Scientific Travel

After this conversation, Wang Moyu became noticeably more cheerful and even managed to make Wang Xi laugh. When Li Pingle wasn't around, the room was filled with obvious laughter and cheerful conversation.

Seeing that she was in a good mood, Li Pingle prepared to launch a fierce attack.

Wang Moyu liked to eat the candied fruit from Old Chen's family in the west of the city and the pastries from Old Li's family in the south of the city. Now that they couldn't go into the city, Li Pingle simply made them himself.

Candied fruit is easy to make. Simply soak the washed fruit in salt water, then add an appropriate amount of cane sugar or honey and simmer over low heat until the fruit becomes translucent and the syrup thickens.

Finally, remove the cooked candied fruit and let it air dry in a well-ventilated and dry place.

The temperature is very high now, so leaving it outside to air out for about a day will be fine.

The secret to the deliciousness of Lao Chen's candied fruit is that he doesn't just use cane sugar or honey, but half and half. He adds cane sugar first, and then coats the candied fruit with honey when it's almost dry.

Candied fruit is usually made from fruits and vegetables such as peaches, apricots, plums, dates, winter melons, and ginger. Wang Moyu likes to eat candied fruit made from peaches and apricots. In addition to these two types, Li Pingle also made candied fruit made from grapes and strawberries.

Wang Moyu deliberately avoided Li Pingle; he knew she liked these two fruits from Wang Xi.

Compared to candied fruit, pastries are more difficult to make.

However, Li Pingle knew that Wang Moyu liked to eat it, so he specially went to learn how to eat it from the boss.

The tuition fees were enough to buy twenty shops. Ever since Li Pingle studied there, Old Li has changed careers.

At dinner, in addition to six dishes and three soups, there were also three plates of pastries and three plates of candied fruit.

Fortunately, Deng Yin's table was big enough, otherwise it really wouldn't have been able to hold it all.

One plate of candied fruit and another plate of pastries were arranged in a heart shape. Li Pingyue placed the two plates in front of Wang Moyu's usual seat.

This time, Li Pingyue didn't eat alone in the room. Instead, he hid behind the door and secretly observed Wang Moyu's reaction.

Wang Moyu saw the two plates, her expression unchanged, and said in a low voice, "Tell me."

Li Pingyue lowered her head and came out from behind the door like a child who had done something wrong.

"Sit down and eat."

Li Pingle, who had been hanging his head, immediately raised it, his eyes shining brightly, and hurriedly nodded while answering, "Okay...okay!"

At the dinner table, Li Pingle would occasionally put food on Wang Moyu's plate, and she didn't refuse, finishing all of it.

Wang Xi is always a picky eater. Even if Li Pingle cooks the dishes she doesn't like very well, she still doesn't like them.

"Don't be picky about food." Wang Moyu put a piece of food that Wang Xi didn't like on her plate and watched her eat it.

"No!" Wang Xi ran into Li Pingle's arms and said coquettishly, "I don't want to eat carrots, Daddy, can you eat them for me?"

Li Pingle usually spoiled her, and every time she acted coquettishly like this, he would try to plead for her.

But not now, because he doesn't know who to ask to plead for him.

Li Pingle held Wang Xi on his lap and coaxed, "No, you won't grow tall if you don't eat carrots. How about Daddy feeds you?"

Wang Xi didn't say anything, quietly got off him, and walked back to her seat.

She picked up a piece of carrot and put it in her mouth, the taste of which made her little face scrunch up.

"If you don't eat carrots, you won't grow tall; if you don't eat green vegetables, you won't grow tall; if you don't eat millet, you won't grow tall. Does that mean if you don't eat all the unpalatable foods, you won't grow tall? You're on your mother's side, don't try to fool me like a child!"

His childish words made everyone laugh, and after laughing, Li Pingyue didn't forget to prove his loyalty.

"Yes, I will always stand by your mother's side."

Wang Moyu didn't say anything, but she put another piece of carrot on Wang Xi's plate.

Wang Xi's lips were pouting so high it looked like a carrot could hang from them.

In a daze, it felt like I had returned to how things used to be, and all the arguments vanished in that moment.

After this dinner, Li Leping regained the right to sit at the table and eat.

On the surface, Wang Moyu seemed to have stopped being angry, but Li Pingle, who had lived with her for many years, knew that although she was no longer angry, she had not forgiven him.

Or...do we have to go that far?

During this week, Li Pingle did nothing but cook and stay in his room doing something else. He also asked Deng Yin for a piece of silk. Deng Yin thought he wanted to make a dress for Wang Moyu, so he simply gave him a piece of all the different styles of fabric in the space.

When everything was ready, before he could even speak, Wang Moyu said, "I have something to tell you later, come to my room."

Li Pingle was drinking soup when she spoke.

"Cough...cough cough...cough cough cough..."

Li Pingle choked, and some of the soup he spat out landed on Wang Xi's shoes.

Ignoring Wang Xi's resentful gaze, he was preoccupied with what Wang Moyu had said.

"it is good!"

In the past, Li Pingle would clean up after meals by himself, but this time Deng Yin helped him clean up.

After tidying up, Deng Yin quietly said to Li Pingle, "I'm taking Wang Xi upstairs tonight. You two can talk whatever you want. This house is very soundproof, you won't hear a thing."

Li Pingle blushed at her words and whispered her thanks: "Thank you."

After washing the last dish, Li Pingle asked Deng Yin, "By the way, do you have a live chicken? I'll make you chicken soup tomorrow night."

"some."

Li Pingyue had witnessed her conjure a carriage out of thin air before, but seeing her conjure a chicken out of thin air still seemed quite novel to him.

It was very hot up there, but fortunately Deng Yin had air conditioning. She waited for the temperature to drop before taking Wang Xi up.

Before going up, he gave Li Pingle an encouraging nod.

After the two left, the empty room was so quiet that even breathing sounds were unusually clear.

Li Pingyue changed into the new clothes he had made. The white silk was trimmed with gold thread, the collar was wide open, and the sleeves were a bit long, covering half of his fingers. The already thin clothes now had two more slits, so they couldn't cover anything at all.

Li Pingle was red from head to toe; dressed in white, she looked like a boiled shrimp covered in fish scales, her white skin tinged with red.

Wang Moyu's room door was not closed, with a crack in it, as if it had been prepared specifically for him.

Li Pingle pushed open the door, and Wang Moyu sat in front of the dressing mirror, her four fingers rhythmically tapping on the table.

Wang Moyu saw Li Pingle in the mirror, turned around, and her gaze fell directly on Li Pingle.

"sit down."

Li Pingle was in a daze and plopped down on the bed.

Wang Moyu didn't tell him to get up, but continued, "Let's get a divorce."

With a buzzing sound, it was as if a thread had exploded in Li Pingle's mind. The shyness on his face vanished completely, replaced by paleness.

"I don't want to... let's not get a divorce, okay?" Li Pingle knelt down and hugged Wang Moyu, tears soaking her clothes. "I really know I was wrong, I'll never do it again, I beg you, please don't leave me, okay?"

Li Pingle looked up at Wang Moyu, his wet eyes were very endearing. Wang Moyu was afraid that he would change his mind, so he turned his face away and refused to look at him.

Li Pingyue seemed to finally remember something, took something out of his sleeve, and handed it to Wang Moyu.

“I accidentally lost it when I ran away before, so I made another one. Why don’t you try this one?”

The thing in Li Pingle's hand was a wooden calligraphy brush. It was clear that he had put a lot of effort into it, but the wood naturally had a rough texture, which couldn't be changed even after being soaked in oil.

Wang Moyu took the brush, and Li Pingyue thought she was interested, so the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up. The next second, she saw Wang Moyu break the brush in two without hesitation.

A calligraphy brush, only two fingers thick, was as easily broken in her hands as a chopstick.

Wang Moyu threw the broken brush on the ground and shooed him away, saying, "I'm tired, you can leave now."

Li Pingle knew that if he left today, he would never be able to come back in.

"I don't want to!" Li Pingle got up and ran to the bed, looking like she wasn't leaving today. "I will never agree to a divorce."