Scientific Travel

When Deng Yin saw the two of them return, he said, "Oh, you're back just in time. Feifei, go wash the vegetables, and Wei Wujiang, go chop the meat and vegetables."

While Feifei was washing the vegetables, Wei Wujiang cut the meat. By the time Feifei finished washing the vegetables, Wei Wujiang had also cut the meat.

There weren't many vegetables to chop, and Feifei wanted to help, but Wei Wujiang chased her out of the kitchen. "Children shouldn't touch knives."

Feifei raised an eyebrow and obediently agreed.

It is said that children from poor families learn to be independent early. He had to cook for himself when he was three years old. At first, he would cry if he cut his finger, but later, even when he was beaten to the point of near death, he did not shed a single tear.

Feifei didn't come out empty-handed; he brought out the vegetables that Wei Wujiang had chopped.

It was still very cold, and the vegetables and meat were frozen solid. Even Wei Wujiang took a lot of effort to cut them.

Seeing Feifei come out, Deng Yin waved him over. "When I went to the city today, I saw that city people dip their hot pot in sauce. I bought a few kinds. See which ones you want to eat and mix them yourself."

Feifei hates eating hot pot. No matter how many ways you prepare it, it's still hard to eat.

"Thank you, miss."

Deng Yin gently patted his head. "Don't call me Miss, just call me Sister from now on."

Feifei paused in her hand as she scooped the seasoning, then softly replied, "Okay, sister."

Gao Ruizhe only ate one fish, and while the fire was still burning, he reheated the fish that Feifei had eaten.

This child is not in good health; if he doesn't eat dinner, he'll definitely have a stomachache in the middle of the night.

Feeling content with his role as a good older brother, Gao Ruizhe walked home. Before he even got close, he could smell the fragrance coming from the yard.

Gao Ruizhe's upturned lips froze, and he quickened his pace.

Well, that little rascal! I was worried he'd get a stomachache, so I saved him a fish, but he actually ate it all by himself behind my back!

When Deng Yin saw Gao Ruizhe come in, he pointed to the spice rack next to him. "The spice rack is over there. Come and eat when you're done."

Since Deng Yin had said so, Gao Ruizhe had no choice but to agree.

When Gao Ruizhe came in, Deng Yin saw that he had already taken several bites of the grilled fish in his hand.

If a servant doesn't cook dinner for his master and instead goes to steal food, such behavior in other people's homes might result in him being sold at best, or even beaten at worst.

Gao Ruizhe didn't remember the grilled fish in his hand until he reached the condiment rack. He froze, unsure whether to throw it away or not.

Fortunately, Deng Yin didn't say anything.

Sigh, as expected, no woman can resist his seduction. Gao Ruizhe confidently tossed his head.

The meal was attended by several people with their own thoughts, including Deng Yin.

All she could think about was how good the grilled fish Gao Ruizhe had made looked; she wanted to ask him to make it again another day.

The next day came quickly; Deng Yin asked Gao Ruizhe to make her grilled fish.

Gao Ruizhe's heart tightened, knowing that Deng Yin was calling him out, so he quickly set up a fire in the yard to roast the fish.

Thinking of the grilled fish Wei Wujiang made yesterday, Gao Ruizhe sprinkled the same seasoning on it when he grilled it.

They look exactly alike.

Logically speaking, Gao Ruizhe should be praising his culinary skills a thousand times in his mind at this moment. The talent of being able to make any dish after only seeing it once is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

But now I'm too busy trying to figure out what Deng Yin meant.

Last night I thought she had fallen in love with me and didn't care about such a small thing.

But now it seems that she was clearly calculating, and even reminded herself of it the next day!

It should have been lunchtime, but Gao Ruizhe was too busy grilling fish for Deng Yin, so the rest of the people could only wait for Deng Yin to finish eating while they were still hungry.

Fortunately, Deng Yin ate quickly, putting down the food after only one bite: "Go make lunch."

It seems that grilled fish is all show and no substance; it doesn't taste much better than what I make myself.

Gao Ruizhe breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed that he had been forgiven.

Sure enough, no one can resist her charm.

It turns out that people in a good mood cook better.

Considering it was already late, Gao Ruizhe prepared dishes that could be cooked quickly.

Deng Yin now understands why so many people who hoard novels always include a chef in their inventory—it's genuinely useful!

If Gao Ruizhe hadn't had ulterior motives, Deng Yin would have really wanted to keep him by his side for life.

During this time, whenever Deng Yinfan ate a delicious dish, she would ask Gao Ruizhe to teach her how to cook it, so that even if Gao Ruizhe left in the future, Deng Yinfan could still eat the same delicious dishes.

But in Gao Ruizhe's eyes, this is love!

Because I like him, I used the excuse of learning to cook to get in touch with him.

The method wasn't sophisticated, but it was effective; physical contact was inevitable when cooking.

How does love come about? Through contact.

But there are always exceptions. Wei Wujiang, for some unknown reason, insisted on learning to cook with him.

It can't be that I'm so charming that I appeal to both men and women, right?

Wei Wujiang studied even more diligently than Deng Yin. He would watch Gao Ruizhe cook every day, and after watching so much, he actually mastered the skill.

Then it became a daily routine for Wei Wujiang and Gao Ruizhe to take turns cooking, and Deng Yin would occasionally cook a meal if he was in a good mood. In the end, Feifei became the one with the most free time.

Feifei's only job every day is to feed the horses. Now that there is no grass, the horses are eating vegetables meant for humans.

Deng Yin would drive his carriage out every week, supposedly to buy groceries, and he always went by himself.

In reality, they just drove around in the carriage, occasionally going to the forest to collect some plant sap.

Deng Yin put all the unpleasant-smelling plant juices into the multi-compartment bottle, which has 10,000 compartments. Currently, 346 compartments are filled with plant juices.

Every time Deng Yin returned from grocery shopping, his carriage would be overflowing with vegetables.

No one could help but be curious about the variety of vegetables available at once, but no one asked.

Seeing that Wei Wujiang's injury was almost healed, at least on the surface it looked completely healed.

An accident happened.

The so-called tornado disaster struck Deng Yin's home.