Leaving the jumpy woman in the ladies' restroom, Lu Mingming returned to her workstation, her life in the research lab resuming.
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Morian would be back at the lab tomorrow, and progress could not be disrupted. As for any news, it would be a mix of truth and deception.
With such thoughts, Lu Mingming suppressed the trembling in her hands as she prepared the first sample. Two hours passed. Placing the experimental results on the latest display stand, Lu Mingming breathed a sigh of relief. Today's tasks were complete, and she could pack up and leave. Relaxing her expression, Lu Mingming tidied her things and changed into casual clothes, leaving the research lab directly.
The contact information for the woman on her lightbrain had been processed, and Lu Mingming carefully examined the other party's basic information. It was a neat and simple account, seemingly without anything special. The only oddity was a peculiar symbol in the upper right corner of the account. Coincidentally, when Lu Mingming first obtained her lightbrain and searched for information on her first day, this specific symbol was a prominent mark of the Gude Fen sect.
"Do you have any other siblings?" Lu Mingming recalled. In the real world, she didn't know for sure, but in a parallel world...
"I have a younger brother named Lu Hongyu. We grew up together since childhood. Although he's adopted, he's always been well-behaved and obedient."
After answering this question, Orlan Nar began his lengthy, almost census-like inquiries. Though Lu Mingming didn't fully grasp the other party's intentions, she answered everything. As the heir to the main planet's alliance, it was easy to find out what he wanted to know, so why not be forthcoming?
"Last question. Can you cook? Or rather, how well do you cook?"
"This..." Lu Mingming remembered hearing this question from Morian just a few days ago. Relying on the long life experiences implanted in her memory, apart from essential live streaming, the research institute didn't seem to have any special requirements for culinary skills.
"It's probably not very good. Others say my cooking is strange."
"Come with me now." Seeing Lu Mingming's lack of confidence, Orlan Nar directly reached a conclusion.
Lu Mingming added, "If my cooking isn't good, please don't blame me."
Orlan Nar didn't reply, changing direction and leading Lu Mingming to a special rest area in the research institute. This area had a small kitchen, a small dining table, and even bunk beds, a truly aristocratic setup. Without time to look, Lu Mingming fumbled into an apron, about to embark on her second culinary adventure. She opened the refrigerator, and at first glance, only tomatoes, eggs, cucumbers, and potatoes remained. These ingredients were most commonly mixed into vegetable salads by interstellar people, refreshing and delicious. Lu Mingming's immediate absurd thought was to stir-fry eggs and tomatoes together.
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She said hesitantly, "I'm really going to cook it. Don't say my food is strange later."
Orlan Nar remained unfazed. "No need to worry. I've eaten exotic beast meat before, so no matter how bad the food is, I can accept it."
With reassurance, Lu Mingming took out the eggs and tomatoes with confidence, ready to showcase her skills. Orlan Nar watched Lu Mingming busily working in the kitchen. In his mental sea, he silently asked, "Are you sure she's the one you're looking for?" He paused for a moment. "The way she's going about it, she doesn't seem like someone who can cook."
In his mental sea, a voice identical to his replied, "Just wait and see. Mingming's cooking is delicious. Your people have prevented her from cooking all this time and have even damaged her confidence!" The deep, magnetic voice was filled with exasperation. "So many people want to eat Mingming's cooking but don't have the chance, and I am honored to be a VIP user. Not only that, but her cooking can treat mental riots. Morian lived there for a while and slowly recovered."
"That's amazing..." Orlan Nar clearly didn't believe it.
The other Orlan Nar added, "If you don't eat it, let me take over your body. In a way, we're the same person. I know everything you know, so don't worry that I won't be clear about related matters."
"No, thank you." Orlan Nar directly refused. "I'm afraid your infatuation might be contagious."
After speaking, Orlan Nar ignored the chatter in his mental sea, put on his napkin, and leaned in to take a closer look— A dish of red and yellow, the overall color was warm, and the scent of sweet, sour, and moist aromas wafted forward. Frankly, it didn't smell particularly good.
Lu Mingming fidgeted with her fingers. "See if you like it... I just thought of it. I feel like this will be more delicious."
"Just thought of it...?" Orlan Nar repeated skeptically.
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"It means my cooking doesn't suit the general palate, so no one eats it. I don't know how well I've done." Speaking of this, Lu Mingming felt a bit embarrassed, implying that you'll have to bear with it and be my first customer.
Orlan Nar's body stiffened, while the other self in his mind repeated like a machine: "Do you want to switch bodies with me? Do you want to switch bodies with me? Do you want to switch bodies with me?" The noisy, fly-like disturbance made him somewhat agitated.
"Shut up." He hissed.
Lu Mingming quickly moved to a distant seat. "Okay, okay, okay."
Orlan Nar: ... It seemed he had been misunderstood. But it didn't matter; the voice in his mental sea had finally calmed down a little.
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Orlan Nar awkwardly picked up a piece of egg with his fork and tried putting it in his mouth, praying, "I hope the dish is as good as you say." As soon as this mouthful of scrambled eggs and tomatoes entered his mouth, the rich egg aroma, combined with the sweet and sour taste of the tomatoes, brought endless aftertaste. With a gentle bite, it melted in his mouth, leaving a rich and enjoyable sensation. It was a completely different experience from the other dishes he had eaten before.
The perfectly cooked dish was indeed peculiar, and the taste was no less than that of a five-star restaurant. The eggs were fried to a golden crisp, tender and smooth inside, with soft tomatoes enveloping them. The sweet and crisp texture was not greasy, the sweet and sour balanced. With one bite, a sense of satisfaction arose, and the crisp, sweet juice filled his mouth.
Orlan Nar began to believe what someone had said. His expression remained unchanged, and he quickly used his chopsticks to eat the entire plate of scrambled eggs and tomatoes with rice, not leaving a single drop of the sauce. He elegantly wiped his mouth with a silk scarf. "I'll pay you. Can you make me one meal a day? I'm not threatening you; I'm requesting."
Lu Mingming looked up to meet his face, which showed no discernible thoughts—this was simply the greatest reward for her cooking. Even someone as gentle as the old woman couldn't bring herself to eat it, let alone the heir to the alliance. Lu Mingming almost wondered if she had gone mad and was hallucinating, or if the person opposite her was suffering from the after-effects of this plate of scrambled eggs and tomatoes, the poison deeply ingrained.
She cautiously refused, "I'm sorry, I don't think my cooking is that exquisite. It's quite far from the level of chefs within the Star Alliance."
Looking again at his cold, expressionless face, Lu Mingming quickly changed her words: "Your Highness, if you like it, I can give you a portion to try after my experiments yield new results."
"That's fine." Orlan Nar nodded, then took the initiative to clear the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. "I hope to get more of your dishes tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow."