My Supermodel Wife - Chapter 21 - Waiting For You To Come Home

Zhen Yuanbai, the good student, accidentally injured Shi Bufan, the school bully, after a crash. Blood spilled everywhere.

Shao Qing grew up in the orphanage. In order to survive he went to school during the day and worked part-time at a restaurant during night, becoming a proficient cook. He was looking for his parents when he got into a traffic accident and died. He was reborn into decades before and activated the portable space in his jade pendant. He grew many kinds of flowers, planted trees and sold fruits, opened a restaurant and filmed videos.

In this time when internet celebrities are all on the rage, I must stand above the other shows.

Boss Ling Senhao: Lately I’ve taken a liking to this one person. Long legs, slender waist, really good at acting and the key point is he makes good food. Say, should I sign him or should I sign him?
Mo Shaoqing: So we only agree to work together?
Everyone: Male god Mo’s food is so delicious *cries*
Mo Shaoqing: Actually I’m a cook who’d being held back by my acting work!

In short, this is a gourmet internet celebrity. He started with private kitchen, exploded from forums to weibo then to the entertainment world, from China to overseas, getting the attention of everyone.

The guide to eating:
1. There’s a little bun, but the main character doesn’t have double gender.
2. Sunny handsome fine dining expert Shou × half-chinese foodie elite Gong.
3. Last year’s, mainly about good food, a bit of Xuanhuan, as well as some showbiz.
4. (Mary) Sue novel, there’s a golden finger.

- Description from Novelupdates

Only a pure maiden can have a privilege to make contract with a spirit.

In Areishia Acadamy, maidens from noble family were gathered there, giving them an elite education to become a spirit contractor. A boy Kamito, by accident he peeped on a girl, Clair, who was taking a bath, and he even made a contract with spirit that she wanted.

Kamito was actually an irregular male spirit contractor, which should not exist.

Gripes have their origins and debts have their creditors. We haven’t crossed each other in days past or present, nor formed any grudges. I am but duty-bound to carry this out, so apologies in advance!