Scientific Travel

Looking at the bowl of white porridge in front of him, Chi Lin's expression was very unpleasant.

Is this a way of intimidating him?

Nevertheless, Chi Lin said nothing and obediently drank the bowl of tasteless porridge.

I can't drink the porridge with fish paste, but I can at least eat the vegetables, right?

Li Pingle's cooking emphasizes a comprehensive approach.

Do you like spicy food? Yes.

Can't handle spicy food? Yes.

Do you prefer lighter flavors? Yes.

Do you like strongly seasoned food? Yes.

No matter what you like to eat, there's always a dish made by Li Pingle that will suit your taste.

Chi Lin had been eating bland food for the past few days, and now, looking at the table full of dishes, he wanted to eat every single one.

He picked up his chopsticks, intending to reach for the dish closest to him.

Deng Yin reacted quickly, grabbing Chi Lin's chopsticks with his own. "You can't eat, you can only drink your porridge."

Chi Lin's displeasure was evident on his face, but mindful that this was Deng Yin's territory, he could only reluctantly put down his chopsticks and drink the porridge.

The people at the table were puzzled, but since it was Deng Yin's decision, no one dared to object.

Wang Xi glanced at Deng Yin, then at Chi Lin, and said nothing, quietly shoveling rice into her mouth.

It's said that arguing can affect one's appetite, but that's not the case for Chi Lin.

You're not going to give him vegetables, are you?

So you're only letting him drink porridge?

Chi Lin drank bowl after bowl, finishing three bowls before stopping.

This kind of revenge is like children playing house, no, even children playing house isn't that childish.

Deng Yin didn't realize that he was expressing anger. He thought that his appetite had increased and was thinking of cooking two more pots of porridge for him that night.

Despite being angry, Chi Lin still ate slowly and carefully.

Elegant, truly elegant.

They say beautiful women are good for you to eat, and that's absolutely true.

Wang Xi looked at him and ate half a bowl more rice.

To be fair, Gou Dan is also good-looking, but looking at him only affects Wang Xi's appetite and makes her not want to eat.

Before the grudges from before could be resolved, Gou Dan went on a mission with Deng Yin.

Time will not make problems disappear; it will only make them worse.

Don't underestimate children; they can hold grudges very well.

At least Wang Xi is.

After lunch, Li Pingle washed the dishes by herself. When she put them in the cupboard after she finished, she realized that one of the bowls was missing.

In Chi Lin's room.

Wang Xi opened the door a crack, and seeing that no one was inside, she immediately slipped in.

Chi Lin had eaten a bit too much for this meal, and he lay on the bed to digest. The door opened very quietly, but he still heard it.

Chi Lin assumed it was Deng Yin who had arrived, so he didn't say anything and even turned his back.

"Give."

The voice didn't sound like Deng Yin's. Chi Lin turned around and saw a little girl holding a bowl up to him.

The bowl was full, filled with the dishes we ate for lunch today.

"I saw you really wanted to eat these, so I got you a bowl." After Chi Lin took the bowl, Wang Xi continued, "You can't tell your sister about this. Eat quickly, and I'll take the bowl with me when you're done."

"Why?" Chi Lin asked, "If you're afraid your sister will find out, why did you send me this?"

“Because I saw you wanted to eat it,” Wang Xi blinked her round eyes, her voice carrying the innocence of a child. “I know what it feels like to want something but not be able to eat it, but there must be a reason why your sister won’t let you eat it. This is a secret between the two of us, and you can’t tell your sister.”

Chi Lin still didn't understand why she did this, and just stared at her blankly.

"Why are you looking at me? Look at the food." Wang Xi shook the chopsticks in Chi Lin's hand. "If you don't eat faster, your sister will find out. What are you daydreaming about?"

Chi Lin was very full, but seeing Wang Xi urging him on, he couldn't bring himself to refuse.

Wang Xi was still worried, so she stayed by the door while Chi Lin ate, afraid that someone would come in.

The more he chewed slowly, the less he could eat. As if possessed, Chi Lin secretly poured all the food from his bowl into the cabinet in front of his bed.

"I'm done eating."

Wang Xi ran over and took the bowl, "You finished eating so quickly, you're amazing."

Before leaving, she made sure to remind Chi Lin, "Remember to keep it a secret, don't tell anyone I was here."

Without waiting for Chi Lin's reply, Wang Xi sneaked out.

When Wang Xi entered the kitchen, Li Pingle was looking for the missing bowl.

"I think I accidentally dropped my bowl when I finished eating. I just saw it under the table and realized what happened." Wang Xi handed the bowl to Li Pingle, looking pitiful. "Daddy, can you not tell Mommy about this? Let's keep it a secret between us, okay?"

How could Li Pingle resist agreeing? To reassure Wang Xi, he even made a pinky promise with her.

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That's the downside of having a lot of people; we just finished washing the dishes less than two hours ago, and now we have to start preparing dinner again.

So far, Li Pingle is the only chef who can cook so many dishes every day. Fortunately, although Gou Dan's cooking is terrible, he is eager to learn. He helps out at every meal, but doesn't participate in the cooking; he just prepares the ingredients.

Deng Yin's family has also improved; they now have people specifically for preparing food, just like the restaurant.

Chi Lin didn't come out for dinner; he hadn't finished digesting what he ate at noon and wasn't hungry at all.

After Wang Xi left his room at noon, Chi Lin was busy tidying up the cabinet.

To make cleaning easier, he turned the vegetables upside down into the cupboard when pouring them in, so that the soiled area would be smaller and easier to clean later.

The cabinets in Deng Yin's house were all given away as a gift when she bought the house. The materials weren't very good, but the paint and such were quite nice.

Waterproof and oil-proof, Chi Lin scraped the vegetables onto the cloth, wiped it clean, and left no trace.

Chi Lin was conflicted; he didn't know whether he should pour the vegetables into the slop bucket or into the outhouse.

Fearing discovery if he poured the swill into the bucket, he ultimately chose to dump it in the latrine.

The cloth used to wrap the leftovers was a dishcloth that Chi Lin had taken from the kitchen. This kind of dishcloth should have a lot of oil stains, but Li Pingle was very clean and washed it several times after each use, so there was no odor on it.

Chi Lin thought that there should be plenty of dishcloths, and even if one was lost, no one would notice. But little did he know that for a seasoned kitchen enthusiast like Li Pingle, dishcloths, like the people who prepare food, are always more comfortable to use than new ones.

The dishcloth mysteriously disappeared, and the bowl from lunchtime also mysteriously disappeared for a while. Li Pingle didn't believe Wang Xi's words. After discovering that a bowl was missing, he searched along the way, but there was no trace of the bowl, whether under the table or on the ground.

Li Pingle didn't know who took the rag, but he knew why Wang Xi took the bowl.

This child has been so considerate and thoughtful since he was little; he inherited that trait from him.

In order to prevent another bowl from being lost while washing dishes, and to prevent the dishcloth from being lost again, Li Pingle took the initiative to ask Deng Yinti Chi Lin for the right to eat vegetables.