QT: The Rescue Of The Miserable Bigshots-Chapter 335 - 11.8

"Is dinner ready?"

Jiang Jiamian slowly walked downstairs and happened to see Zhou Mushen carrying a plate of food upstairs.

Seeing him come down, Zhou Mushen seemed to be stunned for a moment before stopping. "I was just about to bring it up to you."

Jiang Jiamian pointed at the dining table, which was now spotless and gleaming. "I couldn’t wait for you to finish cleaning at noon. If I keep eating in the bedroom, it’ll start to smell."

Zhou Mushen: "..."

Then how did you manage to make your bedroom look like that before?

However, Zhou Mushen’s gaze soon fell on Jiang Jiamian’s neat hair and clean shirt, and an odd sense of dissonance rose in his heart.

The person in front of him didn’t seem to match that bedroom at all.

Too clean.

And... was it just his imagination? Even the most recent Chapter this person had updated felt different from before.

The writing style appeared unchanged, but there was a faint sense of deliberate imitation.

Yet the plot development itself was, in his discerning eyes, completely different from the previous direction and logical chain.

Countless thoughts churned in Zhou Mushen’s mind, but his hands had already placed the dishes on the table. "Okay."

Even now, he wasn’t sure if he had lost his mind, impulsively coming here to replace the original housekeeper.

The whole situation baffled him.

A few days ago, he had discovered that the novel he’d been following, A Drunken Song of Swords, had stopped updating. Out of pure curiosity, he had asked someone to investigate.

At the time, it truly was just curiosity.

But then something strange happened. Yesterday, the moment he received the author’s information, an intense urge surged in his heart to go see him.

To meet this person.

"Sit down and eat together."

Jiang Jiamian lounged in his chair, idly picked up his silverware, flipped it once, tapped it lightly on the table, and then reached for a piece of braised pork rib.

He couldn’t help feeling suspicious. Was this guy secretly a chef or something?

Lunch at noon hadn’t been delicious just because he was hungry.

It was because Zhou Mushen’s cooking possessed a peculiar magic. At first bite, it didn’t feel astonishing or overwhelming, but after tasting it carefully, it made people want a second bite... and then a third.

Even though Jiang Jiamian had experienced countless small worlds and tasted innumerable delicacies, even food enhanced by spiritual energy in cultivation worlds, none of them left the same lingering aftertaste as Zhou Mushen’s cooking.

It was all ordinary home-style food, nothing flashy. Yet once swallowed, it was impossible not to crave more. One meal was enough to leave a deep, unforgettable impression.

If spiritual cuisine in cultivation worlds was like a stunning beauty at first glance, then Zhou Mushen’s dishes were plain and unassuming, yet endlessly memorable.

Seeing Jiang Jiamian’s obvious enthusiasm, Zhou Mushen couldn’t help smiling. He turned back to the kitchen, bringing out the remaining dishes one by one and placing them closest to Jiang Jiamian.

Then, without hesitation, he sat down beside him.

After all, living and eating together had been agreed upon beforehand.

If not for Jiang Jiamian eating in bed at noon... and ordering him to clean the bedroom...

Zhou Mushen turned his head slightly, watching the person eating with focused intensity, and found it unexpectedly amusing.

After missing a meal, this guy showed not the slightest remorse.

Zhou Mushen calmly watched Jiang Jiamian hook the plate of ribs directly in front of himself with a single finger, pretending not to notice, and served himself a piece of vegetable onto his plate.

He remembered how, when that overwhelming urge to meet the author had first appeared, after a brief shock, he hadn’t resisted it.

He had always believed in fate. Since the thought had arisen, he felt compelled to confront it, to see what exactly was pulling at his heart.

But holding the information in his hand, he soon found himself trapped in a dilemma.

Even knowing the address, what excuse could he possibly use to meet him?

He couldn’t exactly show up at the door and say, I’m here to urge you to update, could he?

That would be ridiculous.

Though readers often joked about urging updates with knives, if he actually did that, Jiang Jiamian would probably call the police and label him a pervert.

Fortunately, just when he was at a loss, someone conveniently handed him a pillow.

The investigator reported that Jiang Jiamian had just booked housekeeping services.

When Zhou Mushen arrived, he had planned to work for one hour and leave. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Yet what was even stranger than his sudden urge to visit was what happened the moment Jiang Jiamian opened the door.

When he met those deep, whirlpool-like eyes, Zhou Mushen almost instinctively, without thinking, blurted out a ridiculous story about winning a prize and providing free, all-around service.

By the time he realized what he was saying, he was horrified.

What was he doing? What was he even talking about?

Had he completely lost his mind?

Why, upon meeting the author, had he suddenly become so brainless that he volunteered to be a housekeeper?

And the other person probably wouldn’t believe such nonsense...

Yet while still questioning his sanity, Zhou Mushen found himself fabricating more and more explanations in response to Jiang Jiamian’s questions.

"Then don’t rush to clean. Get me something to eat first."

Just as Zhou Mushen thought his made-up story had failed, Jiang Jiamian took a step back and said that.

He believed it?

"What are you thinking about? You’re spacing out."

A slightly muffled voice suddenly sounded beside him, followed by a nudge to his elbow.

Zhou Mushen snapped back. "Nothing."

Sigh. What’s done is done.

It’s just housekeeping. He’ll do it properly.

Jiang Jiamian raised an eyebrow and pushed the plate of ribs toward him. "Is it really necessary to look so miserable while eating? Look, I left you two pieces. Don’t say I mistreated you when you leave."

Zhou Mushen stared at the plate, there really were only two pieces left, and silently forced a professional smile. "I remember stewing two and a half pounds."

Jiang Jiamian blinked. "Oh? Really?"

Zhou Mushen smiled stiffly. "Yes."

He’d only been distracted for a moment, how did this guy manage to eat so fast?

Jiang Jiamian looked completely innocent. "Then I’m really kind! I ate just over two pounds and still left you two pieces instead of one."

Zhou Mushen: "..."

Zhou Mushen maintained his strained smile. "How kind of you... truly touching."

It seemed that if he didn’t want to starve next time, he would have to cook more.