Chapter 1368: It Was All the Seaweed Roll's Fault 1

"Not talking? Give my study materials back!"

Zichen grabbed the materials on the table and was about to leave.

"I'll talk, I'll talk, just give them back to me!"

Friendships between girls, most of the time, cannot withstand the test of self-interest; in fact, it is not just girls, over ninety-five percent of interpersonal relationships are like this.

Zichen did not return the materials to her immediately, but instead held them to his chest, very much in the manner of holding the Emperor hostage to command the vassals: "You tell me first; tell me and I'll give them back to you."

"Feifei went to her biological mother's place."

She hid well, running off to her biological mother's place; no wonder she couldn't be found anywhere.

"Where does her biological mother live?"

The female classmate shook her head: "I don't know where her biological mother lives, I just know her mother is the lobby manager at the Midsummer Hotel."

Zichen smiled; isn't this a coincidence?

The Midsummer Hotel is a property under his uncle Sheng Zerong, so going there to find someone is very convenient.

"You come with me to find Lu Feifei."

"No, I'm not going. If Feifei finds out I betrayed her, she will definitely hate me to death."

"I promise she won't hate you; she will even be grateful to you, really."

The female classmate finally agreed.

She was able to agree not because she believed Zichen's words, but because if she didn't agree, he wouldn't return her study materials; there was no other way.

The two arrived in front of the main entrance of the Midsummer Hotel.

Zichen let the female classmate go inside to ask for the address, but after about ten minutes, he saw Lu Feifei come out with the female classmate.

It turned out her mother didn't have a separate residence and lived in the hotel staff dormitory.

When Lu Feifei saw Zichen, she wanted to run back, but Zichen was faster than her; he took a few quick steps to block her path: "Lu Feifei, I have something I want to ask you."

"I have nothing to say to you, move aside!"

"I won't move. If you don't explain to me clearly today why you are transferring classes, I will keep pestering you."

Lu Feifei was speechless.

She thought to herself, why am I doing this?

Of course, it's all because of you!

But these words could only be thought in her heart; they could not be spoken out loud. She had her own pride.

"Speak, go ahead and speak, why are you suddenly transferring classes for no reason... Oh, I know, you still think the original class is better, you have no confidence in our Class Twelve, and no confidence in Teacher Luo, right?"

"Wrong!"

She finally couldn't hold it in anymore and retorted: "Everything you said is wrong. I like Class Twelve, I just don't like Teacher Tian."

"Since you like it, why do you still want to leave? Why?"

Lu Feifei:...

The female classmate standing to the side had walked away at some point; now she didn't even have a helper.

Driven into a dead end, her face flushed red, and she finally gritted her teeth and said: "Why didn't you eat the seaweed roll this morning?"

Zichen:...

Completely bewildered!

Wasn't this about the class transfer?

How did it end up involving a seaweed roll for no reason?

Oh, right.

He suddenly realized.

When he first found out Lu Feifei wanted to transfer classes, he had actually thought about this a little bit, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

Zichen thought Lu Feifei wouldn't be so narrow-minded as to get hung up over such a "small matter," but he didn't expect she was exactly that "narrow-minded."

Boys and girls think differently.

Zichen said: "So you wanted to transfer classes because of the seaweed roll incident?"

She didn't answer, which counted as tacit agreement.

Zichen added: "This matter is my fault. To compensate you, make another box of seaweed rolls, and I will definitely eat them all!" The expression on his face when he said this was similar to someone about to heroically sacrifice themselves.

Lu Feifei was furious.

"Hmph! Who wants to make them for you again? I'm not an ancient weapon, I'm not cheap!"

Zichen:...

What does this have to do with being cheap or not?

He vaguely sensed there was a misunderstanding here and it was necessary to clarify.

"Classmate Lu Feifei, let me tell you the truth. I really didn't eat breakfast this morning, and I really wanted to eat that box of seaweed rolls at first, but you made them so poorly that I couldn't swallow them."

Now it was Lu Feifei's turn to be dumbfounded.

She also realized that what they were focusing on seemed to be different!

But she wasn't convinced: "Where did I make them poorly? I got up at 3:30 in the morning to steam the rice, and I wasted several pots of rice just to make that one box..."

She was pouring out how much effort she had put in.

But to Zichen's ears, it just meant her skill wasn't up to par!

"Come with me."

He grabbed Lu Feifei's hand and walked out with long strides.

Lu Feifei blushed and shook him off: "Where are you taking me?"

"To a good place, to show you what a real seaweed roll is!"

"Then I need to go back and tell my mom."

"Alright, I'll wait for you."

Lu Feifei went back and soon came out with her schoolbag on her back: "Let's go."

Sheng Zichen had already called a taxi, and they headed straight for the countryside.

At Shi Yuke's home.

"Zichen is here? Oh, what a pretty young girl, come in, come in quickly." Xi Fu Gu Zhihao greeted the two of them enthusiastically.

He served fruit, snacks, homemade roasted seeds and nuts, and dried fruits, bustling about without pause.

The grandparents also came over, surrounding Lu Feifei to ask her all sorts of questions, constantly placing food in front of her.

"Young lady, are you a classmate of our Zichen?"

"The little girl is so pretty. What do your mom and dad do? Shouldn't you be in class today? Why are you both out?"

Being too enthusiastic isn't necessarily a good thing; Lu Feifei was having trouble handling it.

She looked at Sheng Zichen as if asking for help.

He didn't respond, just kept eating.

He hadn't eaten breakfast, and because of Lu Feifei's matter of transferring classes, he hadn't eaten lunch either; now that there were snacks made by his master on the table, he would use them to stave off his hunger first.

He wolfed down a piece of jujube paste and yam cake, two pieces of osmanthus and lotus root sugar cake, and three pieces of goose-fat pine nut rolls, only then feeling like he had something in his stomach.

Gu Zhihao asked: "What's wrong with you? Have you been starving for days to be this hungry? I'll go cook for you two."

As Zichen's master, he understood his disciple's tastes too well; Zichen didn't really like sweet snacks, and if he hadn't been starving, he wouldn't be eating like this.

Zichen stopped him: "No need for you to cook. Do you have the ingredients for seaweed rolls here? I'll let classmate Lu Feifei see what a real seaweed roll is."

"Who are you scolding? I might not have other things, but as for ingredients, I have whatever you want to make."

Indeed, the kitchen of Sheng Zichen's master left classmate Lu Feifei dumbfounded.

She had never seen such an "impressive" kitchen.

In other people's homes, the space is divided into several rooms, and no matter how big the house is, there are just more rooms, with only one kitchen.

But not here.

This small Villa located in the suburbs looked plain on the outside, but inside it had super luxurious kitchens—several of them.

There was one for Chinese food, one for Western food, and a small kitchen for making snacks.

Zichen used the Chinese food kitchen, which was also the largest one.

First, he washed the rice and put it in the pot to cook.

While washing the rice, Zichen gave Lu Feifei a crash course on rice trivia.

"The rice for making seaweed rolls must be japonica rice produced in the northeastern part of Jiangzhou. That place is located at 45 degrees north latitude, where the soil is black, shiny, and fertile, and the rice needs a full 138 days to mature..."