novelraw Chapter 73 Renxue: Can it be the same?
Chapter 73 Renxue: Can it be the same?
Chapter 73 Qian Renxue: How can that be the same?
Seeing that Qian Renxue had finally calmed down and stopped crying, Nan Feng lost interest in lying down any longer.
"stand up."
Nan Feng stood up, straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes, and walked out without looking back: "Follow me."
"Huh? Oh!"
Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment, then quickly bent down, picked up the box of pastries, and ran after him with her slightly weak little legs.
"Mom—Teacher—what are we going to do?"
"Have a meal."
Nan Feng replied irritably, "I really don't know who taught him to lie here shamelessly all day. You're not hungry, but I am."
Qian Renxue blushed, lowered her head, and dared not speak, but obediently followed behind him.
The Papal Palace, the Royal Kitchen.
It was already late at night, and the once bustling imperial kitchen was now deserted, with only a few ever-burning lamps casting a dim yellow glow, and the stoves were cold.
"Alright, stop standing there like an idiot."
Nan Feng rolled up his sleeves and skillfully began rummaging through the ingredients section.
As someone who never skimps on food, he would never choose to eat dry rations, even in a situation like this.
Beef, lamb chops, potatoes, tomatoes —
Without thinking twice, he threw any ingredients that looked appealing onto the cutting board.
With a deft flick of his knife, he quickly chopped the food into appropriately sized pieces.
Immediately afterward, to Qian Renxue's astonishment, he found a huge soup pot, poured all the ingredients into it, added water, sprinkled in seasonings, and covered the pot with the lid.
"Um—teacher—"
Qian Renxue looked at the cold pot that hadn't even been lit yet, and couldn't help but whisper a reminder: "It's not lit yet."
"Starting a fire? That's too slow," Nan Feng said casually.
The next second, a terrifying purplish-black soul power surged from his palm, instantly enveloping the entire large soup pot.
Buzz—!
The air seemed to freeze instantly.
Qian Renxue's eyes widened. She could clearly sense that the soul power enveloping the soup pot was not destroying it, but rather undergoing an extremely high-frequency vibration and compression!
Terrifyingly high temperatures were instantly generated within the soul power. At the same time, the powerful soul power pressure acted like a jack, firmly pressing down on the pot lid and raising the pressure inside the pot to an astonishing level in a short period of time!
"Sizzle s ...————"
The pot was bubbling loudly enough to make your teeth ache.
"this----"
Qian Renxue was stunned.
Soul power—you can do that?!
Less than ten minutes had passed.
"receive."
Nan Feng snapped his fingers, and the purple light that filled the sky instantly dissipated.
He casually lifted the pot lid.
call-!!!
An extremely rich aroma of meat, accompanied by white steam, rose up like a mushroom cloud, instantly filling the entire imperial kitchen.
"Hmm, it's alright."
Nan Feng took a spoonful of the soup, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "It tastes just right."
He casually picked up two large bowls and filled them to the brim with the kind of "mixed stew" that looked somewhat murky in color and even a bit unappetizing.
"Give."
Nan Feng pushed one of the bowls in front of Qian Renxue, his tone curt: "Eat it or don't, it's up to you."
After saying that, he picked up another bowl, sat down on the stove without any regard for appearances, and began to eat heartily.
The essence of this dish lies in the word "messy".
There is no fixed recipe; the taste depends entirely on what ingredients he finds appealing in the kitchen that day.
Qian Renxue looked at the large bowl of steaming, mushy mixture of various ingredients in front of her, her expression somewhat unnatural.
Is this edible?
As a pampered young lady from the Qian family, every meal she ate was a finely presented dish, a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.
This was the first time she had ever seen something like this, which looked like it had been boiled in a pot with swill poured in.
But the hunger in my stomach was just too intense, and besides, it was made by the "teacher" himself —
"Let's give it our all!"
Qian Renxue took a deep breath, and as if heading to the execution ground, she tremblingly picked up a piece of meat and put it in her mouth.
I originally thought that no matter how bad it tasted, I would swallow it down even if I had tears in my eyes, and then loudly praise how delicious it was to please the teacher.
however.
The moment the piece of meat melted on her tongue, her eyes lit up instantly.
"Huh?!"
good to eat!
Surprisingly delicious!
The large chunks of beef and mutton were completely stewed until tender and flavorful, melting in your mouth and absorbing the essence of the broth.
Surprisingly, the potatoes and vegetables inside were not cooked into a paste; they retained the perfect texture, soft and chewy with a slight firmness.
How is that possible?
If you cook them together, the vegetables should have dissolved long ago if you want the meat to become tender!
Ignoring the heat, Qian Renxue shoveled down a couple more mouthfuls of rice and asked indistinctly, "Old Xu (Teacher) — how did you do that?"
"The application of spiritual power and soul power."
Nan Feng ate his meal without looking up, casually explaining, "For the past month, we've been fighting outside and rushing to encircle the Haotian Sect. The conditions were very basic."
"Your biological mother didn't bring a cook with her during the forced march; she only had a few food-type Soul Masters with her. The things those guys conjured up were only enough to fill their stomachs."
"I'm a picky eater, I can't stomach that stuff. But I don't have time to slowly start a fire and cook."
"That's why I came up with this trick."
"Use mental power to precisely control the temperature and pressure in every area of the pot. Apply high pressure to the meat, constant temperature to the vegetables, and high-frequency vibration to the broth."
"It's like simultaneously controlling dozens of small pots at different temperatures on a microscopic level."
Nan Feng swallowed a mouthful of meat and pointed to Qian Renxue's bowl: "Don't be fooled by this messy pot; every ingredient in it is treated differently."
"I tried hundreds of times before I succeeded, and I blew up dozens of pots."
At this point, Nan Feng glanced at Qian Renxue: "Since you call me teacher, this shall be the first lesson."
"Remember, soul power is not just a tool for fighting and killing."
"As long as you have enough self-control, you can make even something as simple as cooking look amazing."
"Of course, that's on the premise that—"
"You need to have the brains."
After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, the "mixed stew" in the pot was thoroughly cleaned, even the broth was skimmed off.
Nan Feng wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, his gaze falling on the pastry box that Qian Renxue had carried all the way, protecting it like a treasure.
"Give it to me."
He stretched out his hand.
Qian Renxue's eyes lit up, and she quickly handed over the box, looking at him expectantly: "Teacher, these are crystal cakes and osmanthus pastries, made according to that master chef's recipe—"
Nan Feng picked up a piece of crystal cake that looked passable, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it a couple of times.
His brows furrowed slightly.
"It's overcooked; the crust is too hard."
He picked up another osmanthus pastry, took a bite, and his brows furrowed even more.
"Too much sugar, it's cloyingly sweet. Do you think sugar is free?"
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The light in Qian Renxue's eyes dimmed instantly, and her two small hands twisted together like a student who had done something wrong: "I—"
This was my first time making it, and I wasn't quite sure how well I controlled the heat. I'll definitely pay attention next time!
"I'll practice as soon as I get back! I'll definitely make the best meal for the teacher!"
"Stop."
Nan Feng swallowed the cloyingly sweet osmanthus pastry in his mouth, rinsed it with water, and waved his hand indifferently: "Stop messing around."
"Cooking is fine as a hobby to relieve boredom. But if you don't have the talent, there's no need to invest too much time and energy in it."
"Get your facts straight. Your hands are for wielding swords, not for kneading dough."
Nan Feng pointed to the remaining half box of pastries and said casually, "If you really want to express your feelings, go to the best shop in the city and buy a serving. It will taste better, and I'll enjoy it too."
"How can they be the same?!"
Qian Renxue retorted instinctively, her little face full of indignation: "I made this myself! I put a lot of thought into it and practiced for a long time before I could make it! It contains my heartfelt feelings!"
"Things bought are cold, impersonal transactions; how can they compare to something made with your own hands?"
"Oh."
Nan Feng chuckled, picked up another piece of mung bean cake, examined it closely, and said casually, "Little Xue, this is the second lesson I'm going to teach you."
"The essence of sincerity is not about self-indulgence, but about making the recipient feel comfortable; that's what sincerity is."
He tossed the mung bean cake into his mouth, chewing as he mumbled, "Look at you! You've spent all that time, getting your hands dirty, exhausting yourself, and all you've done is produce this mess of food that's not cooked properly..."
"Something with an excessively high sweetness level is coming out."
"Then you shove it in front of me and look at me with those eyes that practically want to praise me."
Nan Feng stopped chewing and looked directly at Qian Renxue: "Have you considered my feelings?"
"If I don't eat it, it will make me seem very heartless, disrespectful to you, and may even hurt your fragile heart."
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"But what if I eat it?"
"That's torturing myself. My taste buds are protesting, my stomach is suffering."
"To take care of your feelings, I have to swallow my pain and even praise you for doing a good job against my will."
"To me, this is a burden, a kidnapping, even a punishment."
"So, what exactly do you mean by this so-called 'kindness'? Do you want to make me happy, or do you want to make me miserable?"
Qian Renxue was stunned. She opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.
She had never thought about the problem from this perspective before.
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