Tang Yawen’s Concerns

“I’m sorry… please don’t kill me…” Tang Yawen bowed deeply to Mu Yue.

Lin Yuxuan was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear.

What was wrong with this girl now…?

“It’s okay, haha. I’ve never scared someone before.
Tang Yawen, you’re actually pretty cute~” Mu Yue giggled.

Mu Yue didn’t take the little incident seriously.
If anything, she found this shy classmate interesting.

So polite on first meeting.

Though… something was a little off.

As a genjuku, Mu Yue knew how to keep conversations smooth.
Her warm attitude quickly dissolved the awkwardness,
and Tang Yawen’s fear of the unfamiliar senior began to fade.

“Wenwen, sit down. I’ll cook dinner with Senior Mu Yue.
We’ll eat soon~”

Seeing the atmosphere relax, Lin Yuxuan felt relieved.
She’d been worried Wenwen wouldn’t get along with others.
But Mu Yue’s incredible inclusiveness—
even a severe shut-in like Wenwen could adapt—
meant she could finally focus on cooking.

“But I’m a guest too… I should help…”
Tang Yawen wanted to contribute.
She didn’t know much, but she had to help Xuanxuan.
She couldn’t let herself be outshone by the red-haired senior.

Otherwise, it’d hurt too much.

Tang Yawen didn’t know why she felt this way.
But whenever she saw another excellent girl near Xuanxuan,
her heart clenched with tension.

“Ah~ Just sit, okay? Dinner’s almost ready~ Be a good girl~”
Lin Yuxuan said in a motherly tone.

She knew Wenwen’s cooking skills barely reached instant noodles.
Better to let her wait and eat.
Meanwhile, she and Mu Yue could discuss their food channel’s future direction.

“O-okay…” Tang Yawen sat on the couch, looking pitiful.

Lin Yuxuan and Mu Yue headed to the kitchen.

Mu Yue had brought plenty of ingredients too—
mostly small seafood.
They didn’t even need to coordinate—
their tastes aligned perfectly.

Lin Yuxuan skillfully removed the tiny bones from baby squid.
Mu Yue scrubbed the crayfish.

“Xuanxuan, we analyzed our video’s audience…
Most people aren’t here for the cooking.”

“Then… what are they watching for…?”

Mu Yue pulled out her phone, opened their first video.

The video started with their intro—
a white-haired girl and a red-haired girl cheek-to-cheek.

Danmaku:
“Ahahaha I live for cute girls snuggling!”
“AWSL, they’re so adorable!”
“I want to cuddle with girls too… if only I were cute…”
“They’re both my waifus! Who disagrees?!”
“That yellow danmaku… are you thinking dirty thoughts?!”

The intro ended quickly.

Then came Mu Yue’s cooking segment.
The danmaku turned to mourning.

“No! Why did the intro end so fast?!”
👍 “Main content over” (massively liked—clearly, many agreed)
“Let me see the girls snuggle again! I’ll do anything! Charging? I’ll charge, okay~!”

“Charging” referred to viewer donations—
like readers tipping an author.

“Ah… so they don’t really care about cooking…
They just want to see us… get close on camera…”

“Exactly. I noticed too.
But over half the viewers watched the entire video.
The intro hooked them, and the content kept them.
That means we’re on the right track.”
Mu Yue’s point: We should do more intimate on-camera interactions.

“Mm, but Xiao Yue… won’t your phone get damaged from water?”
Lin Yuxuan noticed Mu Yue watching her phone while washing vegetables.

“No problem. My phone is fully waterproof. I can rinse it under the tap.”

Mu Yue held her phone under the faucet, washing it clean.

“Wow… such an amazing phone…”

Ugh… rich people! Evil capitalism!
When I’m rich, I’ll buy a waterproof phone too!

…

Meanwhile, Tang Yawen sat alone in the living room,
feeling abandoned.

“Are Xuanxuan and Senior Mu Yue really just cooking?
Or…?”

Her imagination—fueled by being a yuri manga artist—
ran wild.

“Ah~ No! You can’t do that while cooking! Germs! Germs!”

“No! You shouldn’t do that anywhere!”

The more she thought, the more terrified she became.
Those dreams…
Especially that Lady Ximen…
It had become a trauma.
She knew it was just a dream—
but waking up, her heart still shook.

“I… I have to check…”

If she didn’t peek into the kitchen,
she wouldn’t be able to eat dinner.

A delicious-looking soup. Poison. Lady Ximen.

“Just a quick look… just one…”

Tang Yawen crept toward the kitchen.

Lin Yuxuan and Mu Yue were busy cooking—
no attention for anything else.
They didn’t notice the spy.

A chef’s knife sat on the cutting board.
Both girls reached for it at the same time—
their small hands touched.

Xuanxuan felt Mu Yue’s hand.

And Tang Yawen saw it.

Waaah… Xuanxuan… you can’t… that’s not allowed…

Her fear turned solid.

No… Xuanxuan must’ve just accidentally touched her… waaah…

Lin Yuxuan and Mu Yue froze.
When they realized what happened, they immediately pulled apart.

Phew… they let go… I knew Xuanxuan wouldn’t do that…
Tang Yawen relaxed slightly.

But then—Mu Yue and Lin Yuxuan leaned in.
Their faces grew incredibly close—
cheek to cheek.

Huh… this is… waaah…

Tang Yawen felt her heart clench.

Her blood turned to ice.

She returned to the couch, defeated.

“So… the dream did come true?
Will I always be bullied by redheads…? Waaah…”

Meanwhile, Lin Yuxuan—

“Will this kind of promotion really increase fan loyalty?
Shouldn’t a food show focus on food?”

Lin Yuxuan asked, blushing as her face pressed against Mu Yue’s.

She knew Mu Yue was using “filming” as an excuse to get close—
but Mu Yue had to approve Wenwen’s club application,
so she played along.

Besides… snuggling was nice…

“Of course it works! It will work!
As long as we do yuri content, everything will be fine~”

Mu Yue snapped a photo—
two girls cheek-to-cheek.

“We’ll post updates every now and then to boost engagement.
Fans will follow us just for this.
They’ll wonder—are they really yuri, or just pretending?
To find out, they’ll keep watching.
This way, we sustain their curiosity.”

“Alright… I’ll do whatever you say.”