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Marrying the Male Lead’s Disabled Uncle – Chapter 08

Marrying the Male Lead’s Disabled Uncle - Chapter 08

Chapter 8 Witnessing the whole process of eating and drinking for free 

The kitchen was already occupied, so Pei Lang picked out his own ingredients and hesitated for a moment. His eyes wandered to the steaming dishes being carefully arranged on the dining table, each one exuding an irresistible aroma. His stomach growled in response.

He swallowed, his beautiful eyes locked onto the food like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey. He wanted nothing more than to pounce and devour it all.

Pei Lang had always loved to eat. More than acting, eating was one of the greatest pleasures in his life. When he was a child, his father had been strict, especially about food. Since Pei Lang trained in martial arts, his father controlled his diet meticulously, forbidding junk food and insisting on home-cooked meals—despite having zero talent in cooking. His “nutritious” meals often turned into dark culinary disasters, and Pei Lang suffered through them, even enduring a bout of food poisoning once. He had been so sick he missed an entire martial arts class.

Even so, his father never gave up.

Later, when Pei Lang applied to a music college, he had to protect his voice, which meant avoiding spicy and greasy foods. After graduating and entering the entertainment industry, he had to maintain his figure, so he watched others eat delicious food while he stuck to a strict diet. It had been a lifetime of restraint.

But this body…

After days of training, Pei Lang had discovered something miraculous—no matter how much he ate, he didn’t gain weight.

That meant he was finally free to eat whatever he wanted.

The problem now was that Yan Han’s meals, prepared by the housekeeper, were nutritious, beautifully plated, and undeniably delicious. Meanwhile, Pei Lang could only cook simple home-cooked dishes. Worse, he was broke. He couldn’t even afford to think about extravagant meals, let alone buy ingredients for them.

As he stood there sighing over his unfortunate fate, the housekeeper suddenly received a call from Su Jia.

Pei Lang wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but he picked up on the gist of the conversation—Yan Han had an unexpected work commitment and wouldn’t be coming home for dinner.

His eyes lit up.

A whole table of delicious food…

And no one to eat it.

Pei Lang saw his chance. He turned to the housekeeper with a bright smile. “Auntie, Mr. Yan isn’t coming back for dinner?”

The housekeeper barely spared him a glance, wiping down the kitchen counters.

“Then how about I help him eat it?” Pei Lang suggested, grinning.

The housekeeper’s face darkened instantly. She was about to scold him when Pei Lang quickly raised a hand in defense.

“Auntie, wait! Hear me out!” He cleared his throat and put on his most sincere expression. “Mr. Yan allows me to come in and out of the kitchen freely, right? And he lets me take any ingredients I want. Now, what does that mean?”

The housekeeper glared at him, unimpressed.

Pei Lang answered his own question, beaming. “It means I have privileges!”

She scoffed. “These meals are specially prepared for Mr. Yan. Not just anyone can eat them.”

Pei Lang nodded solemnly. “Of course, I understand that. Mr. Yan is important. His meals are important. But…” He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice as if sharing a great secret. “Wouldn’t it be a shame to let such beautifully prepared food go to waste?”

The housekeeper hesitated.

Yan Han hadn’t explicitly forbidden Pei Lang from eating the meals, and if no one ate them, they would be thrown out.

Besides…

She had spent years preparing Yan Han’s meals, but the man ate like a machine—indifferent, emotionless, treating food as nothing more than fuel. It was rare for her cooking to be appreciated. Over time, she had forgotten what it felt like to have someone genuinely enjoy her food.

Pei Lang, on the other hand, looked like he was starving just from the smell alone.

Noticing her hesitation, Pei Lang struck while the iron was hot. “Look, Auntie, I was just about to cook my own dinner. That means these ingredients would have gone completely to waste anyway.” He spread his hands dramatically. “Now, if I eat these instead, it’s almost like I’m saving resources, don’t you think?”

The housekeeper’s expression remained unreadable, but Pei Lang could see the subtle shift in her posture.

“Besides,” he continued, his voice turning softer, “I can smell the care you put into your cooking. It’s honestly such a blessing to be able to taste your food. Mr. Yan may not say it, but I’m sure he does enjoy your cooking. He’s just not great at expressing it.”

The housekeeper’s eyes flickered with a trace of surprise.

Pei Lang pressed on. “Think about it—Mr. Yan is someone who values excellence. The people working for him were all carefully selected. If your skills weren’t exceptional, would you still be here after all these years?”

That did it.

For the first time, the housekeeper really looked at Pei Lang.

After a long pause, she sighed. “This is the only time. Mr. Yan rarely misses dinner, and Assistant Su will always inform me in advance. Don’t expect this to happen again.”

Pei Lang immediately bowed in gratitude. “Thank you, Auntie! You’re truly the best!”

Without wasting another second, he rushed to the dining table and eagerly began his meal.

The dishes were light yet packed with flavor, carefully crafted with minimal seasoning to enhance the natural taste of the ingredients. It was clear that each dish had been perfected over time—countless attempts, countless hours of refining until they reached this level.

Pei Lang took his first bite, and his eyes widened slightly.

Then, he took another.

And another.

Before he knew it, he was eating with unstoppable enthusiasm, savoring every bite, murmuring words of praise between mouthfuls.

“Amazing… absolutely delicious… Auntie, you’re incredible…”

His movements were quick but elegant—devouring the food without looking crude. Instead, he exuded an almost hypnotic charm, making it enjoyable to watch him eat.

The housekeeper, despite herself, found her lips twitching upward slightly.

For the first time in a long time, she felt something while watching someone eat her food.

Satisfaction.

Pride.

Pei Lang had unknowingly reminded her of what it meant to cook not just for the sake of duty, but for the joy of sharing.

She stepped back, arms crossed, and simply watched him eat, a rare warmth settling in her chest.

Pei Lang ate to his heart’s content, savoring every bite, while Aunt Lin stood nearby, unknowingly filled with a sense of accomplishment. For a moment, she forgot about her previous dislike for him and simply watched as he enjoyed her cooking. It wasn’t until he had nearly finished and carefully packed away a plate of crystal shrimp dumplings in the refrigerator that she suddenly snapped back to reality.

“What are you doing?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

Pei Lang turned to her with a calm expression, lightly patting his stomach. “Didn’t Auntie say that I won’t always have the chance to eat like this? I could manage on my own, but I figured I’d save these for breakfast tomorrow. Or maybe for a midnight snack if I get hungry later.” His voice was soft, with just the right amount of self-pity.

Aunt Lin’s brows furrowed, but instead of scolding him, she hesitated.

Before she could respond, Pei Lang gently added, “Besides, your cooking is amazing. It would be a shame to waste it.”

That was all it took.

Aunt Lin exhaled, then decisively took the plate back out of the refrigerator. “If you can eat it, eat it. If you want more, just tell me. I’ll make extra next time. Mr. Yan’s appetite is small, and there’s always leftovers.”

Pei Lang’s clear eyes sparkled as he gazed at her with undisguised gratitude. His long, jade-like fingers absentmindedly fiddled with the ruffled edge of Aunt Lin’s apron, making him look like a pitiful child seeking comfort.

“Really? You’re sure Mr. Yan won’t mind?”

“Don’t be fooled by how cold he looks. Mr. Yan is actually a kind person. He lets you use the kitchen freely, doesn’t he? That means he won’t care about something as small as this,” Aunt Lin replied matter-of-factly.

Pei Lang immediately beamed. “Aunt Lin, thank you! You’re so good to me!”

Aunt Lin’s heart softened.

Pei Lang sighed wistfully, rubbing the back of his neck. “I lost my mother when I was little, so I never really knew what maternal love felt like. Maybe I’m mistaken, but… Aunt Lin, you feel like a mother to me.”

Then, as if realizing how absurd that sounded, he let out a self-deprecating chuckle. “I’m sorry, that must’ve sounded silly. How would I even know what maternal love feels like?”

His words were simple, his expression half-joking, half-serious, but the loneliness in his voice struck a chord.

Aunt Lin, already softened by his earlier words, suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

As a mother herself, how could she bear to see a child so lost?

In that moment, Pei Lang was no longer just a shameless young man trying to scam free food—he was a pitiful child, one who had never known a mother’s love.

Her heart clenched.

“Xiao Lang,” she murmured, gently patting his hand. “From now on, just call me Aunt Lin. If you ever need me, just ask.”

“Aunt Lin…” Pei Lang repeated softly, his voice carrying the perfect amount of emotion.

Aunt Lin sighed deeply, as if she had just taken on a responsibility she couldn’t refuse.

With that, their relationship was solidified.

Pei Lang had successfully secured his food supply.

He quickly packed away the dumplings with a cheeky grin. “Then I’ll save these for a midnight snack. I must still be growing—I get hungry easily at night.”

Growing? At twenty-seven?

Aunt Lin simply laughed, shaking her head. “Alright, alright. Eat whenever you like. Now go rest.”

Pei Lang obediently helped clean up before heading upstairs, but not before flashing a victorious smile the moment his back was turned.

Everyone in this villa is just too cute.

What he didn’t realize was that someone had witnessed the entire scene.

Yan Han had seen everything.

At first, Yan Han hadn’t planned on checking the villa’s surveillance. He didn’t normally concern himself with Pei Lang’s activities—after all, he wasn’t his responsibility.

However, earlier that evening, his men had reported that Yan Xiuyuan was planning something against Pei Lang.

Yan Han hadn’t bothered to warn him.

It wasn’t his problem. Pei Lang had dug his own grave by pestering Yan Xiuyuan all those years, and if karma was catching up to him, that was none of his concern.

Or at least, that’s what Yan Han told himself.

But for some reason, he had still checked the cameras.

What he saw left him momentarily speechless.

Pei Lang—who had once been desperate to chase after Yan Xiuyuan, who was infamous for his arrogance—was now using all his tricks just to scam food?

Yan Han narrowed his eyes.

Was he really this short on food?

This man, who once shamelessly flaunted himself, was now pulling off such an elaborate act just for a free meal?

Yan Han couldn’t tell if he was impressed or just thoroughly confused.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Pei Lang flopped onto his bed, patting his full stomach with satisfaction. The day had been long, and before he knew it, he had drifted off into a deep sleep.

At Lingyan Bar, Yan Xiuyuan and Pei Ziqing sat in a luxurious private booth, their patience growing thin.

Pei Lang had not shown up.

This was wrong.

Pei Lang had always used Pei Ziqing as an excuse to chase after Yan Xiuyuan. And now, the moment Yan Xiuyuan had personally invited him, he was late?

Yan Xiuyuan frowned. There were only two possible explanations—either something had happened, or Pei Lang was playing games.

Pei Ziqing, sensing his growing irritation, immediately spoke up. “Xiuyuan, what if my brother couldn’t find the place?”

Yan Xiuyuan scoffed. “Hah. It’s possible that idiot got lost.”

But even as he said it, he didn’t quite believe it.

He refused to accept that Pei Lang would dare to stand him up.

No one stood him up.

Pei Ziqing, playing the concerned younger brother, placed a delicate hand on Yan Xiuyuan’s arm. “Brother probably took a taxi, but it’s a busy night. Maybe there’s traffic?”

Yes.

That made sense.

There was no way Pei Lang had suddenly lost interest.

“Humph! We’ll wait a few more minutes,” Yan Xiuyuan muttered, tapping his fingers impatiently against the table.

Pei Ziqing lowered his gaze, hiding the flicker of frustration in his eyes.

Pei Lang… you better show up.

 

Marrying the Male Lead’s Disabled Uncle [BL]

Marrying the Male Lead’s Disabled Uncle [BL]

[穿书]嫁给男主的残疾小叔
Score 8.9
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: , Released: 2023 Native Language: Chinese
A Double-Faced Disabled CEO Tops a Book-Traveling Black-Bellied Fox Movie Star Yan Han x Pei Lang The movie star Pei Lang transmigrated into a BL novel and became a vicious cannon fodder character who was despised and cursed by everyone, with terrible acting skills. The original owner of the cannon fodder tried every means to seduce the male protagonist, but unfortunately, the male protagonist only had eyes and heart for the main love interest. In order to get close to the male protagonist, the cannon fodder married the male protagonist's disabled uncle, becoming a contract couple. Before leaving, the cheating system gave Pei Lang a useless cheat code. Pei Lang looked at the boss in front of him—a man who appeared cold and sinister on the outside but was lively and childish on the inside—and roared, "Uncle, can you have more inner drama!?" Later, the little cannon fodder that everyone despised and reviled underwent a transformation. He cut his long hair, swapped his sexy deep V-necks for more modest attire, removed his heavy makeup, and became effortlessly charming with every frown and smile. He could sing and act, captivating the entire internet, including the male lead who once stepped on him to establish his own deep and loyal character. A certain male protagonist: "Xiao Lang, be with me. I know you still like me; otherwise, you wouldn’t have deliberately approached my uncle." Pei Lang curled his lips: "Standing on Pei Ziqing's side, you should call me 'big brother.' Following your uncle, I am also your elder. Nephew, please respect yourself." My uncle is a childish guy who always maintains the image of a cold and domineering boss. He is loyal and protective, and he is rich, but he is not very good at pursuing people. One day, the cold-faced boss drove his wheelchair and locked onto his prey, cornering him. He placed his hands on Pei Lang's waist. Pei Lang looked down at the boss, whose expression was stiff and awkward, and asked, "What are you... doing?" "Can't you see? I'm doing a wall-bang." The tutorials in the books are all fake. You can't hold someone in your arms while sitting in a wheelchair. I'm going to sue the author of the book! [A certain boss roars] “Wall… wall dong!?” Pei Lang was stunned, the corners of his mouth twitching. He glanced at the palm supporting his waist and shifted slightly.

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