A man’s jewels were no joking matter. Seeing Cao Ying draw her knife, Lin Feng quickly grabbed the beef and ran into the living room. This woman is truly ruthless!
Watching Lin Feng’s frightened back as he ran out, Cao Ying, her face flushed, smiled. She humd softly before turning back to her cooking.
Does Lin Feng have feelings for ? Many n had feelings for her, but so what? Especially Lin Feng. She knew him well; aside from his glib tongue, he was a trustworthy person. Recalling how Lin Feng had shielded her from the tank top-wearing man’s attack that night, Cao Ying beca even more certain of this.
So that’s how obvious it is when a man gets hard, huh? Cao Ying mused, incredibly curious. Oh dear, what am I thinking? Focus on cooking, focus on cooking... Unsure why such thoughts had crossed her mind, Cao Ying, face flushed, vigorously shook her head and refocused on her cooking.
Lin Feng ran into the living room and tried hard to ditate, calming the inappropriate thoughts in his mind. Eventually, his... *situation*... returned to normal.
Lin Feng hadn’t invited Cao Ying over just to cook for him. He also wanted to learn a thing or two so he wouldn’t have to bother others with cooking in the future. So, Lin Feng also put on an apron and entered the kitchen. "Teacher Cao," he said, "I’d like to learn a few things, mainly how to stew beef, so I won’t have to trouble you in the future."
Cao Ying was quite skilled at cooking. Under her careful instruction, Lin Feng basically morized the general process. In the future, when he cooked, he would at least know the steps, regardless of how it tasted.
With all the teaching, by the ti Cao Ying finished preparing the Braised Beef with Potatoes and the Mutton Soup, it was already 9:40 p.m.
"Lin Feng, this is so much. Can you finish it all?" Seeing the two large plates of Braised Beef with Potatoes and a small tureen of Mutton Soup on the table, Cao Ying looked at Lin Feng in surprise.
"Just wait a mont and you’ll see." Lin Feng just smiled slightly and said no more. He directly picked up his bowl and chopsticks and began to eat, wolfing down the food as if he hadn’t eaten in ages.
"Hey, why are you eating so fast? Be careful not to choke; no one’s going to steal it from you," Cao Ying said, rather speechless. Was he just released from prison? How long has it been since he last ate at?
"Mm, Teacher Cao, your cooking is really good. This is delicious! Do you want so?" Lin Feng ate with great relish. It had to be said, Cao Ying’s culinary skills were indeed at a professional chef’s level. Lin Feng was also very curious. The only daughter of the Mayor of Jiangzhou City not only works as a substitute teacher but also knows how to cook and do laundry? Isn’t she too perfect?
"No, thank you. I’m not hungry," Cao Ying said, waving her hand.
In less than half an hour, Lin Feng had already finished one plate of Braised Beef with Potatoes and drunk half the tureen of Mutton Soup—and he hadn’t eaten a single bite of rice!
Cao Ying stared in astonishnt. "You can really eat! I’ll give you two words for it: Rice Bucket!" She finished with a slight smile.
"I didn’t eat any rice, so you can’t call a ’rice bucket’," Lin Feng retorted, twisting her words.
Seeing Lin Feng was nearly finished, Cao Ying glanced at the ti. It was 10:00 p.m. She picked up her handbag, stood up, and said, "Take your ti finishing up. I should get going. I still have to prepare for my classes tomorrow morning."
"Teacher Cao, aren’t you going to watch finish?"
"Watch you finish, and then what? Wash your dishes for you too?"
"Heh-heh, that’s exactly what I was hoping for."
"In your dreams! Finish up and get so rest. Oh, and rember to co to class tomorrow, you hear?"
"Got it."
After Cao Ying left, Lin Feng muttered, "If I manage to marry her... heh-heh, I’d get to eat delicious food every day..." Then, he resud eating with gusto.
Lin Feng was simultaneously working frantically to strengthen his physique and studying with equal fervor. Of course, his studies weren’t limited to high school subjects; he was also learning dical arts.
Since his injury, Lin Feng’s mory had beco incredibly sharp. He found learning high school material much easier, especially subjects like liberal arts that relied heavily on morization. He had essentially reached the point where he could morize anything after seeing it just once. The sa was true for his Chinese literature classes. He, who had once struggled with morizing classical poems and texts, could now effortlessly recite pieces from all three years of high school, often leaving his Chinese teacher practically petrified with astonishnt in class.
Besides studying in class, Lin Feng would also visit the school library in his free ti. His main purpose, of course, was to find dical books, especially those related to acupuncture. He had once been virtually unrivaled in the art of acupuncture. However, after his rebirth, he had lost almost all mory of it. He only recalled that his acupuncture skills had been incredibly formidable, capable of bringing the dead back to life, but he couldn’t rember the specific techniques he had learned.
Therefore, he needed to start from scratch and relearn acupuncture. Firstly, it would allow him to save lives and heal the injured, helping those in need. Secondly, he could use it for self-treatnt and self-defense. Learning acupuncture would offer nurous benefits.
Unfortunately, the school library had very few dical books in general, let alone anything on acupuncture or Massage Technique. Left with no other choice, Lin Feng had to venture outside the school to search the city’s public libraries and museums.
He managed to find a few books on acupuncture, but they were mostly introductory texts. Lin Feng didn’t need these. What he sought was a dical art that could be integrated with the acupuncture techniques described in the "Supre dical Classic." Drawing upon his fragnted mories, Lin Feng had already grasped so of the theoretical knowledge concerning acupuncture from the "Supre dical Classic." Now, he needed to find a genuine acupuncture technique to apply in practice, allowing him to unleash its full potential. Of course, this type of acupuncture would undoubtedly differ sowhat from conventional dical acupuncture.
Sigh, the relevant books I’ve found are all too common...
Taking advantage of the ti after school let out, Lin Feng made another trip to the city library, but the results once again left him disappointed.
After leaving the library, Lin Feng walked along Binjiang Avenue. Binjiang Avenue was a recreational thoroughfare, shaded by lush green trees, with the river water gently lapping nearby. It was a famous pedestrian street in Jiangzhou. Naturally, as dusk approached, various small traders and vendors would quietly erge, setting up stalls along both sides of the avenue, creating a bustling and popular atmosphere. Unless high-ranking officials were conducting inspections, the city enforcent officers usually wouldn’t drive away these small traders and vendors. Consequently, Binjiang Avenue would beco incredibly lively in the afternoons.
Because he hadn’t found the books he needed, Lin Feng felt incredibly dejected. He walked slowly among the pedestrians, in no mood to appreciate the beauty of the sunset.
"Books for sale! Books for sale! Ancient rare books, encyclopedias, we’ve got them all, you na it!"
Just then, a hawker’s cry caught Lin Feng’s attention.
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