Firefly Journey

The Xu family truly lives up to its reputation as a noble family in Yicheng. Their education from a young age is exceptional. They not only require their children to learn various kinds of written knowledge and become extraordinary individuals from childhood, but they also cultivate other skills.

When it comes to cooking, she naturally had a high-end private chef teach her step by step. Fengling learns everything quickly, and this is no exception.

Lin Yuanran had never seen Feng Ling cook, simply because the Xu family was too wealthy, and cooking was something she had no chance of doing.

After arriving at the temple, Fengling stayed indoors most of the time, eating in the temple's canteen. Occasionally, she would show off her cooking skills when she felt like it, but unfortunately, Lin Yuanran was not there at the time, so most of the meals were given to Hantina.

When traveling, it's even more impossible for Fengling to stay in a hotel.

Now that she's back on Earth, she's willing to show off her skills.

Early in the morning, the wind chimes rang, and Lin Yuanran also got up. As if they were telepathically connected, the two looked at each other in front of the bathroom in their pajamas.

The suite only had one bathroom, and since two people wanted to use it at the same time, they unfortunately bumped into each other.

"You go first..." Lin Yuanran looked away.

The wind chimes didn't stand on ceremony; after a brief commotion, they were done. Lin Yuanran then took a good time washing up.

When Lin Yuanran came out, Feng Ling was already dressed up. She extended an invitation: "My Chinese is still not very fluent, so I'm afraid I'll need you to come with me."

Lin Yuanran had already prepared herself to stay in bed the next day and planned to buy the groceries by herself, so she naturally agreed to the invitation.

After changing their clothes in their room, the two went out hand in hand.

……

The wet market was truly bustling, with the sounds of haggling never ceasing, making it impossible to get any peace and quiet.

People are often interested in things that don't fit in. Fengling is a Westerner, and her appearance is fundamentally different from that of Easterners. Although Hangzhou is internationally connected, foreigners are not very common, so it's hard not to take a second look when you see her.

Many elderly people selling vegetables were talking about the two of them, saying that the young man was lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend.

Some young people who came to buy groceries, regardless of gender, couldn't help but feel envious.

After all, even if Lin Yuanran's appearance on Earth wasn't as handsome as on the Pan-Ancient Continent, it was still above average. Feng Ling's appearance hadn't changed at all; she was naturally beautiful, so how could people not envy her?

It was just buying groceries; before long, the two returned to their rented room and poured out all their purchases.

Looking at the ingredients, Lin Yuanran asked, "What...are you planning to make?"

Fengling pinched a mushroom, shook it, and said, "How about mushroom soup?"

"You don't have some kind of obsession with mushrooms, do you...?"

"I don't have any obsessions, but I was reminded of the time I spent in the temple. Although it was boring, it was also comfortable and carefree."

Why are you making that strange face? The soup is just a side dish; I can cook the real dishes.

Lin Yuanran thought of a question.

Isn't the West supposed to be a culinary wasteland? Well, Feng Ling... wait, she's from the Xu family. The Xu family ancestors migrated from the eastern part of the ancient continent. The Chu Kingdom is like a different world version of the Great Xia Dynasty, so the food shouldn't be too bad, right?

With a skeptical attitude, Lin Yuanran returned to the living room, waiting for the wind chimes to show their skills.

After a while, Fengling called him in to help.

Lin Yuanran entered the kitchen and was slightly surprised to see the dazzling array of dishes.

The wind chimes weren't exaggerating; at least in terms of appearance, they looked very appetizing.

"What are you standing there for? Help me take it out."

"oh oh!"

The small dining table was laden with a variety of dishes, as abundant as a Manchu Han Imperial Feast—or so Lin Yuanran thought.

Lin Yuanran laughed and said, "I thought it would be a table full of carbohydrates."

Feng Ling tapped his hand with her chopsticks: "You idiot, don't judge things by stereotypes, okay? The people who taught me to cook were the best chefs in all of Yicheng. I learned their skills perfectly! Try it."

Lin Yuanran casually picked up a piece of tofu from a plate, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly. After swallowing it all, he couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"Not bad, really not bad. I never expected you to have such skills. I feel ashamed of myself." Lin Yuanran praised him.

Feng Ling said proudly, "That's right."

Lin Yuanran changed the subject: "Since you're better at cooking than me, why don't you do it all from now on?"

"Dream on." Wind Chime refused ruthlessly. "In our family, it's always my dad who does the cooking."

Lin Yuanran knew he was referring to his father on Earth, but he insisted on arguing with him.

"The Xu family are nobles of Yicheng, yet they don't even have servants to cook?"

Fengling picked up a large piece of braised pork, shoved it into his bowl, and said irritably:

"Eat your food!"

……

After lunch, the two went to the school library in the afternoon.

Coming to the library was Fengling's idea yesterday, naturally because she wanted to learn Chinese.

Fengling started learning Chinese back in her home in California, and by the time she came to Hangzhou, her level wasn't as bad as she told Lin Yuanran; it was enough for basic communication in daily life.

I came to the library to compare and see if I could read an entire book written entirely in Chinese characters without having to do it alone.

When Fengling is seriously learning something, her state is terrifying. From afternoon to evening, she is tireless. Lin Yuanran, who accompanied her, is tired, but she seems to have inexhaustible energy.

Lin Yuanran seemed to understand why she had always been so outstanding.

The two didn't come out until the museum closed.

On the way back, Fengling raised an eyebrow and asked, "How's the book I asked you to read going?"

When Lin Yuanran entered the library in the afternoon, he intended to just pick up a book and glance at it, but Feng Ling recommended one to him. For Lin Yuanran, unless it was something like incredibly powerful magic, he wasn't interested in anything, but since Feng Ling recommended it, he figured it couldn't hurt to take a look.

The more he looked, the more surprised he became.

Because in this book, Anne of Green Gables, he saw familiar words; it turned out that the spell used to activate the communication with the ancestral artifact came from there.

Lin Yuanran was immediately filled with regret.

This book is considered a world classic, but unfortunately he had never read it since childhood. If he had read it earlier, he might have been able to discover the origin of the wind chimes back in the ancient continent.

From afternoon to evening, Lin Yuanran held the book and read it continuously, truly engrossed in it and still wanting more.

The little girl in the story is unconventional and her life is full of hardships, but she always has a warm heart and warms everything around her with love. This kind of spirit is so rare.

"It's very beautiful, it feels like you're actually there. You can feel the charm of the scenes in the book just by imagining them. Speaking of which, the countryside of the principality is very similar to it."

"Yes, everyone in my hometown loves reading this book. I've loved it since I was a child."

"No wonder, your personality is similar to Anne's in the book in some ways, and even better."

Are you saying I'm sarcastic and mean?

No! I meant you're full of energy!

"That's pretty much it."

Feng Ling suddenly pulled him to a stop, then stood on tiptoe and touched his forehead with her lips.

"Thank you for the compliment, my Gilbert."