Another two years passed.
All Cheng Yu could say now was that not becoming a teacher had been a genuine waste of his talents.
Ever since he had first asked Snow Spirit to cook, her learning speed had been like something out of a cheat mode. She picked up everything quickly.
From then on, maintaining the little farmhouse courtyard and looking after their daily needs had settled into a rhythm: Cheng Yu gave the orders, and Snow Spirit did the work.
Although Snow Spirit was only nine now, which made Cheng Yu feel guilty about exploiting a minor, every time he thought of her progress, he could only steel himself and keep slacking off.
Reclining in the rocking chair in the courtyard, Cheng Yu said lazily with his eyes closed,
"Lingling, I'm hungry."
Sitting nearby, pen in hand as she worked on the homework Cheng Yu had assigned, Lingling asked innocently,
"Huh? Yuyu, does that mean I don't have to do my homework?"
Without even opening his eyes, Cheng Yu said,
"Of course not. You have to finish your homework. But I think you can go cook first. Cooking is a kind of homework too, after all. You've been writing for so long. Cooking will help you switch gears."
As he spoke, Cheng Yu waved his hand, and a cluster of glowing dots appeared in the courtyard, each with words beneath it.
Beef, potatoes, tomatoes, cabbage, and so on-all names of ingredients.
Still sounding lazy, Cheng Yu said,
"Same as always. Make whatever you feel like. I'm not picky."
Snow Spirit climbed off her little stool, looking rather pleased.
"Oh, okay, Yuyu."
Then she began examining the labels beneath the glowing dots. Whenever she found an ingredient she wanted, a light tap of her finger turned the dot into that