Chapter 197: They put out Chapter 197: They put out It turned out that it was really possible.
Just a small pond after all.
Chi Yan took out lotus leaves, and Lin Murong cheerfully ran to make beggar’s chicken with them.
Not only that, but he got greedy—asking not just for lotus leaves, but also for lotus seeds and lotus roots.
Lin Murong, ignoring Chi Yan’s murderous gaze, got even greedier.
In the end, Chi Yan didn’t lay a hand on him, and brought him the lotus leaves, lotus roots, and lotus seeds.
Lin Murong made three beggar’s chickens.
Three? Why make so many?
According to Lin Murong’s idea, it was…
“We’ll have one each, just perfect,” he planned confidently.
Where’s the “just perfect”?
Could she finish one? Could Chi Yan finish one?
She could at most eat two legs.
For her and Chi Yan, one chicken would have been enough.
“I’m here too. I’m willing to help you out,” claimed Lin Murong with a cheeky confidence.
Su Yinhe: “Alright, as long as you’re happy.” After all, he was the one who cooked; she, who hadn’t cooked, had no right to criticize.
She just quietly waited to eat.
Lin Murong’s beggar’s chickens, well, they were somewhere between ordinary and extraordinary.
Out of all the beggar’s chickens she had eaten, these were the most unique.
She and Chi Yan shared one, to be precise, they each had a leg, and the rest went straight into Lin Murong’s stomach.
Lin Murong, at the end, kept holding his stomach and burped continuously.
Though he was full, he was already thinking about next time.
“Delicious, worthy of being my creation.”
“Mmm, fantastic.” The chicken was quite big; she had a leg and drank some beverage, which made her quite full.
Lin Murong wanted compliments, so she gave some.
Though a bit perfunctory, the intention was there.
Besides, he couldn’t tell.
Hearing her perfunctory praise, Lin Murong was very happy.
Then, cheerfully, he wanted to cook something special for her.
Su Yinhe, seeing the special dish he made, fell silent.
“It’s good, but don’t make it again next time.”
“Are you criticizing me?”
“You are criticizing me.”
“Yes, yes, yes, whatever you say is right.”
“Waaah… you really are criticizing me. Waaah… My cooking is so good, yet you don’t like it, you have no taste. Waaah…”
Is this ever going to end?
Although Lin Murong “cried” pitifully, he still insisted on continuing to cook the dishes he researched for Su Yinhe.
Su Yinhe was utterly distraught.
She finally understood what they mean by “thirty years on the east of the river, thirty years on the west.”
She wanted to cry too.
The thing is, Lin Murong only made his dishes for her because he was a bit frightened of Chi Yan getting angry and didn’t dare let Chi Yan try them.
He was scared inside, but still acted tough on the surface.
“He doesn’t deserve it. I won’t give it to him. I’ll only give it to you, Galaxy.”
Really, she wanted to cry to death.
Thankfully, Su Yinhe wasn’t the only one enduring this pain.
There were other women enduring it with her.
Recently, Lin Murong had been trying out new dishes, making a lot at once, and Su Yinhe alone couldn’t finish them all. Then, as a matter of course, she shared them with the others.
The women now cherished food very much and treated these free meals almost as if they had found free money.
Even though the food tasted terrible, they still ate it.
They ate it all, contorting their faces as they did.
The portions Lin Murong gave were substantial; after eating, they wouldn’t be hungry for the rest of the day.
Seeing this, Lin Murong felt very satisfied.
He was indeed helping people of discernment.
Very discerning indeed.
Energized by the impact, Lin Murong became even more attentive to their affairs.
The women were extremely touched. How could such a person exist in this world who not only provided food for free but helped every day?
If Lin Murong were a woman, they would have taken him home.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t.
That was a pain in everyone’s heart.
Lin Murong had no idea; he pondered how he could better assist them.
They actually wished he were a woman.
Chen Yuan, long since released, was completely forgotten by Lin Murong.
Meanwhile, Chen Yuan was living a life that could be described as neither good nor bad.
The ones least happy about Chen Yuan appearing anew were those who had thought him gone and taken advantage of the opportunity to seize his possessions.
They originally thought he was dead and had divided up his belongings.
Little did they know Chen Yuan, the stubborn old man, hadn’t died.
Who didn’t know Chen Yuan had a silver tongue that could argue black into white and white into black?
Although Chen Yuan had disappeared for a while and the upper echelons had nearly forgotten about him, now that he was back, he planned to meet with them again. Given his silver tongue, those who had kicked him when he was down weren’t likely to profit.
They thought Chen Yuan would seek revenge, for he was someone who always returned an eye for an eye.
Those who felt they had wronged Chen Yuan began relocating their stored supplies once they discovered he had returned.
In their haste to escape, many left behind a lot of their possessions.
Those who had taken Chen Yuan’s things felt extremely unlucky.
Why hadn’t he died out there?
After vanishing for so long, why had he come back?
Better to just die; having disappeared, he shouldn’t have come back.
Chen Yuan would seek revenge on them.
This was a unified thought in the minds of all those who had taken advantage of Chen Yuan’s downfall.
They were just waiting for when Chen Yuan would make his move.
But contrary to everyone’s expectations, despite being back for several days, Chen Yuan hadn’t made a move.
He was even keeping to himself indoors.
Chen Yuan used to go out every day to patrol, and they thought he was overdoing it, pretending to be the good guy when he wasn’t one at all, just deceiving ordinary people.
Those ordinary people were really unlucky, constantly being deceived by Chen Yuan, who was actually harming them without their knowledge, and yet they still felt grateful to him.
They weren’t good people, but even they found this scenario amusing and thought those people foolishly naive.
Then, while laughing, they started pondering a question.
Could it be, could it be that Chen Yuan also regarded them, like the ordinary people, as foolishly naive?
Alright, they couldn’t laugh anymore.
They realized that after Chen Yuan returned, they were genuinely afraid of him seeking revenge; or more accurately, they were certain he would.
Yet Chen Yuan did nothing. When he returned and saw his empty home, he showed no reaction.
It wasn’t logical, really illogical.
He made no moves at all.
He just stayed at home, not even bootlicking anymore.
Chen Yuan knew how to bootlick, and his skills were enviable.
The bootlicking by Chen Yuan was subtle but always left the recipients happy.
And then they would shower Chen Yuan with benefits.
Benefits that usually came from their pockets.