Walking into the kitchen, Lin Yue reached into the nearby sink and with a strong pull of her right hand, she lifted out a large piece of pork rib.

When Hermione entered the kitchen and saw this scene, her head tilted back slightly; she hadn’t felt it before when it was still frozen. Now that it thawed, the sheer size of this piece of rib was truly impressive.

Looking up at the knives hanging above, Lin Yue paused her movements for a moment. There was no cleaver, and after surveying all the knives, she concluded. At the same time, she analyzed the tools and summarized that none of them were suitable for chopping the ribs.

Lowering her gaze to the large piece of rib on the cutting board, Lin Yue reached out and grabbed both ends of one rib. Hermione blinked, looking at Lin Yue's actions with confusion. Wasn't she supposed to chop the ribs into smaller pieces? What was she doing?

Crack... crack. Accompanied by the faint sound of bones breaking, Hermione's eyes gradually widened. No way, it couldn't be what she was thinking, could it? That would be a bit too unbelievable.

However, the next moment, what Hermione was thinking happened. With a clear snap, the rib in Lin Yue's hand broke into two sections. Reaching for a knife above, Lin Yue easily cut through the flesh still connecting the two pieces of rib, completely separating them into two segments.

Hermione swallowed hard, her gaze unconsciously shifting to Lin Yue's slender, long hands. Lin Yue's strength... is it really that great?

Looking at her in person, one would never guess, especially since she is quite thin. So, what does she usually do to have such strong hand strength and upper body power?

As Hermione pondered this question, she couldn't help but associate it with the behavior of Lin Yue's that she had previously discovered and prohibited.

Her hand strength... it couldn't have been developed during that time, could it?

Thinking of this possibility, Hermione felt a wave of suffocation wash over her, and her eyes began to heat up as her heart raced wildly.

Unaware of the turmoil in Hermione's heart, Lin Yue calmly placed her hands on both ends of the next rib.

With a sudden exertion of strength, her slight muscles bulged on the back of her hands, but the power should not be underestimated.

Another crisp sound echoed as the ribs broke apart once more.

Cutting through the flesh, another rib was transformed into two sections, and she continued this process until all the ribs were in two pieces before placing them into the pot.

Although these ribs were significantly larger than the ones used before, it would be fine as long as they were stewed a little longer.

After adjusting the sauce and pouring it in, along with adding scallions and ginger, Lin Yue covered the pot.

Hermione raised her hand to rub her cheek, calming her emotions before stepping forward.

"Lin Yue, are you stewing the ribs to eat later?"

Lin Yue was busy placing the next dish's ingredients on the cutting board. Upon hearing Hermione's voice, she turned to look at her, but her chopping motion did not pause at all; she just continued.

"No, the ribs need to stew for a while to taste better, so we’ll eat them tonight."

Hermione only felt Lin Yue's words ringing in her ears, but she didn't quite catch what Lin Yue had specifically said. All her attention was focused on the fact that Lin Yue was cutting vegetables while turning back to talk to her.

"Turn your head back!" Hermione exclaimed in horror, waving her hands frantically at Lin Yue, signaling her to turn back and focus on cutting.

She thought Lin Yue wouldn't start cutting vegetables so quickly, which was why she had asked her. Who would have thought that Lin Yue would continue cutting so soon, and even while talking to her?

Lin Yue nodded and calmly turned back, looking at her hands as she cut the vegetables. She certainly didn't think there was anything wrong with talking while cutting; she often recited her textbooks in her mind while cooking, multitasking was quite normal for her. Moreover, since Hermione was talking to her, wasn't she supposed to turn back to look at her while responding? Otherwise, that would be rude.

Seeing Lin Yue turn back to cut the vegetables, Hermione finally breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to help Lin Yue washes the rice and do some preparation work, just like usual. Throughout the cooking process, Hermione didn't dare to say another word to Lin Yue, fearing that if she spoke, Lin Yue might turn her head again and get distracted from what she was doing.

There weren't any particularly complicated dishes being made, and once the rice was ready, Lin Yue brought the dishes to the dining table. Hermione swallowed hard at the aroma of the food; she had never had Eastern cuisine before, and it looked very appetizing, just as the delicious food described in the books.

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"Time to eat," Lin Yue called out to the living room, and the five people who were chatting quickly got up, eagerly heading towards the dining table. They could hardly wait; they had already caught a whiff of the delicious food!

The seven kids sat down at the dining table, and at that moment, the oldest among them was Penelope. Therefore, Lin Yue sat next to Hermione, her hands resting quietly on her lap as she silently watched Penelope.

Ron, who had already started eating eagerly, elbowed Harry, who was also enjoying his food, and asked, "Why isn't Lin Yue eating?"

Harry swallowed the food in his mouth, looked at Lin Yue, and shook his head, "I don't know, maybe she's not hungry?"

Sitting next to Lin Yue, Hermione knew where the problem lay. She sighed helplessly and glanced at Penelope, who was busy arranging the tablecloth.

Among the kids, Penelope was the oldest, and Lin Yue was probably waiting for her to eat first before she started.

Feeling Hermione's gaze, Penelope looked up at her, "What's up?"

Hermione shrugged and shook her head, "Nothing."

It was a good habit for senior Penelope to tidy up her tablecloth before eating; she couldn't just tell her to hurry up and eat instead of organizing.

Anyway, it wouldn't take Penelope long to arrange the tablecloth, so Lin Yue could wait a bit longer.

Thinking this, Hermione, like Lin Yue, quietly waited.

Across from them, Cho Chang and Marietta naturally noticed this and slowed down their eating a little.

After exchanging glances, they decided to ask Hermione about the situation when Lin Yue wasn't around.

After Penelope finished arranging the tablecloth, she began to eat at a leisurely pace, elegance and detail coming naturally to her.

Watching her use the knife and fork, Lin Yue finally reached for her own utensils, slowing down to start eating.

Lin Yue's slow eating speed surprised everyone present except Hermione.

Merlin's lunch, Lin Yue was actually eating slowly?!

Ron looked at this scene in disbelief and even muttered to Harry beside him, "Dude, pinch me, I'm not dreaming, right?"

Harry glanced at his best friend beside him with some excitement and fulfilled his request.

"Ouch..." Ron grimaced and covered his arm, glaring at Harry, "Wow, you really know how to apply pressure."

Harry cleared his throat awkwardly, turned his face away, and buried his head in his food, but a sly smile of triumph lingered at the corner of his mouth.

In contrast to the cheerful interaction between the two boys, the three girls who regarded Lin Yue as a younger sister were filled with satisfaction. Lin Yue could finally slow down and eat, which would no longer affect her health.

Everyone was content after lunch. Just as Lin Yue was about to wash the dishes, Hermione quickly took all the utensils away.

"You did most of the cooking for lunch, so let me handle the dishes," she said.

"You should take a nap. If you don’t want to sleep, then watch some TV."

After giving Lin Yue her instructions, Hermione turned her gaze to Harry and Ron, narrowing her eyes slightly.

"You two can sleep until one-thirty, and then get up to do your homework. Don’t think I don’t know; you haven’t touched your homework at all!"

Indeed, they hadn’t done any homework at all. They had only been playing for the past two weeks. Harry and Ron stiffened simultaneously.

After obediently responding, they both went upstairs for a nap. Every minute of extra sleep counted, but they would have to come down to do their homework afterward.

The remaining three Ravenclaw girls watched the two younger boys' "dejected" figures and covered their mouths, laughing.

Their homework had long been planned out; they wrote a portion each day, allowing them to both play and study, and they could finish it before the last two weeks of summer vacation.

In the remaining two weeks, they could still review while playing, balancing work and resting perfectly.

However, the three girls' gazes shifted in unison to Lin Yue, who was sitting motionless on the couch, watching TV. They guessed that Lin Yue had probably finished her homework long ago.

Sitting on the sofa, Lin Yue watched the animated show still playing on the TV, but her focus was still on the yard outside the living room window.

She was not only listening to any sounds from the yard gate but also keeping an ear out for any helicopters passing overhead.

To ensure the destruction process went smoothly, the execution personnel sometimes combined ground and aerial operations.

Thus, both the sky and the ground were points of concern; Lin Yue firmly believed in her mind.

Cho Chang, Marietta, and Penelope did not take a nap but instead followed their own plan to go upstairs and complete their homework for the day.

After finishing the dishes, Hermione saw that Lin Yue hadn’t gone upstairs, so she walked over to the sofa and sat down next to her.

Naturally, she reached out and pulled Lin Yue to lean on her shoulder, softly asking, "Don’t you want to take a nap?"

"I don’t want to; it’s not my sleeping time," Lin Yue replied in a flat tone.

"Then let’s watch TV," Hermione said, brushing her hair and keeping her company.

As the clock struck one-thirty in the afternoon, Hermione looked down at Lin Yue and said, "I’ll be right back."

With that, she got up and went upstairs. Lin Yue mechanically turned her head to watch Hermione’s figure go up the stairs.

She quickly analyzed in her mind that Hermione was going to wake Harry and Ron up to do their homework.

Retracting her gaze, Lin Yue continued to watch TV with a blank expression, still fixated on the same meaningless animated show.

But why did she no longer feel the same excitement she had when she secretly watched cartoons in the mall? There was no sense of confusion at all.

Lin Yue was just pondering a neutral question, but what was she feeling at that moment? After thinking carefully, her head started to ache again, and without reaching a conclusion, she decided not to think about it anymore.

Just then, Hermione came back down and gently pulled her into an embrace. The two of them sat together for a while before Cho Chang and the others gradually came down. The amount of holiday homework assigned by the professors at Hogwarts wasn't too much, even Professor Snape was the same. The holidays were meant for students to relax, so leaving a reasonable amount of homework was enough to ensure they wouldn't forget everything they had learned.

If too much homework was assigned, they might just give up and not complete it seriously. So it was better to assign less, allowing students to spread out their work, writing a little each day to finish it, leaving them time to play. This way, they might even write more seriously.

For Cho Chang and the others, who were good at managing their time, an hour and a half of homework each day was actually sufficient. After greeting each other on the sofa, they started watching cartoons together with Lin Yue, and it was only after more than an hour that Hermione stood up to go upstairs. When she came back down, Harry and Ron were following her.

"From now on, we need to stick to this schedule every day. At least an hour and a half of homework, finish it on time, and don’t expect me to let you copy it at the end. Lin Yue won’t let you either," Hermione said, crossing her arms and looking back at the two. Harry and Ron hurriedly nodded in agreement. An hour and a half of homework was manageable, and they still had plenty of time to relax. They better not provoke Hermione; they would need her for their future exam reviews.

When dinner time came, the large pot of ribs that Lin Yue had stewed finally made it to the table. After stewing for the entire afternoon, the moment the lid was lifted, the aroma filled the entire dining room and living room. Everyone present couldn't help but swallow, and even Penelope, who was arranging the tablecloth, moved a bit faster.

Once Penelope took a large piece of rib with her hand, Hermione eagerly followed Lin Yue and grabbed a big piece as well. Taking a bite, the rich broth filled her mouth, and Hermione squinted her eyes in happiness. Lin Yue took a bite of the rib beside her, chewed, swallowed, and then turned to Hermione, speaking in a calm voice.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. I didn't pay attention when I took the ribs last night. This particular rib is better suited for stewing rather than braising, so I made stewed ribs. Next time, I’ll definitely make braised ones."

Hermione, who was eating, paused for a moment upon hearing Lin Yue's words. After realizing what she said, she quickly swallowed the meat in her mouth. "Lin Yue, you don’t need to apologize," she said, wanting to reach out to pat Lin Yue's head, but seeing the grease on her hands, she silently put her hand down. "You’re the one who worked hard to cook, so of course, we’ll eat whatever you make. We definitely don’t have the right to be picky."

Hermione smiled brightly, and the others at the dining table nodded in agreement. Lin Yue stiffly nodded her head, but her mind paused for a moment.

Shouldn't she be punished for not making the dishes that others wanted to eat? After all, she had let down their expectations.

But Hermione said it was okay, and added that she was the one cooking, so everyone should eat whatever she made without being picky.

As she lowered her head and bit into a piece of meat from the rib, a scene from her memory gradually surfaced in her mind.