280: Chapter 279: Is this your lavish lunch?
280: Chapter 279: Is this your lavish lunch?
Lin Feifei, flushed with embarrassment, buried herself in the bed.
Why was she always having such impure thoughts these days?
Tangyu was also somewhat awkward, realizing he had been too hasty and had not explained himself, which led to the misunderstanding.
His own purity had taken quite a hit.
It took a while for Lin Feifei to calm down and lie down for the treatment.
This time, it took Tangyu a full half hour before he finally stopped.
As soon as he did, his body softened and he collapsed onto the bed; he was utterly exhausted.
He had nearly drained all of his Pure Yang Qi into Lin Feifei, ensuring her safety for three days.
It was the first time he had exhausted all his Pure Yang Qi and naturally, he was drained.
“Ah, what’s wrong with you?” Lin Feifei caught Tangyu and asked with concern.
When Tangyu lay down, he lay close to Lin Feifei on the bed.
Adding to that, due to her deep concern, Lin Feifei had caught him, leading them to fall asleep together in a rather intimate position.
This caused Lin Feifei’s face to be covered with a crimson blush, full of shyness.
“I’m just too tired, let me rest for an hour,” Tangyu said weakly.
Lin Feifei immediately understood what had happened and felt a warmth in her heart.
She withdrew her hand, got out of bed, and said, “Then I won’t disturb you.
You take a rest.” After speaking, Lin Feifei left the room.
“Phew—” Tangyu also sighed deeply, feeling completely drained for the first time.
He had to practice cultivating some Pure Yang Qi now; otherwise, he feared he wouldn’t have much strength later.
As if by magic, a crystal-clear object, resembling the Immortal Pill from the novels, appeared in Tangyu’s hand, emitting a faint orchid fragrance that seemed to instantly revive the spirit and add a great deal of energy.
Tangyu tossed the pill into his mouth, closed his eyes, and began to practice the Pure Yang Scripture.
If Lin Feifei had been there at that moment, she would have been astonished to find that Tangyu seemed to be at the center of a vortex, with bands of elusive light radiating from his body, a sight of otherworldly wonder.
“My master only managed to refine nine of these treasures; this is the third one I’ve used,” Tangyu thought with a pang of pain.
After leaving the room, Lin Feifei patted her chest.
Her face still felt hot, and the little deer in her heart was wildly pounding.
Taking a few deep breaths, Lin Feifei managed to slowly calm herself down.
“Stay pure, I mustn’t have such wild thoughts anymore.
I’m so embarrassed.
Let’s not think about it anymore, it’s all in the past,” Lin Feifei muttered to herself, shaking her head.
Unconsciously, she had made her way to the living room.
“Oh, it’s already noon, and Tangyu is still resting.
Why don’t I cook him lunch while he rests?” A thought suddenly popped into Lin Feifei’s mind.
Every woman has the desire to cook a hearty lunch for the man she likes.
Although this thought made Lin Feifei blush again, she quickly reassured herself: “Tangyu fainted because of me.
It’s only right for me to cook him a meal as a way of showing my gratitude.
As a person, one should know to repay kindness.”
Lin Feifei heartily accepted this rationale and decided to just do it.
Even though she had never really cooked before, not even washed dishes, this time she gathered her courage, put on an apron, and walked into the kitchen.
Although Guo Momo had never been in the kitchen and lacked any experience, as an expert in her own right, she had picked up a few things here and there.
She also learned a bit from watching cooking shows on television; it was just that she hadn’t put it into practice yet.
Looking at the kitchen, Lin Feifei felt an inexplicable sense of fear in her heart.
“Cheer up, Feifei, you can definitely do it.
You are a genius.
After watching others cook for so many years, it’s your time to show what you can do.” Lin Feifei clenched her fist to pump herself up and made up her mind.
She began by washing the rice to cook, following her memory.
She remembered that Momo’s group always used one scoop of rice to cook, but considering Tangyu’s appetite, she used two scoops of rice.
After washing the rice, she was puzzled by another question, how much water should she add?
She pondered this question for several minutes, even checking her phone for answers, but with everyone offering different advice, she finally just haphazardly filled the pot with water and started the rice cooker.
However, she missed a critical step.
Once the rice was taken care of, Lin Feifei gave a satisfied pat of her hands and chuckled confidently, “Making rice isn’t so hard.
As long as I, Lin Feifei, am willing to cook, I won’t be much worse than Sister Momo.
Hmm, I will make Tangyu a lavish lunch; I want to touch his heart.
Okay, what to cook?
It seems like I didn’t buy any vegetables, wonder if there’s any in the freezer.” She opened the freezer to search and found four eggs and two sausages.
“We’re out of vegetables, should I go to the market to buy some?
No, it’s too dirty there.
Forget it, scrambled eggs with sausage taste pretty good.
That’s what I will make for lunch today.” Lin Feifei pursed her lips and said.
After about an hour of cultivation, Tangyu had recovered to seventy percent.
Of course, the lion’s share of the credit went to his master’s precious remedy.
In fact, Tangyu didn’t know what the remedy was, or even how it was made.
He had asked his master about it, but the Ghost Doctor always refused to say.
Still, the effects were crystal clear to Tangyu: immensely powerful.
Although not quite bringing the dead back to life, as long as there was a breath left in the body, no matter how severe the injury, it could save a life – calling it an Immortal Pill was no exaggeration.
Of course, this item was extremely precious.
Even after expending all his life’s effort, the Ghost Doctor had managed to refine only nine pills.
He also mentioned that their successful creation was due in large part to sheer luck.
“Knock knock!” A series of knocks sounded at the door.
Tangyu promptly ended his cultivation, balanced his breath, got out of bed, and opened the door.
Tangyu wrinkled his nose and said, “Why do you smell of cooking fumes?”
Lin Feifei smiled proudly and responded, “Of course, because I just finished making you a sumptuous lunch in the kitchen.
I’ve come to invite you down for lunch.
Hehe, don’t be touched, and don’t look at me like that.
This is the first time I’ve ever cooked, and it’s a sumptuous lunch too.” A woman naturally feels a great sense of achievement after successfully doing something she’s never done before.
Tangyu was indeed somewhat surprised; Lin Feifei had actually gone as far as cooking for him.
“Hehe, so you’ve given me another first,” Tangyu joked with a smile.
“Nobody’s first time has been given to you, and ‘another’—I haven’t.
Ignore you, hurry up and come down for lunch.
When you see the lavish lunch I’ve prepared, I believe you’ll definitely praise me.” Lin Feifei pouted and then dashed down the stairs ahead of him.
Watching Lin Feifei’s adorable expression, Tangyu also smiled and followed her.
“Then, I’m somewhat looking forward to it.”
When Tangyu arrived at the dining table, he saw a large plate on it.
Inside the plate were four — what are those supposed to be, eggs?
But eggs fried by others are usually golden, why are these black?
And hard as well, are they really eggs?
Who told you that eggs could look like this?
Okay, let’s just assume they are eggs, but what about those two charred, stick-like objects that are also blackened?
After thinking for a while, Tangyu realized they might be sausages.
How great must the animosity be to char the sausages to this extent?
Four eggs and two sausages, both of which were burned…
Seeing this, Tangyu felt a bit of a mess, his legs involuntarily tightening, as if a chilly breeze had brushed by.
Indeed, one shouldn’t hold too great expectations for a woman’s cooking skills, or else one might end up with a painful situation like now.
But seeing Lin Feifei’s face brimming with happiness and pride, Tangyu could only swallow his words.
“Feifei, is this the hearty lunch you mentioned?” Tangyu forced a smile and asked.
Lin Feifei nodded, “Yes, yes, four eggs and two sausages, isn’t that plentiful?
Before, Momo would only make two eggs and one sausage, but look, I’ve doubled that.”
“…”
Okay, if this continued, it wasn’t just going to be an eggache, but the sorrow of a double eggache.
“Yes, it is indeed plentiful,” Tangyu nodded, feeling like saying he wasn’t hungry and had to go out, but that would definitely hurt Lin Feifei’s feelings, after all, this was her first time.
And girls cherish their first times.
“Hehe, it’s quite alright, I’m just starting out.
Once I cook more often, I won’t be worse than Momo.
I made this especially for you, so make sure to eat it all up,” Lin Feifei said with a smile.
“This—”
At that moment, Tangyu thought about fasting.
It might be better to just give himself a pack of rat poison.
“What’s wrong, is it too little?” Lin Feifei asked.
“No, no, it’s plenty.
I can’t eat much at noon anyway, it’s really enough.
Thank you for making such a hearty lunch.
I’ll make sure to finish it,” Tangyu quickly shook his head and waved his hands.
“Hehe, then you better eat while it’s hot.
I’ll go scoop some rice for you,” Lin Feifei said with a laugh, then cheerfully dashed to the kitchen.
Once Lin Feifei was gone, Tangyu once again showed his decisive side, grabbed the plate and sprinted out, then quickly returned at the same breakneck speed.
Of course, by the time he returned, the plate was already empty.
Tangyu took a paper towel, dabbed a bit of oil on the plate, and breathed a sigh of relief.
To actually finish that burnt pile would mean risking poisoning or, at the very least, a half-dead state; so, for the sake of his own life safety, Tangyu decisively threw it away.
“Ah—” A strange scream came from the kitchen.
Tangyu’s eyebrows raised, and he dashed to the kitchen.
He saw that Lin Feifei was okay, just standing in front of the rice cooker with a peculiar expression, her eyes wide.
“What’s wrong, Feifei?” Tangyu asked.
Lin Feifei looked at Tangyu blankly and said, “It’s so strange; why isn’t the rice cooked yet?
It’s still the same as when I started.”
Tangyu went over to take a look.
This wasn’t rice but rather water with rice.
Upon inspection, Tangyu almost couldn’t help but laugh.
The switch wasn’t even on; how could the rice cook?
If rice could cook without boiling, that would be truly bizarre.
“At this rate, the rice will never cook in your lifetime,” Tangyu said.
“Ah, why?
Isn’t that how Momo does it?” Lin Feifei asked with a puzzled face.
“Cough, because you only plugged in the electric cord but didn’t press this switch,” Tangyu explained.
“Ah—” Lin Feifei’s face immediately turned red, embarrassment washing over her.
She felt so ashamed for making such a basic mistake.
Her first time cooking for a boy, and this was the outcome.
“All right, I’m full now.
I’ve got urgent matters to attend to, so I’ll be leaving first.
Later, you can go to school on your own; be careful.
Also, I might not come back for the next couple of days,” Tangyu said.
“You’re already finished?” Lin Feifei turned to look at the now-empty plate on the dining table, then finally smiled and said, “Oh, got it.
You be careful too.” Although she was curious about what Tangyu was up to, she didn’t want to ask.
Smart women don’t always ask men what they’re doing; that would only make them disliked.