It Wants to Sleep in Your Arms

Qian Renxue nodded.

"That makes sense. I heard old people like collecting things. Maybe it's Chrysanthemum Grandpa's treasured collection."

The corner of Lin Feng's mouth lifted slightly as he pondered, It can't really be what I'm thinking, can it? Watching it together with Setu? As expected of best bros.

"By the way, where's Ling Yuan Jie?"

Qian Renxue narrowed her eyes slightly and pointed toward the kitchen, where smoke was rising.

"If I'm not mistaken, she should be in there."

Lin Feng was surprised. "When did Ling Yuan Jie learn to cook?

Should we go take a look?"

"All right."

Qian Renxue looped her arm through Lin Feng's and pulled him along toward the kitchen.

"A little salt, a little sugar, a little soy sauce..."

Ling Yuan Jie stared anxiously at the notes in the recipe.

"A little, a little—why is everything just 'a little'? Who the hell knows how much that is?!

This is infuriating! What Treasure of the Store? It dared to charge me ten Gold Soul Coins for this?!"

Smelling the burnt, scorched odor wafting from the wok, Ling Yuan Jie flung the recipe aside and sulked.

Lin Feng and Qian Renxue, having stepped into the kitchen, exchanged a glance and both smiled.

"Ling Yuan Jie, how's the learning going?"

"Ah, you're back. You've seen me make a fool of myself..."

Lin Feng scooped the misshapen fish out of the wok, and it clinked crisply against the porcelain bowl, making Ling Yuan Jie's cheeks flush.

The Braised Fish she had intended to make had somehow turned into Pot Stickers...

"Ling Yuan Jie, for this sort of thing, you need someone to demonstrate and teach you in person.

You can't make good food by shutting yourself away and figuring it out alone."

Ling Yuan Jie helplessly rubbed her forehead.

"It's not like we can bring anyone here yet. I can't exactly kidnap a head chef and threaten him into teaching me, can I? Or go steal techniques from a Hotel?"

Lin Feng smiled and pointed at himself.

"Why steal techniques? There's already a ready-made master right here.

If you want to learn, I'll teach you."

Qian Renxue and Ling Yuan Jie's eyes both lit up. Ling Yuan Jie asked excitedly,

"Really? Why have I never seen you cook before?"

Lin Feng smiled. "After I turned seven, you all took care of everything I needed—food, clothing, lodging, travel. Why would I have needed to do it myself?

As for my cooking, Dean should still remember it vividly."

"Teach me."

Without the slightest hesitation, Ling Yuan Jie took Lin Feng's other hand, her gaze tender.

"No problem. We'll start with the simplest dish, Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes. It's the most suitable dish for beginners—the steps are simple, and it tastes good too.

I'll make it once first. Then when you do it, I'll give you pointers. It's easy to pick up."

"First..."

Half an hour later, Lin Feng stared thoughtfully at the table, where one perfect dish sat beside a black, mushy mass.

Qian Renxue's gaze wandered, her Pretty Face bright red as she murmured,

"It's definitely because it was my first time cooking. Didn't Ling Yuan Jie start out the same way...?"

Lin Feng picked up a little of Qian Renxue's creation with his chopsticks and tasted it carefully.

"The flavor is very unique. You did well. I'll make it next time."

Qian Renxue stomped her foot, her beautiful eyes slightly annoyed.

"Fine, I won't cook! You can cook from now on!"

Lin Feng gave Qian Renxue an apologetic look. Sorry, Xiao Xue, but I really can't leave this kind of thing to you.

Ling Yuan Jie covered her mouth at the side, secretly laughing. It seems I'm still better than Xiao Xue in some ways. At least Xiao Feng approved of me.

Lin Feng thought for a moment.

"I'll make all the food today. We always trouble Chrysanthemum Grandpa on ordinary days, so why not let you see what I can do?"

"Yes, yes!"

Qian Renxue's eyes sparkled. As the saying went, if you wanted to win a man's heart, you had to first win his stomach.

And wasn't the reverse true as well? The effect might even be greater. An outstanding person paired with superb cooking skills was absolutely devastating.

"I'll be your assistant?"

Ling Yuan Jie asked.

"Sure."

Qian Renxue refused to be outdone.

"Then I'll also... uh... I can wash the vegetables."

Lin Feng looked at the scene before him with satisfaction. Soon afterward, the kitchen grew lively.

Qian Renxue and Ling Yuan Jie's cries of surprise and admiration rang out from time to time.

After eating the last Fried Shrimp, Qian Renxue licked her lips in satisfaction and rubbed her slightly bloated belly.

Resting her little head in her hands, Qian Renxue smiled with narrowed eyes at Lin Feng.

"Mm, it's decided. From now on, the happiness of our taste buds is in your hands, Xiao Feng."

Ling Yuan Jie nodded as well.

"Xiao Feng is really amazing. I still have so much to learn."

Chrysanthemum Douluo patted Ghost Douluo on the shoulder.

"Old Ghost, what do you think of the taste? It's no worse than my cooking, right?

It's a pity Pufferfish and Snake Lance are still outside and can't eat any. Hahaha."

Ghost Douluo remained expressionless.

"You can't compare to him."

"Uh..." Chrysanthemum Douluo looked awkward, his gaze dark.

"Old Ghost, you'll lose me if you keep talking like that.

But I do agree with Young Master's suggestion. From now on, Xiao Feng should handle all the meals."

Qian Renxue snorted.

"If Xiao Feng has to cook for so many people every day, wouldn't that exhaust him?

Xiao Feng, listen to me. Making lunch and dinner for three people is enough. Chrysanthemum Grandpa knows how to cook anyway, so let him make his own food."

You really spoil him!

Chrysanthemum Douluo grumbled inwardly. What was all that time I spent feeding this entire household? I was tired too...

Then he suddenly realized something. Why could Ling Yuan Jie join them? Could it be...

He cautiously Glanced At Ling Yuan Jie, only to meet two icy, warning gazes. He hurriedly came to his senses.

Women really were terrifying. His own brother was still better.

With long sighs and heavy lamentations, Chrysanthemum Douluo dragged Gui Mei away.

Night fell, and stars dotted the sky beyond the window.

Under the lamplight, Lin Feng looked thoughtfully at the notes in his hand.

He had a feeling that his previous thoughts regarding the laws of Soul Rings had not been wrong.

If that was indeed the case, then when he absorbed the Second Soul Ring, had the existence of the First Soul Vein allowed him to gain a deeper understanding of the laws suited to him?

That was why, immediately after absorbing the Second Soul Ring and gaining his Soul Skill, he had been able to make secondary use of the Soul Skill.

His body was already automatically adapting to the Law Power within the Soul Vein, gradually incorporating the profound principles of heaven and earth into itself.

If that was truly the case, then clues would emerge during the absorption of the Third Soul Ring.

As long as his control over his Third Soul Skill could rise another level, his conjecture would be proven.

After writing down his insights, Lin Feng prepared to turn off the light and rest.

But with a soft click, the door slowly opened.

Qian Renxue's graceful figure, dressed in sleepwear, entered his sight.

Hugging the Innate Treasure Pearl and stroking its surface, Qian Renxue giggled.

"Xiao Feng, it seems to want to sleep in your arms. After all, it's your Martial Soul. It wouldn't be good for it to be too far away."

The corner of Lin Feng's mouth twitched. Are you sure the Innate Treasure Pearl wants to sleep in my arms, and not you?

Should I ask it and see whether it can answer?

He shrugged, lifted a corner of the blanket, and patted the mattress.

Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow, quickly shut the door, and locked it as well.

With light steps, she lay down beside Lin Feng and placed the Innate Treasure Pearl she had been holding to one side.

After thinking for a moment, she placed it on Lin Feng's side.

"See? It really missed you."

Then she rested her head in the crook of Lin Feng's arm and fell asleep sweetly.

Lin Feng soon drifted off as well.

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