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Ten minutes later, Lin Mian sat gloomily on the sofa.
From the kitchen came Fatty's loud voice, "Uncles and aunties, I'm really sorry today. I messed up the porridge, so there's nothing for everyone to eat..."
In the kitchen, Fatty spread his hands helplessly towards the neighbors outside.
The neighbors were not having it; the gentlemen and ladies acted like a group of children, clamoring to ask why.
After a week of free breakfasts, they had almost gotten used to it, needing a bowl of Four-Flavor Blood Nourishing Porridge every morning.
Without that porridge, the uncles and aunties felt like they had no motivation for their morning exercises!
"Morning Child, you can't do this. Are you saying we eat too much?" An aunt stepped forward to defend herself for not being able to get any porridge.
"Yeah, Uncle knows that Old Bai isn't eating well. How about this: from now on, let’s go back to the Noodle Shop for breakfast; we can buy it there!" Old Zhang chimed in.
"Right! Old Zhang's idea is good. Honestly, we feel bad about eating for free like this!"
Next to Old Zhang stood a tall and thin old man, his face full of wrinkles. Although he said he felt embarrassed about eating, it was clear he didn’t look embarrassed at all.
"This... this... Uncles and aunties, it's really not that I don't want to give you food. The porridge today is indeed messed up; there's no way for everyone to eat it..."
Fatty's face grew increasingly grim. Usually clever and witty, he truly didn’t dare to argue back against these somewhat unreasonable elders.
Seeing the situation about to escalate, Fatty quickly turned his eyes around and made up a lie, "You see, this porridge has herbs in it. If it's messed up and eaten, it could upset your stomach... It could lead to serious illness!"
Fatty's nonsense left the elderly stunned.
With such words spoken, no one continued to clamor for porridge anymore; who wouldn't understand that Fatty was implying that poorly made porridge could be deadly?
So after a week of porridge, they had essentially been drinking medicine for a week!
The group of Neighbors no longer clamored for porridge, suddenly changing their tune, mumbling that they couldn't keep eating porridge as it was bad for their health and that they needed to have something else for breakfast.
With the old Neighbors resolved, Fatty finally breathed a sigh of relief. Watching everyone gradually disperse, he quickly closed the window, not wanting to see those difficult elders anymore.
As Fatty stepped out of the kitchen, he happened to notice a stack of books on the desk in the corner. Curious, he walked over to take a look.
Flipping through a couple of pages, Fatty almost laughed out loud. He wondered what was wrong with Lin Ye, who had started reading books on basic martial arts.
However, these books were quite strange; aside from the one titled Basic Internal Skill that he had seen in the school library, he had never heard of the others.
Fatty had long passed the age of learning fundamentals. Now, seeing these books felt like looking at a student's textbooks; naturally, he didn't examine them closely and simply flipped through them before turning to leave.
If Fatty had taken a closer look, he would have realized that these books were not as simple as he imagined.
"Bro, are you starting to learn about martial arts? Are you going to try cultivating?"
Fatty joked, his carefree nature causing him to forget that he had just broken the door of the Lin family. Lin was currently in a bad mood and wouldn't pay him any mind.
Seeing Lin's murderous glare sent a chill down Fatty's spine. Although it was just a glance, Fatty understood that his brother was on the verge of exploding.
"Uh, bro, what should we do about that porridge in the pot?"
Fatty forced a smile that was too strained to be genuine. However, his goal was merely to divert attention; whether his acting was convincing or not didn't matter since Lin You wouldn't spare him another glance.
"Dump it!" Lin's cold voice rang out.
Without another word, Fatty immediately rushed into the kitchen and began fussing around. With an incredibly heavy heart, he poured all the food he had dreamed of down the drain...
To Fatty and others, that pot of porridge was merely something that had been sitting for a while; it wasn't inedible. But for Lin, it represented failure—unworthy even to be fed to a dog!
Lin could tolerate others eating those inferior foods, and he could even endure consuming them himself.
However, as a qualified chef, Lin would never allow anyone to eat his failed dishes!
Failed dishes deserved to be tossed into the sewer, no different from rotten mud.
...
All morning, Fatty had been busy. After finishing up in the kitchen, he was occupied with repairing the door for Lin.
It was Fatty who had broken the door, but he claimed it was to "help Lin fix the old wooden door, which should have been replaced long ago!"
Fatty couldn't handle the repairs himself; he had already found a professional handyman on the Virtual Network.
A group of people busied themselves inside and out, and the sounds of tools echoed as they worked. It took them an entire morning to replace Lin's door.
After sending the workers away, Fatty looked at the new door with a nod and muttered softly, "Tsk tsk, look at this wooden door, it's great! Just look at this grain! Bro, this new door is solid wood; do you know how much it cost?"
"I’m just glad I didn’t make you pay for medical expenses; don’t flaunt it in front of me! Annoying!"
Lin Yi's words left Fatty speechless. He clicked his tongue and forced a smile, not understanding why Lin was particularly irritable today.
Noticing that the atmosphere was still off, Fatty’s mind started racing again; he didn’t want to be a target standing there. He quickly said, "By the way, bro, I just remembered I have something to do..."
"Get out of here quickly, damn Fatty! You get restless when there’s no trouble!"
Lin waved his hand impatiently, shooing Fatty away.
Fatty fell silent and awkwardly left. As he walked out, he glanced back at Lin curiously, mumbling to himself, "What’s up with him? Is he really mad at me... I should probably avoid him for a bit to let him cool off..."
Just like that, Fatty left, and the entire house fell silent, leaving only Lin sitting on the sofa.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Lin looked up. His gaze was deep, showing no anger at all; instead, it sparkled with a hint of melancholy.
Divine Sight activated!
Lin felt a bit uneasy until he used his ability to see through and confirmed that Fatty had indeed left. He let out a quiet sigh of relief.
It turned out that Lin's earlier display of anger was all an act!
At first, he had been furious because his cultivation was interrupted, the porridge was ruined, and the door was smashed to pieces by Fatty. Who wouldn't be angry? Lin had indeed been filled with rage.
But how long could he stay angry at Fatty?
He knew very well what kind of person Fatty Chen was; he was always a troublemaker! Once Lin got over his anger, it was nothing more.
It was just that the System had suddenly issued a Prompt earlier, forcing Lin to continue pretending to be angry in order to drive Fatty away!
This way, Lin could continue doing what he needed to do...
With a deep sigh, Lin opened the System interface. A red notification flashed on the screen like a blinking warning light.
“Beep beep beep! Please note, there are only 4 minutes left until the mission deadline.”
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