Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities

Gu Yang hired a private restaurant in the center of Jincheng City and borrowed their kitchen.

Gu Jin doesn't like desserts and Western food very much, so Gu Yang didn't prepare a birthday cake for her.

She took the rest of the Blue Whale team to cook together and guided them in making some private dishes that she had eaten at a wealthy family before she traveled through time.

She used to be a bit picky about food, and these private kitchen dishes that she can remember are her favorites. Unfortunately, there are no such private kitchen dishes in the world, so she can only make enough food and clothing by herself.

The historical trends of this world and her previous world are similar, and there are many similarities, but they seem to be different in every way.

After so many years, Gu Yang feels that this world is not like a parallel world to her previous world, but rather like a derivative world created based on her world.

For example, the world of novels, comics, and games.

When plates of familiar and exquisite dishes were placed on the table, Gu Yang felt as if time and space were overlapping.

Is this world a dream we are experiencing, or is everything in the past a dream?

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, and butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou. At this time, this scene seemed both illusion and reality.

The spring breeze blew through the window, and it was slightly chilly. Gu Yang regained consciousness and did not dwell on those strange feelings.

Shen Ran held the bowls and chopsticks and his eyes lit up as he looked at the table full of delicacies, "Wow, what a blessing! Yangyang, why do you have so many good things in your little head? Is the meal ready?"

Gu Jin sat down next to Gu Yang and glanced at Shen Ran, "You have a bad gastrointestinal condition. It's difficult to digest if you eat too much food. It's better to drink white porridge."

Feng Jue rarely agreed with Gu Jin and nodded, "Shen Ran, you must follow the doctor's advice."

Shen Ran: "Don't think I haven't noticed, you two just want to lie to me so that I can't eat Yangyang's delicious food!"

Cao Cuo chuckled, "You actually discovered it?"

Shen Ran rolled up his sleeves: "Shit shovel, what do you mean? You want to fight?"

Gu Ying: "Can you beat me?"

Shen Ran was unconvinced: "You want to fight too? Bibi?"

Feng Jue was watching the show with his chin in his hand, and sat obediently next to Gu Yang: "It's rare for my sister to cook, so you have to go out and fight. You know how to fight every day, unlike me who only cares about your sister. Right, sister." "

Looking into Feng Jue's clear and bright eyes, Gu Yang smiled and rubbed his head: "Yes, our Ah Jue is the best behaved."

The corners of Feng Jue's eyes and brows were filled with pride.

Gu Jin glanced at him disdainfully, then looked at Gu Yang: "Are these dishes made for me?"

Gu Yang smiled and nodded, "Yes, I wish my sister a happy fourteenth birthday!"

Gu Jin glanced at Feng Jue, who was sitting on the other side of Gu Yang, and said nothing, but the meaning was obvious: Did you hear it? Made for me.

Feng Jue gritted his teeth secretly and looked at Gu Yang eagerly, "Sister..."

Gu Yang couldn't tell that Feng Jue was acting coquettishly, so she smiled and coaxed him, "Be good, I'll give you a gift on your birthday too."

Feng Jue nodded obediently.

Gu Yang went to bring a bowl of noodles over with a bright smile, "Sister is the birthday girl. This is the longevity noodles I cooked specially for you. Eat it quickly."

Gu Yang watched Gu Jin eat and asked expectantly: "Is it delicious?"

Gu Jin looked into her bright eyes and nodded lightly: "It's okay."

Feng Jue scolded her sourly: "The longevity noodles made by my sister with so much care must be delicious, but you only think it's okay?"

Gu Jin took a few more bites and tasted it carefully, "The noodles Yangyang made for me alone are indeed delicious."

The word "alone" is emphasized.

Feng Jue saw the clear sarcasm in Gu Jin's arrogant and proud eyes: It's a pity you didn't.