thought that the legendary aloof mountain god of Gaoligong Mountain was, in private, such a shy little chef?
