Scientific Travel

Li Pingle steamed a tray of pear syrup and sent a plate of it to Deng Yin.

"Busy now?"

Seeing that it was Li Pingle, Deng Yin put down his teacup and poured him a cup of tea.

"No rush, Uncle Li, try this tea. It's not bitter, and it tastes quite good."

Li Pingle is very professional in tea appreciation; wealthy people either enjoy fine wine or fine tea. Sometimes, a fabricated identity requires knowledge in this area.

The three steps to drinking tea: look, smell, and taste.

Deng Yin's tea-brewing skills are almost non-existent; regardless of the type of tea, he simply pours in hot water directly when brewing.

The tea has a greenish hue and looks very clear, with a unique tea fragrance.

Li Pingle placed the plate containing the pear cake paste on the table. The tea was scalding hot, and Li Pingle blew on it several times before taking a sip.

"Good tea." Li Pingle has drunk countless good teas, but the tea in the cup is definitely in the top three.

Deng Yin's tea-brewing technique was a complete waste of such good tea. Li Pingyue couldn't stand it and asked her for some tea leaves.

Learning how to brew tea is also a course, and Li Pingle was very interested in tea, so he was particularly serious when he was learning.

Brewing tea is not only about releasing all the aroma of the tea leaves, but the process itself should also be pleasing to the eye.

Whether it was a wealthy family or royalty, they all employed people specifically responsible for brewing tea.

Without exception, all of these people had long, slender, and fair fingers, and even their faces were flawless.

Only a clean person can fully release the aroma of tea.

The tea-making process is complicated, but Li Pingle's movements are clean and efficient. Regardless of whether it tastes good or not, the process is at least pleasing to the eye.

This was the first time Deng Yin had ever seen someone brew tea like this. To be honest, after going through all that, it did look much better.

"for you."

After brewing the tea, Li Pingle poured a cup for Deng Yin first.

Deng Yin suddenly became elegant and imitated the way Li Pingle drank tea.

"Delicious!" Deng Yin's eyes lit up, and he praised it sincerely: "I can't quite put my finger on why it's so good, but it's definitely much better than before."

"If you like it, that's good. Just let me know next time you want some, and I'll make it for you again."

The topic has gone a bit off track. Although Li Pingle was very happy to be praised, he did not forget why he came here.

“By the way,” Li Pingle hesitated for a long time before speaking, thinking about how to smoothly steer the conversation toward Chi Lin. “Try my new pear pastry, how is it? The pears are very sweet, I didn’t add any sugar.”

Since Deng Yin's space expanded, she planted all the seeds. The pears that Li Pingle used to make pear syrup were planted at that time.

The locally purchased seeds had low yields, and the crops grown from them weren't very good either. Deng Yin didn't plant them for the time being, planning to wait until all the crops had matured before planting them.

Li Pingle's pineapple cakes were as big as a child's fist, and Deng Yin ate them one after another.

"It's delicious! Uncle Li, please call me next time you make it. I want to learn too."

"Okay." Having laid the groundwork, Li Pingyue changed the subject: "Should I give a portion of this pear syrup to the new man?"

"No need to give him any." As he spoke, Deng Yin ate another piece of pear syrup, seemingly enjoying it. "He suddenly fainted before because he ate watermelon. Liu Ding said he's incompatible with watermelon. I don't know how many foods he's incompatible with, so just give him some porridge every day."

"I see." Li Pingle knew that Deng Yin wouldn't stop him from eating vegetables for no reason.

broken!

Wang Xi probably secretly brought him food today!

Li Pingle quickly got up, "Then you eat first, I'll go and bring some to your aunt."

Without waiting for Deng Yin's reply, Li Pingle hurriedly got up and left.

Watching Li Pingle's departing figure, Deng Yin muttered, "He was in such a hurry, why did he give me some to eat first?"

After eating another piece of pear biscuit paste, Deng Yin suddenly realized, "So they're using me as a guinea pig?"

Li Pingle, who was being misunderstood, was completely unaware of the situation. He ran all the way to Chi Lin's room.

Li Pingle pushed open the door, and the person he suspected was dead was jumping around, pacing back and forth on the floor.

Chi Lin was also completely bewildered when he saw Li Pingle suddenly rush in.

So they found out he stole the rag?

"I'm sorry." Chi Lin apologized very quickly, before Li Pingle could even close the door, he had already finished his apology.

Li Pingyue paused for two seconds and then realized what he meant; it turned out that he really was the one who took the rag.

"It's okay, are you okay?"

"What can happen to me?"

Li Pingle closed the door. Remembering his promise to Wang Xi, he whispered, "Didn't Wang Xi bring you food? You didn't feel unwell after eating, did you?"

Chi Lin's face was half puzzled and half shocked. He was puzzled as to how Chi Lin knew, and shocked as to whether the food was poisoned.

Who downloaded it?

Deng Yin?

"I don't feel unwell, why do you ask?" Chi Lin boldly probed, "Did Deng Yin poison the food?"

Seeing that he didn't seem uncomfortable, Li Pingyue breathed a sigh of relief, but was still dissatisfied with what he said. She frowned and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Deng Yin didn't even know that Wang Xi sent you vegetables. How could he possibly poison you?"

Li Pingle will be the judge of Deng Yin's character!

"She doesn't let you eat vegetables because it's for your own good. She's afraid you'll have food incompatibility and faint."

Chi Lin was somewhat surprised. He asked with a hint of disbelief, "Really? Then why did she give me porridge? Isn't she afraid that I'll have problems drinking the porridge?"

Li Ping rolled her eyes. "Who gets sick from drinking porridge? If she didn't give you anything to eat, wouldn't you have died even sooner?"

To avoid having to wash the dishes twice every day, and to protect the dishcloth from being stolen, Li Pingle suppressed her impatience and said, "What kind of food have you eaten that made you faint? Let's eat dinner now. I'll go tell Deng Yin not to cook anything you can't eat."

"This has never happened to me before, it's the first time." Chi Lin recalled that before he fainted, he only remembered that his vision suddenly went blurry, and then he remembered nothing. "I guess it's because I can't eat watermelon."

When Cui Wuji returned last time, he brought back a bunch of watermelons. Everyone in the palace with an official title received at least one watermelon.

It was said to be delicious. Chi Lin had always been interested in delicious food, but he never expected that a bowl of watermelon juice would almost cost him his life.

Li Pingle nodded. "Okay, I understand. You can continue on your way. I need to go and cook."

Li Pingle first went to Deng Yin's room and told him about Chi Lin's situation before going to cook.

Deng Yin wasn't a stingy person; he could easily give him a bite of food. The reason he didn't let him eat at first was simply because he was afraid Deng Yin would faint again.

There weren't many medicinal herbs left from the last time he used them; Deng Yinzhong planted them all in the field. Chi Lin couldn't afford to have another relapse before the next batch of herbs was grown.