Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

"Candles?" Zhou Xiyin stared at Lin Ping with a questioning look, thinking: Are you kidding me? What kind of candles would you use in broad daylight?

Lin Ping seemed to notice Zhou Xiyin's disdainful gaze, returned it with a cold look, and said impatiently, "Miss Lin, have you forgotten Mr. Lin's instructions?"

Before leaving the Lin residence yesterday, Lin Chengye earnestly instructed Zhou Xiyin to try her best to meet any request Lin Ping made.

This statement is ambiguous, and Lin Chengye's purpose in saying it was not entirely pure; it was essentially a powerful assist to Lin Ping.

Lin Ping hadn't cared at first, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be of some use now.

"Hmph!" Zhou Xiyin pouted and glared at Lin Ping, meaning, what's so great about him? Don't make a big deal out of nothing.

Even so, Zhou Xiyin still obediently found a lot of candles for Lin Ping.

This was not because Zhou Yecheng's words had any effect, but because Zhou Xiyin had Lin Ping in her heart, believed every word he said, and knew that he was looking for candles not for lighting, but perhaps... for other purposes.

For example, on their wedding night, the couple would light two indescribable candles in front of their bed.

"I suspect you're making a suggestive statement!" Lin Ping said in a strange tone, finding Zhou Xiyin's disdainful expression somewhat odd.

Before lighting the candle, Lin Ping first used a flat wooden board to press the silk cloth underneath, creating a striped pattern. Then, he evenly dripped wax onto the exposed parts of the silk cloth.

Before long, a bolt of silk cloth was cut into even strips.

"What is this for?" Zhou Xiyin asked curiously. She had a vague feeling that Lin Ping was not just making things mysterious, but might be planning something amazing.

Lin Ping smiled without answering, his eyes quickly scanning the dye vats until he found one that matched the color of the pollution. Then, he dumped all the silk fabric into the vat.

"Are you crazy!" Zhou Xiyin screamed, almost reaching out to stop Lin Ping, but unfortunately she was a fraction too slow.

These fabrics were made of pure silk and were quite expensive. They were Zhou Yecheng's only hope for a comeback, yet Lin Ping had squandered them like this.

"Miss Lin, you don't actually intend to sell this piece of silk for money, do you?" Lin Ping said sarcastically.

If these silk fabrics could really be sold for money, would Zhou Yecheng have waited until now?

Lin Ping was simply throwing caution to the wind; if he failed, he wouldn't suffer any loss, but if he succeeded, the reward would be a hundredfold.

The cloth was soaked in the dye vat for about fifteen minutes before Lin Ping carefully took it out, trying his best not to damage the color with his fingers.

The moment the silk fabric saw the light of day again, it immediately shone brightly, especially the part covered by wax, which clearly gleamed.

Zhou Xiyin was utterly stunned. She thought the silk fabric was completely ruined, but to her surprise, what lay before her was an even more beautiful and vibrant two-tone fabric with even lines, which completely overturned her understanding of silk fabric.

This is the result of different approaches. In the eyes of ordinary people, once silk fabric is contaminated, it usually needs to be washed frantically, but this often does not achieve good results.

Lin Ping did the exact opposite: since the polluted color couldn't be washed off, he would dye everything that color.

Not only that, Lin Ping also came up with a unique idea: to use batik techniques to dye the silk fabric in two different colors, creating the most popular plaid fabric—yes, the kind of fabric used to make plaid shirts…

This technique was simply groundbreaking. Zhou Xiyin stared blankly at the boundary between the two colors, pondering it over and over. Although she didn't know much about weaving and dyeing, she knew that it was very difficult to dye a piece of cloth two colors.

Even when using a mold to press the silk cloth and apply color to exposed areas, the colors will still mix at the junctions.

Although plaid fabric was popular for a time, it was eventually phased out due to technical issues.

"How did you know that using wax oil can prevent color bleeding?" Besides being shocked, Zhou Xiyin was more puzzled.

You, Lin Ping, are only in your early twenties. It's one thing to be a skilled doctor and handsome, but how do you also understand dyeing technology, and a revolutionary one at that? That doesn't make sense! Isn't it said that there's a sequence to learning and specialization in different fields? You, Lin Ping, are a master of everything!

"Wax is an oily substance, while dyes are mostly water. These two are immiscible; it's clearly stated in junior high chemistry textbooks," Lin Ping explained confidently, staring at Zhou Xiyin with the look of someone looking at an elementary school student, thinking to himself: "Your junior high chemistry wasn't taught by the PE teacher, was it...?"

PE teacher: We're not taking the blame for this!

"Hmph, if you don't want to tell me, then don't. Who are you trying to fool with all this nonsense?" Zhou Xiyin said angrily.

Lin Ping's simple sentence contained at least several words that were beyond Zhou Xiyin's comprehension. What else could this be but deliberate mockery?

Lin Ping didn't refute it, his gaze falling on a piece of silk cloth that was most heavily stained, which was completely unsuitable for making checkered cloth.

"I've got it!" Lin Ping had a sudden inspiration and quickly pulled the silk cloth off the drying pole and laid it flat on the table.

Before long, Lin Ping came bounding over with a thick brush in his hand. He then let the brush soak in the dye vat as much as possible, and finally used the polluted color as the element to scribble and draw all over the silk cloth.

That's right, Lin Ping is doing graffiti! He wants to use these anime elements to subvert the aesthetics of the Wu Kingdom people.

"What did you draw?" Zhou Xiyin asked, craning her neck and staring in disbelief. She had to admit that feudal ideas had limited her imagination; she really didn't recognize this strange pattern.

"You're obviously not a real person; you don't even know Peppa Pig," Lin Ping replied impatiently, even suspecting that Zhou Xiyin was an alien.

"What is Peppa Pig?" Zhou Xiyin was still puzzled, and she even spoke with a bit of a Northeastern accent because she was annoyed by him.

"Pig!" Lin Ping didn't want to waste any more words, so he blurted out this word out of the blue.

Isn't Peppa Pig just a pig? Lin Ping's explanation is perfectly correct.

Unfortunately, Zhou Xiyin misunderstood these words, her almond-shaped eyes practically spitting fire, and her pearly teeth making a "squeaking" sound.

Lin Ping was concentrating on drawing when he suddenly felt a chill on his back, which immediately startled him and made him break out in a cold sweat.

Clearly, Lin Ping wanted to explain, but Zhou Xiyin replied, "If explanations were useful, what would be the point of having a government office?"

After enduring pain that no one at his age should have to bear, Lin Ping gritted his teeth and completed the work. Although it looked a bit ugly, it was full of anime style.

"It doesn't seem so bad after all..." Zhou Xiyin looked at it again carefully and actually found the little pig quite cute.

"Of course, anything Master Ping does is bound to be extraordinary. This will definitely become a hot-selling product in the future. After making money, you'll have to give me a share." Lin Ping said arrogantly, hands on his hips.

This perfectly illustrates the meaning of "taking advantage of someone's kindness."