Mr. Bao Shan Visits

When Xiao Tao arrived at the kitchen, Lin Su had already finished the noodles in his bowl. He had left three large bowls for Xiao Tao, the second young master, and Yu Lou. Rolling up his sleeves, he was still kneading dough on the cutting board. Xiao Yao, holding an empty bowl, was licking the soup inside.

"Third Young Master, why are you... why are you still doing this lowly work? Madam said you are forbidden from entering the kitchen from now on... Xiao Yao, stop licking. How dare you eat by yourself while letting the Young Master work?"

Xiao Yao jumped in fright and quickly put down the bowl in her hand.

This is where we need to discuss Xiao Yao's position.

In Lin Su's eyes, Xiao Yao was a little sister.

In Xiao Yao's eyes, Lin Su was a big brother.

But in others' eyes, there had to be a hierarchy. From the moment Xiao Tao met Xiao Yao, she had been instilling a bunch of etiquette into her. Hearing Xiao Yao call Lin Su "brother" made Xiao Tao roll her eyes. Xiao Yao didn't provoke her and, in front of Xiao Tao, called Lin Su "Young Master."

"Young Master, let me do it..."

"Xiao Tao, you've come at the perfect time! Xiao Yao is still too small; she's not even as tall as the stove when she stands up. She can't make many delicious foods..." Lin Su smiled. "Come, come, I'll teach you how to make something new called baozi..."

Madam Lin came out of her room and quietly went to the kitchen entrance. She saw Lin Jialiang scratching his head. "Has your third brother come out?"

"No!"

"Xiao Tao hasn't called him out?"

"Xiao Tao... he's teaching Xiao Tao how to make new food. He said he'll make the most delicious breakfast for you tomorrow morning."

"This child..." Madam Lin's imposing aura instantly deflated. "Second Young Master, your third brother loves to play and fool around, so... let him be with these things. But there's one condition: from now on, you must supervise his studies diligently. If he doesn't pass the Provincial Examination in three years, I will hold you accountable!"

"Mother, please don't worry. Third Brother is a genius, not an ordinary person. In three years, he will surely be on the list of successful candidates."

Night fell, and Lin Su fell asleep.

Slap. Xiao Yao slapped her thigh.

Lin Su's drowsy sleep vanished instantly. He opened his eyes. In the darkness, his vision was peculiar; he saw mosquitoes flying in the air.

But strangely, the mosquitoes didn't come near him. They flew to about three feet away and seemed to hit an invisible screen, flying away naturally.

Literary Qi Protection?

This power of the Literary Way was becoming more and more magical.

Summer night mosquitoes were the first gold mine for many transmigrators after arriving in a new world – making mosquito repellent to get rich...

But here, there seemed to be a problem. Those at the top, the rich and powerful, either possessed the power of the Literary Way or the Martial Way, or even the power of formations. Mosquitoes simply couldn't threaten the wealthy. The plan to get rich with mosquito repellent faced the major business taboo of a target audience with insufficient financial resources right from the start.

Forget it. He wouldn't think about such low-level things.

The next day, Lin Su woke up and looked around. There were no toiletries. He let out a breath and felt it was quite fresh. This was still the power of the Literary Way; it had the most miraculous effect in cleansing oneself.

If the power of the Literary Way developed to its extreme, would even flatulence smell like orchids? Lin Su really wanted to know, but of course, he wouldn't be so bored as to actually sniff.

He had important business to attend to: making baozi!

He had transmigrated to this world, but not everything had to rely on the cheat in his brain. His actual skills were even more astonishing.

What were his real skills? High-Score Material Research!

If he could even produce high-score materials, making baozi was naturally a piece of cake!

Last night, he had made a batch of sourdough starter. Sourdough starter was the key to making dough soft and fluffy.

There was no yeast in this world, so he had used a substitute. He wasn't sure if it would succeed on the first try, as he had just done it casually without any testing.

Oh no, the two maids were already up. He hoped they wouldn't turn this sourdough starter into wo wo tou (steamed cornbread buns).

The traditional education the two maids received was: no matter what the ingredient was, it would eventually be made into wo wo tou...

He rushed to the kitchen, arriving just in time.

The fire was lit, the water was hot, and the steamer rack was set up. Xiao Tao held the sourdough starter, about to put it on the rack to steam...

The only thing she hesitated about was that the sourdough starter was too small. If they steamed it like this, it would only make one wo wo tou. Who would eat it?

Lin Su reached out and quickly took the sourdough starter. He observed it carefully, sniffed it, and his heart bloomed with joy. The fermentation was good; it was a complete success!

All morning, for a full two hours, Xiao Tao's eyes were wide open, observing every step of the Third Young Master. When the lid of the steamer was finally lifted, she still cried out in surprise...

"Heavens, more than a dozen plump, white baozi lay inside. They were incredibly soft to the touch. At the Young Master's signal, when she tasted one, she almost swallowed her tongue. Madam will definitely love them..."

She picked up the baozi and ran, heading straight for Madam's bedroom.

Just as she stepped onto the steps of the main hall, the courtyard gate was suddenly pushed open. A mighty old man sniffed the air like a giant hound and arrived in front of her. Xiao Tao quickly hugged the plate of baozi protectively and looked at the old man warily.

The old man sniffed the baozi, his eyes lighting up. "So fragrant! What is this thing?"

"This is breakfast that Third Young Master made for Madam. Old sir, are you..."

"That brat's work? Heh heh, have a taste!"

The old man directly picked up a baozi, opened his mouth wide, and a baozi disappeared into his large maw...

Xiao Tao's mouth hung open. Lin Su, who had just walked out of the kitchen with a baozi in each hand, also widened his eyes.

Damn it! Mr. Bao Shan?

Old man, don't you have any literary integrity?

I'll let the stealing of my poems slide, but you're even stealing my baozi?

Lin Jialiang came out of the room and was greatly surprised to see Mr. Bao Shan. "Mr. Bao Shan!" he said, bowing deeply. As a local scholar, he certainly recognized Mr. Bao Shan.

"Haha, marvelous! Only this young man could create such a delicacy..." Mr. Bao Shan completely ignored Lin Jialiang, reaching for another bun on the tray.

Just then, the room door opened gently.

Mr. Bao Shan's hand, which had been reaching for the bun, suddenly retracted. Silently, a bun from Lin Su's hand disappeared, and the empty spot on the tray was filled.

Mr. Bao Shan, like an enlightened master, appeared serene and composed.

As soon as Madam Lin opened the door, she saw the distinguished figure before her and gasped in surprise, "Mr. Bao Shan!"

She had benefited from her family's influence in the past and knew most of the prominent people in Haining.

Mr. Bao Shan was indeed such a distinguished figure.

Mr. Bao Shan gave a slight bow. "Greetings, Madam!"

"Greetings, Sir!" Madam Lin curtsied.