Wolf Two and his wife had been married for years, but meals with meat were rare.

One paralyzed, the other with severe lung disease—they were half-dead souls who earned little from work.

"Since when did your Second Uncle, an old man good for nothing, get so generous? What a surprise," Sister Wolf Seven murmured from her sickbed, watching Luo Yu pressure-cook ribs. Her mouth watered uncontrollably. "Xiao Yu, when will it be ready? It smells heavenly."

"Don’t rush, Sister Seven. Try the broth first." Luo Yu ladled a bowl of thick soup with meat scraps and bones, then wrapped leaves around the bowl to avoid burns.

Tiptoeing to the bed, she held the bowl to Madam Wolf’s lips and spoon-fed her gently.

"Oh, Xiao Yu, my hands still work!" Sister Seven flustered.

"It’s fine." Luo Yu pinned the woman’s trembling right hand down, locking eyes. "With me here, everything’s alright."

Sister Seven’s cheeks flushed pink.

"Good?"

"G-good... Xiao Yu, you really..."

Seeing Sister Seven’s flustered blush, a strange thrill surged in Luo Yu’s chest. She clenched her fist, thumped her own chest, and growled under her breath: "*Yoshi!*"

"*Never imagined it—thirty-two years as a virgin across two lifetimes, and finally a woman’s heart beats for me.*" Her thoughts raced. "*Pity I lack a certain... equipment in this life. Otherwise, I’d shed my nerdy virgin status today.*"

"*Still—being a domineering CEO feels this amazing? One slab of meat, and she’s wrapped around my finger.*" Luo Yu’s lips curled. "*Heh heh heh... Hahahaha! My harem days in this new world are just around the corner.*"

Sister Seven finished the broth and noticed the girl’s odd expression. "Xiao Yu? You okay?"

"*Cough—cough—*" Luo Yu pounded her back, choking. "Fine! Just... choked on my own spit. Give me a sec."

"...You’re something else," Sister Seven giggled behind her hand.

"You want *interesting*?" Recovered, Luo Yu darted to the bed. Her fingers lifted the hem of her skirt slowly, inching upward as she whispered with a coy smile: "Sister Seven... let me show you something *truly* interesting..."

Silence.

Just as Luo Yu felt victory near, the front door slammed violently.

Loud. Urgent.

Her good mood evaporated. Scowling, she yanked her skirt down, hopped off the bed, and stomped to the door, hands in pockets. "Who’s there? Which clueless old fool’s ruining my moment?"

She flung the door open—Uncle Wolf Two’s weathered face stared back, stern and simmering with anger.

Luo Yu: "...Hi." She slammed the door shut. "Polite girls don’t open doors for shady-looking uncles."

***SLAM! SLAM-SLAM!!!***

"*Ugh—fine!*" She wrenched the door open again. "Uncle Two, what’s so urgent?"

"This is *my* house. Can’t I come home?" He barged in, deliberately shoving her aside. "Huh. When did a pretty little thief sneak in?"

"Who’s a thief?!" Luo Yu scrambled up, dusting off her pants. "Listen up, *rival*—Sister Seven’s about to be won over by me. You’ll be the one kicked out!"

Uncle Two wordlessly thrust a palm toward her. "My pork. I need it for a gift. Hand it over."

"All gone!" Luo Yu danced back, sticking out her tongue. "Every bit of that rib—devoured! Nya-nya-nya!"

Unfazed, Uncle Two pointed a finger at the door. "*Out.*"

"I’m not leaving! This is my new home!"

His glare turned icy. "*OUT!*"

Luo Yu flinched, arms stiffening. She retreated silently, then called over her shoulder: "Enjoy your meal! Hope you two make babies soon—"

"*OUT.*"

Luo Yu: "...Fine."

She tripped over the threshold, scrambled up, shot one last look at the man’s stony face, and fled.

"Brat," Uncle Two muttered. He pulled back the bedroom curtain. "Ah Qi, I’m back."

"Old Two," his wife greeted him from bed. "Tired from work? Eat first. Xiao Yu cooked so much—braised pork, meatballs, stewed ribs..."

"*Sigh.* Don’t remind me." He forced a smile. "That fifteen-jin slab of ribs? I meant to bribe a Champion at the tavern to heal you. Now it’s gone—money and meat, both wasted."

Sister Seven chuckled. "What does it matter? Even if we found a Champion, why would someone like that help penniless nobodies like us?"

"You don’t understand—"

Hunger won out. Uncle Two headed to the kitchen—and froze.

A small table held seven or eight bowls of meticulously cooked meat dishes, each unique.

"*She really cooked it all...*"

Silent, he carried the entire table into the bedroom.

"Eat," he said flatly.

Between bites, Sister Seven mused aloud: "Xiao Yu’s skills... her looks... whoever marries her will be blessed for eight lifetimes."

"Who’d tolerate her weirdness? She’s born to be a streetwalker, just like Mei Zi!" Uncle Two scoffed.

"You old fool—"

His gaze snapped to the window. A familiar figure passed by. He rushed out.

"Well?" he demanded. "Find a Champion? Will they save you?"

The man sighed. "Found a woman from the Champion’s party. She took the gift but refused help. Said we’re born peasants—we should’ve died long ago."

"...I see." Uncle Two’s smile turned bitter. "Guess no one can save Ah Qi."

"Peasant blood, that’s all we are." The man turned to leave. "Don’t bother delivering gifts, Old Two. Champions ignore trash like us. I’ll just... wait for death. Have a pleasant meal."

Uncle Two trudged back inside. "Ah Qi, let’s eat."

Sister Seven paused, chopsticks hovering. "Where’s Xiao Yu? Call her in. That girl worked herself ragged cooking for us. We can’t ignore her."

Uncle Two stiffened. "That brat... hasn’t eaten?"

"What could she eat? No beastkin traits—raw meat gives her diarrhea." Sister Seven pulled a pouch of gritty powder from her robes. "See? She survives on rice husk powder. Nasty stuff. Her body’s closer to humans than Demon Kind—she barely digests it."

Uncle Two squeezed his thigh hard. "*I know.*"

He searched outside but found only another girl Luo Yu’s age—Xiong Thirteen Sister lighting firecrackers in the street.

"Uncle Wolf Two!" she chirped, looking up. "Ditching your wife to wander? Worried Xiao Yu’ll steal Sister Seven?"

"Not now." His face tightened. "Where’s Luo Yu?"

"Oh! She went home to Mei Zi." Xiong Thirteen Sister grinned. "But she left a message for you."

"What? Tell me!" He gripped her shoulders, shoving two coins into her pocket.

"Hold on—let me recall..." She tapped her head. "Ah! She said she’s the *future Emperor*, *Champion-slayer*, *world savior*—boasted a bunch of nonsense about being all-powerful. But the real message: *Don’t fear Sister Seven’s illness. One day, Luo Yu will be omnipotent. Start saving coins now. Grovel. Bring gifts.*"

Uncle Two nodded slowly. "That’s all?"

"And she laughed smugly." Xiong Thirteen Sister mimicked Luo Yu’s tone: "*Peasants are fools by nature. But Her Grace Luo Yu is merciful. Today’s offense? Forgiven.*"