After he came up, he wrapped himself in a bath towel and drank a cup of hot cocoa. The expedition staff offered him vodka, but he waved it off, only taking small sips of the cocoa.
Lu Ao lightly kicked his foot. "Why aren't you drinking vodka?"
"I can't hold my liquor," Lin Qiyan said quietly. "We still have to go ashore later. If I get drunk, I won't be able to see anything."
Lu Ao looked at him for a moment. "Wait here."
Not understanding why, Lin Qiyan sat listlessly in a deck chair and watched Lu Ao turn and head back into the cabin.
Lu Ao did not return to his room. He went to the kitchen.
He had already become familiar with the kitchen staff. When they saw him enter, one of them looked up with a smile. "What is it? Hungry?"
"Not yet." Lu Ao leaned in to look around. "Do you have any ginger?"
"Of course. How could Chinese food be without ginger?" the chef said. "What's wrong?"
"My friend went ice swimming outside. He doesn't want vodka, so I came to make him some ginger soup."
The chef laughed at him. "You're really devoted to your friend, huh."
Lu Ao said, "He's a man."
The chef's animated eyebrows instantly settled back into place. "A man? All right, then. The ginger's over there. Do you know how to make it?"
"Yes. Just lend me some ingredients."
After getting permission, Lu Ao entered the back kitchen, swiftly chopped up two large pieces of ginger, added some sliced sugar, and boiled up half a pot of ginger soup.
When Lin Qiyan saw the huge bowl of ginger soup he brought out, he pinched his nose and pulled a bitter face. "Even in Antarctica, I still can't escape