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Standing by the stove, Lin appeared somewhat idle, but upon closer inspection, his focus was highly concentrated. In his right hand was a ladle, which he gripped tightly, his index finger tapping rhythmically on it.
"60..."
Lin mumbled to himself before lifting the pot lid and quickly stirring the contents with the ladle, making three clockwise and three counterclockwise motions.
This was already the third time Lin had stirred this pot of porridge, and it would be the last. From here on, all he needed to do was let it simmer slowly and wait for it to be ready.
Adjusting the flame, Lin set down the ladle and finally relaxed.
Unlike an ordinary chef who would check a timer, over the years, he had perfected the skill of counting silently. He could multitask effortlessly; when it was time for the porridge to be done, his intuition would alert him!
This skill was honed purely through practice—countless hours spent at the stove allowed Xiao Lingyu to achieve such precise timing, never deviating by more than three seconds.
Three seconds was Xiao Lingyu's limit for timing in culinary creations, which also represented what Lin considered an acceptable margin for differences in food quality.
With the simmering process reaching this point, it was finally time to take a break; all that remained was for Lin to silently keep track of time. In half an hour, the Four-Flavor Blood Nourishing Porridge would be ready.
Timing did not interfere with Lin's normal activities; for him, counting silently felt like a clock hidden deep within his heart, ticking away continuously. When the designated time arrived, it would resonate within him!
This could be considered a special ability—being able to multitask. However, at present, this timing skill could only be applied to cooking.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Lin's body completely relaxed. Just as he set down the ladle, a sudden tremor coursed through him as that inexplicable pain returned!
"Ugh... The pain has intensified again..."
Lin braced himself against the table, his body shaking uncontrollably like sifted grain. He couldn't control this trembling; it was a physiological reaction caused by pain.
The sharp pain persisted for a full three minutes, lasting more than twice as long as it had the previous night.
This was the body warning Lin that it could no longer rely solely on Red Bull to hold up; he needed to find a way to heal or recuperate quickly to delay this weakened state.
Lin squinted his eyes and remained silent, enduring the pain. This level of discomfort couldn't bring him down; instead, it fueled his desire to resist even more.
The pain in his body gradually faded away, like the tide receding after a high swell.
Lin's body returned to normal. He twisted his neck, and the bones inside made a series of creaking sounds, reminiscent of decaying wood, which was concerning.
However, Lin paid no mind to it. He simply twisted his neck and walked outside.
Lin was carefree; he never overthought things that were beyond his control. Moreover, this matter was already settled. In a few days, he would buy the Willow Leaf Turtle, and he had full confidence in his success.
After strolling a few steps, by the time he reached the living room, Lin's complexion had returned to normal. No one could tell that just moments ago he had struggled to stand in the kitchen.
Looking around, he spotted Fatty on the sofa, who had fallen asleep at some point, clutching his large round High-Energy Ion Scattering Device tightly as if it were a family heirloom.
"Baby... destroy them!! Bang bang bang!"
Fatty mumbled in his sleep, suddenly flailing his arms and legs while shouting in anger, seemingly caught up in an intense dream.
"Hmph! That damn Fatty..."
Even someone as indifferent as Lin couldn't help but chuckle softly. He shook his head helplessly and found a pillow for Fatty, placing it under his head.
After exerting considerable effort, Lin finally managed to prop up Fatty with a pillow. He was sweating from the effort; Fatty's weight was indeed quite substantial... Unaware of anything happening around him, Fatty continued to sleep soundly, snoring loudly.
The outside world grew brighter, and the old street began to fill with pedestrians. Elderly people were out for their morning exercises, some practicing swordplay while others moved forward performing Tai Chi.
As far back as thousands of years ago, the elderly enjoyed this kind of morning exercise, and there was even a very popular evening practice known as "Square Dancing."
Now, these morning and evening exercises have become even more popular, turning into essential activities for the elderly. What they practice is proudly referred to as "Ancient Martial Arts."
The term "Ancient Martial Arts" has deeply permeated the essence of Star Ocean Era; everyone here, from the oldest to those just learning to run, has a unique obsession with the phrase.
Inside the house, Lin sat on the sofa, holding the book "Basic Internal Skill," frowning as he studied it carefully.
Lin did not intend to rely on the System for learning. Since he was building a foundation and knew nothing about martial arts, it was essential to master these basic concepts.
As the saying goes, a tall building rises from the ground up; it requires not only solid footing but also a strong foundational skill.
Just like when Lin cooked, he remembered practicing his knife skills. He spent three years slicing potatoes into thin strips, cutting hundreds of plates each day without fail...
In terms of perseverance, Lin was unmatched by anyone but still surpassed ordinary people.
However, in front of this "Basic Internal Skill," Lin felt somewhat overwhelmed. The ancient text inside was dry and dull, difficult to understand. After staring at it for half an hour, he had only managed to skim through it.
The book wasn't long, containing just over a thousand words. Most of it explained the body's acupoints and meridians, with only the last section discussing "Dantian Qi."
Here, "Dantian Qi" referred to derived energy. It sounded mysterious; if it weren't for Lin Zhen's encounter with Interstellar Warriors, as an atheist, he would have likely thrown this book on the ground in disdain and stomped on it while muttering, "What nonsense! A scam!"
But that was the reality; Lin had no special talent in martial arts. Like an ordinary person, when he saw this book, he felt no sudden enlightenment—just a sense of returning to his student days while looking at those tedious textbooks.
After reading through it once, Lin truly had no desire to read it again. He rubbed his eyes and put the book away.
Lin stood up, stretched lazily, and quickly tapped his fingers a few times on his thigh, calculating the time for cooking the porridge.
"Almost done, the porridge should be ready."
Lin mumbled as he intended to walk toward the kitchen.
At that moment, a sudden "clang" sound came from behind him, startling Lin to jump forward and quickly turn around to look!
"Ouch! That hurts... Huh? What is that smell?"
It turned out to be Fatty, who had rolled onto the floor in a daze. His eyes were squinted, still looking half-asleep, and his nose was twitching as he caught a whiff of the special aroma.
Then, Fatty stumbled toward the kitchen, passing by Lin without making a sound, looking as if he were sleepwalking, which left Lin momentarily stunned.
Once Fatty squeezed into the kitchen, a loud "clang" echoed as a metal bowl fell to the ground. It was then that Lin suddenly snapped awake and shouted angrily, "Damn Fatty! Stop! The porridge! It still needs ten seconds!"
"To hell with your Yo-yo!"
Lin roared, his expression changing drastically as if he had seen his father's enemy. With fierce determination, he rushed into the kitchen!
It seemed that Fatty was about to cause some trouble; he was in for it...
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