The two were petrified on the spot.
"Weren't you downstairs just now?" Wei Shengfan pulled the corner of his lips.
"Ah, yes, I was downstairs just now. But I felt the air pressure was too high downstairs, so I wanted to sit upstairs."
"It's just one floor, how big of a difference can the air pressure make?!" Chu Shangli couldn't help but complain.
Chu Moyin stared at the book and continued to perform calculations on the rough paper. He said lightly, "A difference of just one atmosphere of pressure will cause a subtle difference in the boiling point of water. Perhaps the aroma released by brewing black tea will be reduced. Ali, who is interested in cooking, you must know that water temperature has a huge impact on the taste of black tea and coffee beans, right?"
"The temperature of the water does affect the flavor of tea and coffee beans, but that's an extremely subtle difference that only connoisseurs can taste—"
"Once a restaurant becomes famous, it will definitely attract connoisseurs. Even if you do nothing, your peers will find fault. Are you actually trying to muddle through and deceive gourmets?" Chu Moyin's pen tip scraped against the paper, making a rustling sound. "That won't do, Ali. A tiny hole can capsize a ship, and a difference of one degree Celsius can ruin a restaurant's reputation. If your dream is to open a restaurant in the future, you must cultivate a correct attitude and meticulous habits from the beginning."
Oh, right.
Even she herself almost forgot that during this period, she actually thought about becoming a five-star chef in the empire and opening the best restaurant in the empire.
Unfortunately, not long after this, my life was reduced to a small space - so much so that after my rebirth, I even had to hear Chu Moyin's words before I could remember that I had once had such a dream -
"Or... why not go to the library or the reception room?"
Wei Shengfan looked a little embarrassed and smiled dryly.
His words brought her back to reality from her brief daze, and she nodded slightly.
"It doesn't matter where you two go. I'll follow you. So don't waste your energy and just stay in this room."
"Chu Moyin, why do you always follow us?"
Chu Shangli stared at Chu Moyin's back with a hint of hostility.
That’s right, she still likes Lord Fan.
In her previous life, no matter how many times Wei Shengfan rejected her, she still pursued him relentlessly. Even when she couldn't shake Wei Shengfan's heart, she turned to her.
Not only did she poison the warming ginger brown sugar, causing her to fail the high school entrance exam, and secretly do something bad to her, causing her to be bullied in high school, she even tried to use dirty and disgusting means to make her lose her qualification to continue to be Mr. Fan's fiancée, and recorded her to force her to break her psychological defenses and shake her sense of security. She did all these things -
In the end, she still couldn't get what she wanted, so she plotted against Wei Shengfan the day before her wedding.
Maybe it was just to compete with herself, or maybe she really liked him, but in any case, Chu Moyin's feelings for Wei Shengfan had become extremely morbid - if she couldn't get him, she would destroy him completely.
"You two are both under eighteen, and while I'd like to believe your friendship is pure, if you accidentally cross a line that shouldn't be crossed, that would be considered puppy love. If this were a novel, it might have to be cut out because of your puppy love. Wouldn't that be a shame? As an older sister, I don't want my younger sister to suffer unnecessary harm at such a young age. As a bystander, I'm very curious about the ending of this story and don't want it to be cut short so easily."
I always feel that Chu Moyin's personality seems to have changed a little. Is it an illusion?
But it didn't matter—she was no longer the silly, ignorant little girl. She was now Nianhulu Chushangli, a woman with 13,672 assassination attempts, proficient in cuisine from all over the world, and who had read all the books in the room during her captivity.
Moreover, she had the script from her previous life in hand, and knew that if the devil was one foot high, the way was ten feet high; if the enemy came, the general would stop him; if the water came, the earth would cover it - could she still be afraid of this woman who had long since taken off her mask in front of her, revealing her fox tail, and who had been hurt by her countless times and even killed by her once?
"Don't say such nonsense." Chu Shangli pulled Wei Shengfan's arm: "Master Fan - no, Brother Fan, let's go in together -"
"Huh?" Wei Shengfan was obviously a little unhappy, but after hesitating for a moment, he still answered vaguely "Okay".
But Chu Moyin didn't care. The sound of flipping pages and the tapping of pens intertwined. However, because of the presence of a third person, Chu Shangli and Wei Shengfan felt like they were in a library with a "Keep Silence" sign hanging overhead, wanting to whisper but not knowing what to say. The atmosphere was very tense for a while.
"Oh, right, so many things happened just now that I almost forgot." Wei Shengfan took out an exquisite snack gift box from the bag he carried with him.
"The reason I'm so late is that on my way here, I queued up at your favorite dessert shop, Family, and bought a box of their new oatmeal lemon tarts."
Open the paper box, and you will see four cute little lemon-scented tarts lying in the round recesses. The cream cheese flowers are sprinkled with silver sugar beads and decorated with fresh mint leaves.
"ah--!"
Chu Shangli's eyes were shining as he stared at the oatmeal lemon tart in the gift box.
She is a real foodie, especially fond of sweets, especially Family snacks.
The owner of the shop has superb craftsmanship, but she is a mysterious figure who is hard to find. All I hear is that she is a beautiful woman with a strong personality.
In her previous life, Wei Shengfan would often take her to Family. After Wei Shengfan died and she was imprisoned, Chu Moyin would often buy snacks for her from Family. It is no exaggeration to say that those snacks were her spiritual support for a long time and also the best medicine to heal her inner trauma. This was perhaps the important reason why she was able to survive that difficult time.
"I can eat, right?"
"I bought it especially for you—"
"Then—I won't be polite—!"
Chu Shangli's fingers had just touched the tart shell and gift box when they were pulled away from the side.
Chu Moyin, who had been sitting at the desk just now, stood up at some point, holding a gift box and a lemon tart in her hands, turning them between her slender fingertips.
"Well, I'm in this room too. Why don't you give me some space? Wei Shengfan?"
"Well, if you are interested, Mo Yin, of course you can eat it..." Wei Shengfan forced a smile and made a "please" gesture.
"Really? That's a shame, but I'm not really interested."
Chu Shangli opened the window and threw the gift box containing the lemon tarts and Wei Shengfan's handbag out of the window.
Chu He happened to be passing by downstairs, and the snack hit him right on the head.
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