The Virtuous Idol Miss Mary

The silver safety valve stands atop the pressure cooker, twirling and dancing like a veiled ballerina amidst the symphony of steam release.

The guest, who had left without saying goodbye, tried to sneak away, but was stopped by Morubec, who was guarding the gate. With its eyes closed, the smell of beef and spices filled its nose. The guest wrapped its arms around its neck and nuzzled against it.

"Mobe~"

Overwhelmed with emotion, Morubek uncontrollably stood on tiptoe, reached out, and tried to give the pressure cooker a big hug, then touched her veil and lifted her skirt.

It wasn't until Ralts reached out and, under the pretext of attempting to molest Miss Beef Soup, pinned Morpeko to the ground and caught him red-handed.

Ralts looked up, her gaze passing through the pressure cooker to the nearly overcooked beef inside, and she couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Little ones, wait a little longer. It's dangerous to open the pressure cooker before all the pressure has been released," Wei Xin reminded them with a wry smile, even though he was also starving.

"Ding-dong." The ringtone attracted Wei Xin's attention.

Perhaps it was Mary who came to see Morubek. Thinking this, Wei Xin took off the apron with the chubby girl printed on it, hung it on the wall, walked to the door, and looked through the peephole at the guest at the door.

Wearing a green Chinese-style school uniform, a red ribbon, and black pigtails, Mary stood on the doormat, arms crossed, constantly looking around anxiously. Clearly, Miss Mary was frantic with worry over Morbeco's disappearance.

"Hello, have you seen a Morbeko?" Before Wei Xin could fully open the door, Mary asked eagerly. Not being fluent in Donghuang language, she spoke very quickly.

As a result, Wei Xin didn't understand anything except for the last four words, "Morubek".

Upon seeing Wei Xin's full appearance, Mary's face showed surprise, then, as if she had seen a glimmer of hope, she said, word by word, "My Morupai is gone! Did you see it when we parted?"

"Young Miss Mary, may I ask if you lost the golden Morbeco, the silver Morbeco, or the Morbeco that sneaked into my house to drink milk and is planning to have dinner with us?" Wei Xin joked.

As soon as he finished speaking, Morubek had already walked to the front door, stood at Wei Xin's feet, and waved to Mary.

"Mobe Mobe!"

"Hey, Morpeko, what are you doing at someone else's house? I'll teach you a lesson when I get back!" Marie said, hands on her hips, feigning anger. Then she took out a Poké Ball and prepared to recall Morpeko.

Morpeko shifted its feet, avoiding the red light of the Poké Ball, and hid behind Wei Xin's feet, hugging his leg.

"Don't cause trouble for others." Mary rolled up her sleeves, bent down, and tried to grab Morbeco.

"Mobe!"

Morubek yelled, turned around, and ran back to the living room.

"Morbeco, come back!" Mary commanded, but Morbeco ignored her and dashed into the kitchen.

Looking up at Wei Xin's face, Mary felt a little shy because of Morubek's behavior, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

"Little Morube is waiting for his dinner. Mary, have you had dinner yet?" Wei Xin asked.

"If you haven't eaten it, would you mind tasting it for me? Maybe I made a little too much."

At that moment, Mary smelled the rich aroma wafting from Wei Xin's kitchen and suddenly felt hungry, her mouth uncontrollably starting to salivate.

But as an idol, how can you just have dinner with anyone?

Mary was about to refuse when her stomach growled first.

"Gurgle~~"

Mary squatted shyly by the door, covering her burning face with her hands, but her reddened ears betrayed her.

She quietly moved her fingers away, looked at Wei Xin, and said in a barely audible voice, "Well, sorry to bother you."

Mary had long heard that Donghuang's food was the best in the world. After two months in Donghuang, she had eaten a lot of food on the streets and alleys and thought that Donghuang food was no different from ordinary industrial food. The so-called best in the world was just Donghuang people's own boasting.

No matter how delicious the food is, it's still just for filling your stomach.

Only today did she realize that food can also be enjoyed.

Using chopsticks somewhat clumsily, Mali picked up a piece of brown beef from the pot and put it in her mouth. Like starch, the beef became tender the moment it came into contact with saliva, and the aroma locked inside the meat burst out in her mouth along with the broth.

Served with soft, sticky white rice, it's a perfect dish.

Isn't this better than bread with jam, or dinner made by a white wife?

[You can't do it again, you'll gain weight if you do.]

Despite thinking this, Mary couldn't stop talking.

Why does Mary's inner voice have an accent?

Drinking the broth made Mary's fair face turn slightly red. She took off her green coat, revealing a cute pink dress with a girlish vibe. Glistening beads of sweat slid down her forehead, which had no bangs, down her neck, and stopped at her collarbone.

Morubek held up a spoon almost as tall as himself and sipped the broth into his mouth, one spoonful at a time. If there weren't other people at the table, he would have even planned to jump into the pot and swim.

Unlike Morpeko, who was enjoying his meal, Wei Xin had Ralts sit on his lap and carefully blew on the beef to cool it down. He then fed it to Ralts spoonful by spoonful, along with the steaming broth.

[It's like having a male mother.]

What male mother? I'm not, I didn't, Miss Mary, you've made another grammatical error.

Only after everyone had eaten and drunk their fill did Morubek pick up the pot, swallow the remaining scraps whole, and then lie flat on the table, unable to get up again.

Everyone ate until their stomachs were bulging, and it took them a long time to get up from their chairs.

Mary secretly touched her full stomach, as if she had remembered something, and got up to take out her wallet from her pocket.

"How much do I need to pay for this dinner?"

Hopefully it won't be too expensive.

Thinking about it that way, Mary felt it was unlikely.

[Such a delicious dinner! It must have used very high-end ingredients. Morubek and I ate so much again? Looks like I'll have to be more frugal this month and try to survive until the next competition.]

Miss Mary's financial situation is not ideal.

They're idols, so do you think foreign idols don't collect fan coins?

Since that's the case, Mary, would you be willing to pay me in another way? Hehehe...

"People from Donghuang don't accept money from their friends when they treat them," Wei Xin said. "If Mary insists on paying, could you wash the dishes for me? Ralts and I have eaten a bit too much and need to rest."

The beef used for cooking was sourced by Wei Xin from the market; it wasn't an expensive ingredient. The deliciousness of the dish was due to the culinary skills provided by the system.

Xiao Gang's culinary skills are terrifyingly good.

As for washing dishes after meals, for the people of Donghuang, it's like the post-exercise period of euphoria—they don't want to move at all.

"Okay." Mary readily agreed to Wei Xin's suggestion of paying her with physical labor. "Could I borrow your apron?"

Please make yourself at home.

Sitting in the living room, Wei Xin held Ralts in his arms and watched as Marie put on his apron and busied herself in the kitchen. He couldn't help but lift his chin.

"It's like there's a new lady of the house," Wei Xin murmured, then realized something was wrong and quickly patted his face.

"When people are well-fed and clothed, they start to indulge in lustful desires." The ancients were right. I almost fell into Miss Mary's arms.

How can that be? I'm a man who's going to become a Pokémon Master, how can I be obsessed with women?

Be a Sigma man and enjoy the full spectrum of life.

Let's take Ralts for some post-meal exercise.