Chapter 164: 【Gastrodia Stewed Pigeon】

After Qin Huai left the memory, the first thing he saw was Luo Jun sitting at the dining table holding a pastry, gnawing on it absent-mindedly.

Qin Huai looked at Luo Jun.

Not a buddy.

You this...

Just now what I saw...

You Bifang...

That newspaper...

What qualifications do you have to scold other grass and wood spirits?

After Qin Huai hesitated for the nth time, he chose not to speak first, clicking on the game panel to check the newly obtained recipe.

Name: Luo Jun

Species: Bifang

Status: About to lose memory

Memory: 3/3

Recipe: Chen Pi tea, Apple-Shaped Pastry, Gastrodia Stewed Pigeon (click to view details)

Gift: None

Click on Gastrodia Stewed Pigeon.

【Gastrodia Stewed Pigeon, Grade E】

Maker: Liu Tao

Dish details: A wife's full-effort work to let her husband pass food supplements to clear eyes and calm the mind, nourish and strengthen the spleen. Ever since Luo Jun and Liu Tao moved to Shanshi, they lost contact with the famous Shu region chef Jiang Weiming. Liu Tao took the Apple-Shaped Pastry recipe and searched for famous local chefs but no one could make it to Luo Jun's satisfaction. To let her husband protect his eyes, Liu Tao took a different path and chose the lower-difficulty Gastrodia Stewed Pigeon, stewing soup every day, but her cooking skills were poor, and only the soup of the whole dish was barely edible. This dish is extremely special, containing a wife's full dedication, humble and forbearing love for her husband. After eating, there is a certain chance to clear eyes and calm the mind in a short time. (The higher the dish grade, the greater the chance)

Number of times can be made per day: (0/999)

It turned out to be a food supplement, and the dish's buff was also a genuine food supplement buff.

Qin Huai closed the game panel, looked up at Luo Jun and Chen Huihong sitting opposite, thinking in his heart how to open his mouth so that he would appear to have a certain degree of aggressiveness, but not much.

Have a certain degree of quality, but not much.

It would be best to be able to have a little emotional intelligence, but not enough.

Qin Huai was still thinking, Luo Jun spoke first.

"What did you see?"

"If nothing goes wrong, I saw what I should see and what I shouldn't see," Qin Huai said.

Luo Jun was silent again.

Chen Huihong was like a cricket in a melon field, looking at Qin Huai and then at Luo Jun, clearly very curious about what kind of memory it was that made Qin Huai a bit hard to speak.

"Chen Huihong, I remember your family hoarded a lot of laundry detergent, my house has no laundry detergent, go home and help me get two bottles," Luo Jun said.

Chen Huihong understood. Forget it, this is something he wants to say but doesn't want her to hear, discriminating against her as a grass and wood spirit who hasn't seen memories.

Forget it, if he doesn't let her hear, she won't hear. Anyway, the parts he lets her hear will be known sooner or later.

Chen Huihong stood up, took a pastry from the plate, and left.

Only Luo Jun and Qin Huai were left in the room.

Luo Jun looked at Qin Huai and revealed a smile that wasn't a smile.

If it were before, Qin Huai would definitely feel that Luo Jun revealed this expression because he was mocking the people around him.

But now, Qin Huai felt that Luo Jun was highly likely mocking himself.

"Do you want to slap me?" Luo Jun asked.

Qin Huai: "... A little."

"Do you know why I always like to say Chen Huihong is a muddled grass and wood spirit?"

Qin Huai didn't speak, looking at Luo Jun quietly.

"Compared to grass and wood spirits, Bifang is indeed powerful. Not to mention here, even in the world belonging to spirits, Bifang is hard to have opponents. Our lives are long, boundless, thousands of years of time are just a drop in the ocean, even for every spirit, the most difficult tribulation, we have detailed strategy tutorials."

"I have never taken tribulation seriously. I thought I had roughly learned the laws of the human world before the tribulation. When I first came to the human world, I found that this world seemed a bit different from the tutorials I read before, spent some time learning new things, found that whether it was guns or bows and arrows, there was no big difference to me, and on the contrary, many fun things were added, so I didn't care anymore."

"I put on a skin of a rich young master who returned from studying abroad, because this way I could learn less. I could not learn how to use chopsticks, could pretend not to understand others' polite words, could do whatever I wanted without scruples, could play in the human world to my heart's content waiting for the tribulation to end."

Luo Jun took a small bite of the pastry: "I looked down on people, looked down on machines, looked down on weapons, looked down on the laws of the world, and even looked down on the spirit peers I occasionally met. Sometimes seeing those weak spirits, trembling and acting like humans mixed in the crowd, I looked down on them from the bottom of my heart."

"At that time, I didn't understand at all, didn't want to understand why Chen Huihong, this kind of grass and wood spirit, needed to muddledly enter the world to pass the tribulation. Nothing taught, nothing learned, coming inexplicably, living trembling, leaving muddledly, what's the point of this kind of passing the tribulation by muddling along."

"Now I finally understand, maybe it's to prevent situations like mine."

"I, the grass and wood spirit, am a muddled egg, but actually I am the biggest muddled egg myself. I have been in the human world for so many years, watched so many novels, so many movies, so many dramas, thinking I already knew all the laws of the human world, but I didn't even understand the most basic rules of life and death."

"I looked down on everything from high above, not knowing that I was the most ridiculous one."

"Actually, I'm not as good as Chen Huihong. Although she was muddled until she died in her first life knowing she failed the tribulation, at least she dared to mention it, dared to face her failure."

"Unlike me, I don't even remember Liu Tao's appearance."

Qin Huai really didn't know what to say.

Luo Jun's situation was different from Chen Huihong's. Chen Huihong was already at the last time of forgetting everything, what she needed to do was to remember, she had always known she failed the tribulation until she died in her first life.

So after watching Chen Huihong's last dream, the dish prompt for Longevity Noodles had Qin Huai make a bowl of Longevity Noodles for Chen Huihong to eat.

But Luo Jun was only in his first life now, he clearly knew the reason for his failure to pass the tribulation, perhaps he wasn't unable to succeed, he just didn't want to succeed.

What Luo Jun needed was forgetting.

He was waiting for death in a state of absolute sobriety, responsible for his own arrogance.

Qin Huai didn't even know how to evaluate what Luo Jun did. He was like a child with powerful abilities, making mistakes without knowing it, and by the time he really faced the consequences of his mistakes, everything was too late.

"You are too arrogant," Qin Huai could only say so.

Luo Jun nodded: "Yes, I am too arrogant."

"So I told you not to waste time on my memories, I have been waiting for death here for 60 years, you just need to wait for me to die and inherit my estate."

Qin Huai could only sigh, he knew what Luo Jun said was right.

"Do you remember there were many yellow butterflies in my display room before?" Luo Jun asked.

Qin Huai nodded.

"Sometimes I really hate you people who have systems and are very impolite and can see other people's memories," Luo Jun said unhappily, gnawing on a pastry. "Making me unable to escape reality."

"On the first day I arrived in the human world, I watched Liu Tao perform Liang Zhu in front of the opera stage in the countryside."

"Their opera troupe, clothes simple, scenery rough but winning in having new ideas. In the last scene of turning into a butterfly, Troupe Leader Liu would hide behind the curtain and secretly release two yellow butterflies."

"One of the butterflies landed on my hand, and since then I have liked this story very much."

"Even if I know later that the dead cannot be resurrected, and lovers cannot turn into butterflies as performed in the story of Liang Zhu. But there is still a trace of luxury in my heart, feeling that as long as I can guard Liu Tao's grave, one day another yellow butterfly will land on the back of my hand, even if that butterfly is not Liu Tao."

"But in the 60 years since then, not a single yellow butterfly has stayed for me."

"Before, there were many specimens of yellow butterflies in my display room, self-deception, if no yellow butterfly stays for me, then put more specimens in the display room."

"But after watching the first memory and asking the painter to paint Liu Tao's portrait, I found that I couldn't remember Liu Tao's appearance anymore." "No matter

Qin Huai said, "So you replaced all the specimens in the showroom."

"I replaced them all," Luo Jun said. "They had no meaning anymore."

Qin Huai thought for a moment and asked, "I know it might be a bit presumptuous to ask this, but... where is Liu Tao buried now..."

Luo Jun pointed outside the window.

Qin Huai:?

"Right there."

In the direction Luo Jun pointed, Qin Huai even saw the greenery outside. He was very familiar with that patch of greenery because he and Luo Jun had sat there chatting; it was the area with the most lush vegetation.

Qin Huai widened his eyes in surprise.

"You can't tell, can you? Sixty years of time, the world has changed. I never expected that the place I found back then, with its clear waters and lush hills, would have such sky-high property prices now."

"So..." Qin Huai felt his voice was a bit ethereal from the shock, "the reason you participated in the development of this residential complex... was because Liu Tao is buried right here, so you took full responsibility for the design of the complex's landscaping?!"

"That's right," Luo Jun nodded.

Qin Huai wanted to say something more, but a knock from Chen Huihong sounded outside the door.

"I've brought the laundry detergent. Can I come in now? If I can't, I'll go get two more bottles," Chen Huihong shouted from outside the door.

Luo Jun got up, speechless, to open the door for Chen Huihong: "Zhang Shumei knows that when I tell her to go out and buy spider plants, she doesn't actually need to buy them. How did you really end up with laundry detergent?"

Chen Huihong walked in carrying two bottles of laundry detergent and said with a matter-of-fact expression: "Because my house really does have a lot of it, and I was worrying about how to use it. It's all my brother's fault. He ran some promotion before where you get laundry detergent for paying property fees. It turned out he bought too much and couldn't bear to give it to the company employees, so he gave it all to me. I'm not running a laundromat; what do I need so much laundry detergent for?"

Chen Huihong skillfully picked up a banana from the fruit plate on the table and started peeling it: "Are you two done talking? How was it? Is there any part you can tell me about?"

Qin Huai thought for two seconds and said: "We unanimously agreed that this tribulation crossing is impossible to succeed. I will become the heir to all his assets."

"Wow," Chen Huihong had already eaten half the banana, "not bad. Do you have any requirements for the cemetery? Do you want us to arrange it in advance?"

Luo Jun:...

Luo Jun told him roughly what he was willing to share.

After listening, Chen Huihong gave an objective evaluation: "You deserve it much more than I do."

"You Bifang aren't any better than us plant spirits, either."

"At least I'm trying to learn how to be human; you haven't even tried from start to finish."

"If you were a plant spirit, you would have been burned to death long ago."

In this round, the plant spirits won a complete victory.

After passionately roasting Luo Jun, Chen Huihong asked Qin Huai: "Xiao Qin, you haven't said yet, what recipe did you obtain this time?"

Only then did Qin Huai remember that after chatting for so long, he hadn't told the two of them the recipe he had obtained. He clicked on the game panel and read out the dish details, listening to Chen Huihong's eyes light up.

"This dish is great. It clears the eyes and calms the spirit; it's most suitable for my Huihui. You don't know how much homework elementary school students have now. Facing books and writing every day, can their eyes take it? Sometimes they have to look at tablets, too. More than half the kids in her class are nearsighted. I've been worried about Huihui's eyes for a long time."

"There's no time like the present. Xiao Qin, you're going to Gusu again tomorrow. While there's still time, stew two bowls first. I'll taste one, and I'll take the remaining bowl back for Huihui."

Chen Huihong had already taken out her phone to place an order for two portions of ingredients for Gastrodia and Pigeon Stew on a grocery app.

Qin Huai cast his gaze toward Luo Jun, clearly wanting to ask if he wanted a portion.

Luo Jun hesitated for a moment, didn't nod, and took out his phone to call Zhang Shumei.

"Hello, Xiao Zhang, you don't need to buy the spider plants. Go to the wet market now and buy three pigeons, and buy some Gastrodia. Yes, Gastrodia and Pigeon Stew. You can buy the rest as you see fit. You don't need to stew it. Yes, Master Qin Huai will stew it."

"Zhang Shumei will be back in 15 minutes," Luo Jun said.

15 minutes later, Zhang Shumei brought back three live pigeons.

Qin Huai was stunned; he didn't have this skill. To tell the truth, he hadn't even seen many dead pigeons, let alone live ones. He was just an ordinary pastry chef; his knife skills were still at the beginner level, and that beginner level was the game panel's floor, not his own.

He didn't even mince meat fillings usually, and he had never killed a chicken either.

How do you kill a pigeon? How do you pluck the feathers? Is it too late to call Huang Jia and ask?

While Qin Huai was at a loss, the gold-medal nanny Zhang Shumei immediately saw Qin Huai's predicament and realized it was her own miscalculation; she hadn't expected Master Qin Huai wouldn't even know how to process a pigeon. So, she volunteered, took the three pigeons into the kitchen, and with a flash of the knife, it was done.

The three fat pigeons only had time to coo twice before they met their end.

Soon, Zhang Shumei skillfully processed the pigeons, thoughtfully prepared three portions of side ingredients, and exited the kitchen.

Qin Huai squatted in the kitchen and started watching the video tutorial.

There was nothing good about the video tutorial because it had absolutely no learning value.

Liu Tao's cooking skills were indeed not great; this could be seen from the grade of the Gastrodia and Pigeon Stew.

E-grade.

No wonder only the soup was drinkable in the whole dish.

Knife skills slightly better than Qin Huai's, rough processing techniques, terrible bleeding, rich ingredients, stewing at the level of Chen Pi tea, unbearable heat control, E-grade finished product.

It was clear that this dish had a lot of room for improvement.

After watching the video tutorial, Qin Huai quickly forgot it all. He searched his mind for the characteristics of each ingredient and how to process them, which Huang Shengli had introduced when he gave him online lessons earlier. Blending them slightly, he flipped through the electronic documents Huang Shengli had sent him, and Qin Huai did a little secondary processing on the pigeons Zhang Shumei had already prepared, then started stewing.

Qin Huai didn't waste the following time either; he continued to knead dough and make pastries.

Although he had spent a long time in his memories, the time in reality had barely moved; it was still noon.

He could still make pastries for a few more hours and stock up a bit more for Chen Huihong and Luo Jun, especially for Luo Jun.

Everything that needed to be seen today had been seen, and everything that needed to be talked about had been talked about. Qin Huai knew that Luo Jun's first tribulation crossing was a guaranteed failure; after all, the person crossing the tribulation didn't want to succeed either.

Based on Qin Huai's understanding of Luo Jun, Luo Jun definitely wouldn't leave Shancheng.

Qin Huai was returning to Huang Ji tomorrow to continue working until he returned to his hometown in Qu County for the New Year. He wouldn't return to the Cloud Canteen until after the New Year. During these few months, Chen Huihong might run to Gusu to eat a couple of times, but Luo Jun likely wouldn't have that good fortune.

As the first heir to Luo Jun's estate, Qin Huai had to hurry and make some delicious food for Luo Jun.

Let him eat whatever he can.

Two hours later, the Gastrodia and Pigeon Stew was out of the pot.

【Gastrodia and Pigeon Stew, D+ grade】

Qin Huai felt that his heat control had indeed improved. He had never come into contact with pigeon as an ingredient before. Today was the first time he had made a dish related to pigeon, and it was a savory dish, yet he was able to make it D+ grade.

A few months ago, he wouldn't have dared to imagine it.

With D+ grade Gastrodia and Pigeon Stew, the pigeon meat was definitely edible.

Chen Huihong happily finished the entire portion, then let out a burp; she couldn't eat anything else.

Luo Jun silently finished the pigeon soup. Qin Huai quietly clicked on the game panel to take a look; nothing happened.

Sure enough, he was destined to inherit all of Luo Jun's estate within a few years.

(End of chapter)