novelslam Chapter 214 The Difference Between Immortals and Mortals: Sha Zhu Eats Immortal Food as Noodles, Qin
Chapter 214 The Difference Between Immortals and Mortals: Sha Zhu Eats Immortal Food as Noodles, Qin
He became Mr. Lin's apprentice!
This realization pierced Qin Huairu's heart.
She felt that the distance between herself and He Yuzhu was now worlds apart.
Madam Jia was so greedy that her eyes turned red, and she kept rubbing her feet together.
He kept muttering, "It smells so good... If I could just have a bite, I'd die happy..."
The third and second uncles looked dazed.
They were all seasoned people, but they had never smelled such a rich aroma in their lives.
This is no longer just the aroma of food.
This is absolutely irresistible!
Soon, He Yuzhu had cooked the porridge.
He ladled out a bowl and carefully placed it in front of Lin Fan.
The porridge had a pale golden color.
A few bright green cucumber slices and fiery red fruit flesh float on top.
The spiritual energy condensed and did not dissipate, turning into a thin mist that swirled around the rim of the bowl.
Lin Fan took the porridge and took a sip.
The porridge is light and melts in your mouth.
A gentle yet powerful spiritual energy instantly filled my mouth and flowed down my throat.
A warm current flowed through his limbs and bones, nourishing every inch of his flesh and blood.
"Hmm, not bad." Lin Fan nodded. "The timing was a bit off, the spiritual energy wasn't locked in perfectly, and 30% was wasted."
He Yuzhu was not disappointed when he heard this.
Instead, he became so excited that his face turned red.
The word "not bad" coming from Mr. Lin's mouth was a compliment worth more than a thousand pieces of gold!
More importantly, Lin Fan also pointed out his shortcomings!
This shows that Mr. Lin was really teaching him!
"Thank you for your guidance, sir! I will definitely pay attention next time!" He Yuzhu said excitedly.
"Okay, you can eat the rest." Lin Fan handed the bowl back.
"Mr. Xie!" He Yuzhu took the bowl and looked at the half bowl of porridge left in it. He felt that he was holding not porridge, but a priceless treasure.
He stepped aside and eagerly took a sip.
A tremendous force erupted from within!
The porridge entered my mouth.
He Yuzhu felt a deafening roar in his mind.
The exquisite freshness instantly won over his taste buds.
Immediately afterwards, a surge of spiritual energy far exceeding anything he had ever experienced exploded within his body.
He felt as if his body was in a furnace.
It is being repeatedly burned by fierce fire.
Every pore was spewing out black impurities, and a foul stench emanated from his body.
But his mind was clearer than ever before.
He felt as if he had broken free from some invisible shackle.
My body felt incredibly light.
His power is growing wildly!
His senses are becoming sharper!
Even his insights about cooking became clear and integrated at this moment!
This is... a complete transformation!
He Yuzhu looked inward at the changes in his body and felt that powerful force.
He was completely engulfed in a state of ecstasy.
he knows.
From this moment on, his life will be completely different.
He was no longer the foolish Zhu who could be manipulated by others.
He will follow in Mr. Lin's footsteps and embark on a path to heaven that he never dared to imagine!
He Yuzhu was so excited that he knelt down on the ground again.
He bowed deeply three times in Lin Fan's direction.
"I will never forget your kindness in saving me!" His voice echoed throughout the courtyard, filled with determination and devotion.
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He Yuzhu undergoes a transformation in the courtyard, while Qin Huairu, separated by a wall, struggles in the mire of the mundane world.
The overwhelming aroma of the porridge, like an invisible giant hand, gripped her heart tightly, making her breath catch in her throat.
She watched helplessly as He Yuzhu left early and returned late every day.
His mental state improved day by day.
He walked with a steady gait and an upright posture, exuding an unprecedented energy and spirit.
What she couldn't stand the most was He Yuzhu's attitude towards her.
In the past, as long as she asked, let alone borrowing something, even if she wanted to take He Yuzhu's life, He Yuzhu wouldn't even flinch.
But now, when He Yuzhu sees her, he just nods faintly.
The eagerness and ingratiation that used to be in his eyes were gone.
Instead, there was a calm, a... detachment.
This alienation hurt Qin Huairu more than any vicious words.
She felt like she was losing her most important support, her most important source of livelihood.
No, she has already lost it.
The aroma of this bowl of porridge today was the final blow that completely broke her down.
She knew that He Yuzhu's ability to make such fragrant dishes came from more than just culinary guidance from Lin Fan.
That's a destiny bestowed by the gods!
It was a destiny she had always dreamed of, but could never even dream of!
On what grounds?
Why should that idiot Sha Zhu get such a good thing?
And I, Qin Huairu, a widow who has worked hard to raise three children and her mother-in-law, am forced to suffer in poverty here.
Jealousy burned fiercely in Qin Huairu's heart, threatening to destroy her reason.
She couldn't wait any longer!
She had to do something!
In the evening, He Yuzhu came out of Lin Fan's yard and returned to his own little house.
As soon as he entered the door, Qin Huairu followed him in.
"Silly Zhu..." Qin Huairu's voice returned to its former soft and aggrieved tone, making people's hearts soften.
He Yuzhu was savoring what he had learned in Lin Fan's courtyard that day when he heard the sound and frowned.
He turned around, looked at Qin Huairu, and asked in a calm tone, "Sister Qin, is something the matter?"
"Silly Zhu, what...what did you cook today? It smells so good!" Her eyes gleamed with a mixture of greed and longing.
He Yuzhu's heart skipped a beat.
He remembered the rules set by Mr. Lin, one of which was that no one was allowed to use moral blackmail or try to take advantage of others.
He also recalled Mr. Lin's cold gaze.
He shivered and immediately said, "It's nothing, I just made a little something."
"Just something you made casually?" Qin Huairu's tone rose a little. "Silly Zhu, don't lie to me! It smells so good, how could it be something you just made casually? Did you learn some kind of magic trick from Mr. Lin?"
As she spoke, she moved closer to He Yuzhu.
His eyes were still darting around He Yuzhu's room, as if searching for something.
He Yuzhu instinctively took a step back, increasing the distance between himself and Qin Huairu.
"Sister Qin, there's nothing special about it. Mr. Lin just gave me a few pointers on cooking." He Yuzhu's tone was somewhat stiff.
He felt genuinely uncomfortable whenever he smelled that familiar scent of scheming on Qin Huairu.
Having grown accustomed to the pure fragrance of spiritual herbs, smelling this mundane scent of cosmetics and scheming is simply torture.
Qin Huairu noticed He Yuzhu's estrangement, felt a pang of pain in her heart, and tears of grievance welled up instantly.
"Shazhu, you've changed," she said, choking back tears. "You weren't like this before. Before, if you had something good, the first person you thought of was me, our Banggeng. Now... now that you're successful, you look down on us orphans and widows, don't you?"
It's the same old routine again.
In the past, if He Yuzhu had seen Qin Huairu cry, he would have been heartbroken and would have immediately offered her his whole heart.
But now, looking at her tear-streaked face, He Yuzhu felt no emotion whatsoever.
In his mind, there were only Mr. Lin's calm eyes and the warning of "you will bear the consequences."
"Sister Qin, I haven't changed." He Yuzhu calmed herself down and tried to make her tone sound more firm. "I just want to live my own life well. Mr. Lin gave me a chance, and I can't let him down."
"Your life? Isn't your life tied to our family's?" Madam Jia Zhang had somehow joined in, her words dripping with a sharp and sarcastic tone.
"He Yuzhu, let me tell you! How much grain have you eaten from our house, how much stuff have you used from our house, and now you want to just walk away and deny it? No way! I'm telling you, if you dare not bring out that intoxicatingly delicious stuff you made for us to try today, I'll... I'll go to Lin Fan and report you! Say you stole his stuff!" Madam Jia Zhang started throwing a tantrum.
He Yuzhu's face turned red with anger upon hearing this.
"Aunt Jia, you need to have a conscience! When have I ever eaten your food? For all these years, I've been the one helping your family!"
"What's wrong with you helping our family? It's what you should do! Who told you to be childless? If you don't help our family, who will you help?" Jia Zhangshi said righteously.
Qin Huairu stood to the side, not saying a word, just silently shedding tears, looking as if she had suffered a great injustice.
The mother and daughter sang in perfect harmony, their coordination flawless.
He Yuzhu was so angry with them that he was trembling all over.
How come he never noticed before that the mother and daughter were so ugly?
He was so foolish before!
Just as He Yuzhu was so angry that he couldn't speak, he suddenly remembered that when he came out of Lin Fan's courtyard earlier that day, Mr. Lin had casually given him something wrapped in oil paper.
He opened it and saw that it was a steamed bun the size of a fist.
The steamed bun was snow-white and had a faint, pleasant fragrance.
Mr. Lin said at the time, "This is made with spirit wheat. Take it home for your dinner. Remember, there is a difference between immortals and mortals; don't give it to just anyone."
There is a difference between immortals and mortals!
Don't give it to just anyone!
These eight words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly waking He Yuzhu up.
Looking at the mother and daughter making such a fool of themselves, the last shred of hope in his heart vanished completely.
He Yuzhu chuckled and pulled the steamed bun out of his pocket.
Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi's eyes suddenly lit up.
The aroma of the steamed buns, though not as overpowering as the aroma of porridge, was still incredibly tempting.
"Silly Zhu, this is..." Qin Huairu was about to speak.
He Yuzhu, however, stuffed the entire steamed bun into his mouth right in front of them.
He chewed heartily, enjoying his meal immensely.
The steamed buns were soft, fluffy, and sweet, and a pure, spiritual energy instantly filled my body.
He Yuzhu felt his physical strength increase.
After he finished eating the steamed bun, he wiped his mouth.
Looking at Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi, who were standing there dumbfounded, he said, word by word:
"Sister Qin, Aunt Jia, I'll say this one last time. Mr. Lin's rules cannot be broken. I, He Yuzhu, am now Mr. Lin's man. From now on, I can't and don't want to interfere in your family's affairs. You'd better take care of yourselves."
After saying that, he stopped looking at them, turned around, and slammed his door shut.
Outside the door, Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi were both stunned.
As they looked at the closed door, they seemed to see their bleak and hopeless future.
Qin Huairu could no longer hold back.
She crouched down, covered her face with her hands, and burst into tears.
The cries were filled with despair, resentment, and regret.
She's gone mad.
She was completely devastated by He Yuzhu's resolute decision and by the "fate of immortality" that she could see but not have.
In the courtyard, Xu Damao, Uncle San, Uncle Er, and others hid behind their windows, quietly watching this scene.
They felt no sympathy, only schadenfreude and a chill.
They were relieved that they hadn't crossed Lin Fan's line like Qin Huairu had.
At the same time, they also realized more clearly that the world had truly changed in this courtyard house.
Sha Zhu is no longer the Sha Zhu who could be manipulated at will.
All of these changes originated from that man.
The man lying in the rocking chair in the neighboring yard, seemingly indifferent to the affairs of the world.