Chapter 308: Chapter 308: The Process of Learning Chapter 308: Chapter 308: The Process of Learning She felt bemused – she had eaten his fair share of meals that day, almost as much as Lin Caihe would consume, yet somehow everyone seemed to think she was eating too little.
With a sigh, she speculated that maybe she used to eat too much, and now that her portions had returned to normal, everyone found it unusual. It was a matter of perception, she thought.
“The fish was just caught from the river, and all the bones have been removed. You should eat more,” Ya Molian patiently explained, without refuting her words.
Knowing she had her own thinking, he did not want to interfere too much. He could only make delicious dishes for her to encourage a healthy diet and prevent her from falling ill due to an excessive dieting monomania.
Lin Caisang didn’t say anything more, but took a bite of the fish.
Ya Molian’s culinary skills were truly impeccable. No wonder when he wanted to leave the Ya family, Old Man Ya and his wife disagreed adamantly. She wondered how they’d cope after he left, whether the food wouldn’t taste as good, whether they’d end up starving.
“If it tastes good, eat more. Let me know what you want to eat tomorrow, I’ll prepare it,” Ya Molian said with a slight smile, adding more fish to her plate and pouring a bowl of soup for her.
“What kind of soup is this? It doesn’t look like chicken?”
Lin Caisang took a few sips of the soup and found the meat to be more tender than chicken and the bones much smaller.
“It’s wild pigeon from the forest,” replied Ya Molian.
Lin Caisang’s eyes lit up.
She’d been into the inner forest several times, but had never seen a wild pigeon.
“Are there wild pigeons in the forest?”
Once she completed this task, she could upgrade her space. Wouldn’t it be nice to raise some pigeons at that time? But she had never seen a pigeon in the forest before.
“Where did you catch them from? I’d like to catch some too. Roasted young pigeon is delicious,” she said with anticipation.
At these words, Ya Molian chuckled.
“A few days ago, when I went to the inner forest, I happened to catch a dozen or so. They’re all being raised in a cage now. If you like, we can have roasted young pigeon tomorrow,” he suggested.
“No, no need. I prefer to roast it myself,” Lin Caisang quickly declined his offer, shaking her head.
She wanted the pigeons for breeding, in order to implement her pigeon producing egg, egg hatching pigeon plan, not for immediate consumption.
Ya Molian looked at her intently, as if scrutinizing her intentions.
Feeling his gaze, Lin Caisang became uncomfortably nervous. She had exaggerated her capabilities and now regretted it. She had forgotten that she was a terrible cook, who could even burn a pot. She needed to be more careful with her words.
“Uh, what’s wrong? Can’t I try roasting it? Doesn’t everyone have to start somewhere?” she stammered, her face turning red.
“Fine, if you say so,” replied Ya Molian.
Lin Caisang again cleared her throat and looked at Ya Molian.
“Brother Molian, where did you catch the wild pigeons? I have never seen any flying in the inner forest?”
She had been all over half the inner forest to find wild chicken eggs, but had never seen a wild pigeon. Unless it was by chance that every time she went into the inner forest, the pigeons had gone home to sleep? Was she really that unlucky?
“The inner forest I refer to might not be the same as the one you know,” explained Ya Molian.
With these words, Lin Caisang understood his meaning.
She remembered that when he met her in the inner forest, he had mentioned that what the villagers of Ya Village believed to be the inner forest was not actually so. It was a place with very few wild animals.