With My Ability To Swap, I Will Never End Up In A Love Triangle Mess - Chapter 64

“It’s decided—we’re having luosifen!”

Xia Xi made the executive decision, completely ignoring Lin Xuening’s opinion. Forget respecting the original owner’s dietary preferences—she wanted luosifen! Craved it, loved it!

“Angel Sister, can we please pick something else…?”

Lin Xuening was on the verge of tears. She had never, in her entire life, eaten anything that smelled so pungent.

Stinky tofu, luosifen, durian? Absolutely no experience with any of them.

Just the thought of putting something foul-smelling on her tongue made her feel like she’d be ruined forever.

“Nope! We’re having this. Trust me, it’s delicious.”

Xia Xi knew some people were prejudiced against these kinds of foods, but that was only because they’d never tried them. One bite, and most would be hooked.

Her little sister was the same way—used to despise anything with a strong odor, but now she couldn’t get enough.

…

“See? Isn’t it pretty good?”

Lin Xuening’s taste buds seemed more sensitive than usual. Xia Xi had only ordered a medium-spicy bowl, yet her lips were already burning red, and tears occasionally welled up in her eyes.

How many years had it been since she’d last cried from eating something spicy? And yet, here she was, reliving that experience—in a girl’s body, no less.

Of course, the tears weren’t just from the spice. Part of it was because of her original body back at the hospital.

Around 8 or 9 a.m., Xia Xi’s real body had been rudely awakened by a certain nurse. The reason? An IV drip.

But here was the real question—why was the one administering the injection this young, fresh-faced nurse?!

Staring at the four or five needle marks on the back of her hand, she felt like crying all over again.

“It’s actually not bad. I always thought it’d be the kind of thing where the second it hits your tongue, the stench would shoot straight to your brain. But it’s not that different from rice noodles.”

After being “forced” to try luosifen with Xia Xi, Lin Xuening’s bias against the dish had lessened somewhat.

Still, if left to her own devices, she’d definitely opt for something that smelled nicer.

“Alright, we’re done eating. Let’s go get some food for Xia Xi.”

Xia Xi pulled out a tissue and daintily dabbed her lips before stretching.

Girls had a little extra compared to guys, which somehow made even sitting feel exhausting.

Especially around the shoulders—those two straps were always digging in, making everything feel tight and uncomfortable.

But going without? Just wearing a regular top? That led to its own set of problems—chafing, sensitivity, and according to the internet, potential “sagging” if left unsupported.

Honestly, a girl’s body was way too high-maintenance.

“What should we get him? Maybe we should call and ask?”

Lin Xuening suggested.

That had been her original plan—if Xia Xi hadn’t taken over her body, she probably would’ve been calling nonstop to check on him.

But right now, Xia Xi had no idea what she wanted to eat. Her stomach in Lin Xuening’s body was still full, while her original body was starving—the conflicting sensations left her with zero appetite.

“Nah, it’s fine. Let me think…”

Since she was controlling both bodies, calling herself wouldn’t accomplish anything.

Besides, holding a conversation with yourself? That was just weird. It’d probably end up being one ear in, one ear out.

“Got it!”

Suddenly, she remembered a place and immediately headed for the supermarket near the hospital, backpack in tow.

“Huh? Got what?”

Lin Xuening was baffled. This “Angel Sister” didn’t feel very angelic at all—her mannerisms, speech, everything gave off major “guy” vibes. Almost like… Xia Xi.

But that couldn’t be. She’d seen Xia Xi and Angel Sister in the same room, even watched them talk. Unless he knew some kind of cloning technique?

With a quiet sigh, Lin Xuening decided not to overthink it. Whoever this was, they were doing a decent job pretending to be her—and hadn’t done anything outrageous with her body. That had to count for something.

“I’ve got a plan. You know that little ‘Happy Kitchen’ spot near the hospital? We’ll buy some ingredients and cook for him ourselves.”

That’s right—instead of agonizing over restaurant choices, why not just whip up something simple?

“C… cook?!”

Lin Xuening’s voice trembled.

“Angel Sister, do you even know how to cook? I…”

Clearly, the trauma of her last cooking attempt—the one that landed Xia Xi in the hospital—still haunted her. The fear of producing another inedible monstrosity was real.

“Relax, I’m great at it.”

Xia Xi had been cooking for herself for years. This was child’s play.

At the supermarket, she grabbed a small bok choy, a single sausage, and three eggs before heading to the kitchen station.

Stir-fried sausage and eggs, plus a simple bok choy soup—more than enough for lunch.

As for seasonings and takeout containers? The kitchen provided those. No extra shopping needed.

…

Thirty minutes later.

“Angel Sister… are you sure this is edible…?”

Lin Xuening stared at the blackened, sticky mess of sausage and eggs clinging to the pan, her lips twitching uncontrollably.

Xia Xi was equally speechless.

This shouldn’t be happening. She’d fried eggs at least a thousand times—how did it turn out like this?

Silently, she let go of the pan handle and moved on to the bok choy soup.

If stir-frying was a bust, surely boiling couldn’t go wrong, right?

Just water and veggies—no fancy seasonings needed. In theory, it was foolproof.

In reality, Xia Xi once again found herself staring into the pot, this time at a disintegrated heap of soggy greens, questioning all her life choices.

“Maybe we should just order takeout…”

Xia Xi was convinced—Lin Xuening’s body was cursed. Some kind of “everything you cook turns to poison” elder alchemist constitution.

Imagine Lin Xuening cheerfully skipping up to you with a bubbling cauldron of green “chicken soup,” sweetly chirping, “Soup’s ready~!” Yeah, no—that thing was definitely laced with arsenic.

One sip, and you’d be hospitalized—or worse.

“Sigh. I guess we have no choice.”

Resigned, she opened the delivery app and swiftly ordered a honey-glazed whole chicken. As for the cost? Sure, it was Lin Xuening’s money, but Xia Xi would pay her back later.

No need to mooch off someone for something as trivial as a meal.

…

Another twenty minutes passed.

Sitting outside the hospital, Xia Xi still hadn’t spotted the delivery guy.

“Hey man, where are you? It’s been forever.”

Last she checked, the app showed the rider just 200 meters away—ten minutes ago. Why was he still 200 meters away?!