What's the situation on the River Styx?
"Ling Chengrong has gone mad, forcing the Styx Pirates to return their son."
"Didn't they say his son is with us on the other side of the River Styx?"
"If the Styx Pirates still wanted to stay in the underworld, they wouldn't have said anything."
Roger nodded: "Help them escape Ling Chengrong's encirclement."
"Commander, why bother?"
Rogge's eyes were deep and unfathomable: "Although the deal is done, we can't let Styx resort to desperate measures. I have a great use for Song Ye."
Song Xia didn't know what was happening outside the Mist Star. He only overheard the pirates mentioning Ling Chengrong twice, as if it were related to him. After that, Song Xia didn't inquire any further. The more crazy Ling Chengrong became, the safer his identity would be, and the easier it would be for him to raise Ye'er.
At the same time, she didn't forget to investigate the fabricated son and the scumbag and bitch. The interstellar space is so vast, it's understandable that she couldn't find them for a while.
But after learning that she had a son, Song Ye felt dejected for a long time. He thought that the dependence he felt every time he interacted with his master meant that he had something to do with his master, but he didn't expect that it was just wishful thinking on his part.
That's true. If he really had any relationship with his master, his master would have acknowledged it long ago. However, he was already very grateful that his master had chosen him from among so many people.
After teaching for three days, Song Xia formally had the ten students become his disciples, and then they were divided into fellow disciples according to their age.
"Today I will only meditate and practice standing meditation, and then rest for half a day."
They were all still children, and upon hearing the news of a break, they were overjoyed: "Thank you, Master!"
The six children from the pirate crew happily returned home, but the remaining four had nowhere to go. Song Xia waved for them to follow her back to her residence.
"Today, your master will treat you to a delicious meal."
In interstellar space, hot meals are something only the wealthy can afford, since just preparing and eating them is extremely time-consuming. Most people rely on nutritional supplements or packaged convenience meals, which provide nutrition, are inexpensive, and don't interfere with their work.
After being taken care of by Roger, Song Xia's status on Mist Star rose sharply. Coupled with the money she earned from her previous fighting competitions, she was already considered a wealthy woman.
Occasionally, Roger would treat her to a meal, but most of the time, she would drink nutritional supplements to get more exercise, and she would only cook for herself when she had some free time.
"Master, can you cook?"
"Hmm." Actually, Song Xia mainly cooked for Ye'er. Ye'er hadn't eaten her cooking in a long time, had he?
She ordered ingredients online from the local network on Fog Star, and soon a robot delivered them to her door. She assigned tasks such as peeling garlic and preparing vegetables to the four of them, while she started making soup first, and then began processing fish and meat.
The most prominent feature of food in the interstellar era, besides the prevalence of nutrient supplements, is the abundance of food species. Just the garlic she just ordered is not only larger but also has a stronger garlic flavor. Of course, you can choose garlic with a milder flavor, but she's going to make braised pork later, and she prefers a stronger garlic flavor.
The meat that Song Xia ordered was a new species carefully cultivated in the interstellar world. Unlike the meat used for nutritional supplements and casual meals, which is bulky and dry, the meat she bought today was small in size, tender, and without any fishy or gamey smell. It was excellent whether stir-fried, stewed, or used in soup.
She chose two kinds of fish: a bighead carp, which she would stew with tofu, and a small fish about the length of a finger, whose belly was full of roe and had no small bones. Her son loved it deep-fried, and she bought a full five pounds of the small fish today.
First, marinate the small fish. After stewing the braised pork, start coating the fish with flour and frying them. In no time, the silvery-white fish turned golden brown, and the whole room was filled with the aroma of fried fish. Song Xia fried a plate and placed it in front of the four people: "You guys eat first."
Although the four kept swallowing, they remained very well-behaved: "Master, we'll wait for you."
"No need to wait for me. I told you to eat first. There's plenty more to come." Song Xia simply stuffed a piece into each of their mouths. "In the transmission of martial arts manuals, the master is like a parent, with the responsibility of raising and caring for you. So you can be a little more unrestrained in private."
After saying that, she patted Ye'er's head. Song Ye was taken aback, only to find that the taste was familiar.
Perhaps his master treated him differently, but his instinctive vigilance prevented him from telling anyone.
This little fish is so delicious, it's like I've eaten it countless times before. He even spat out the main bone much faster than his senior brothers.
Song Ye's heart skipped a beat. This was definitely not an accident. He looked up and found his master looking at him with loving eyes. When he looked again, his master turned away. Was this just his imagination?
No, he answered definitively. It was definitely not an illusion. His master looked at him differently than he looked at his other senior brothers. Moreover, his master would only look at him like that occasionally when there were no pirates or surveillance.
Song Ye's breathing quickened, and then he forced himself to calm down. His master was being so cautious, there must be a reason. He must not let his impulsiveness harm his master.
"I never expected my master's cooking skills to be so good."
"Yes, I've never eaten anything so delicious before."
"It's a pity that the six of them went home. I wonder if they'll regret it later."
"Song Ye, why aren't you saying anything?"
Song Ye deftly spat out a thorn: "With you guys being so long-winded, won't I be eating fewer pieces?"
The three of them stared wide-eyed at the pile of thorns on his chest: "You ate so many without saying a word!"
"What a loss, what a loss..."
"Song Ye, aren't you afraid you won't be able to eat the other dishes later?"
"No way, I can swallow a whole cow right now. Opportunities like today are rare. Anyway, there's no training today, so it doesn't matter if I'm stuffed."
"That makes sense."
So everyone started eating in silence, as if they were competing to see who could eat more, and no one noticed that Song Ye was eating fish at a slower pace.
He wouldn't fill himself up from just one dish. The chef would definitely make more delicious food next, and once they were full, he could have more other dishes later.
She wiped her mouth and went into the kitchen: "Master, is there anything I can help you with?"
For a moment, Song Xia felt as if she had returned to the past, when Ye'er used to skip and jump around her calling her "Mom" and asking if there was anything he could help with.
"Help me taste it." Song Xia placed a piece of roast pork in his mouth as usual. "How's the saltiness?"
Song Ye paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded: "The taste is just right."
"And what about the soup?"
"It's also very delicious, Master. I like all the dishes you make."
Song Xia knew, of course, because what she was making today were all Ye'er's favorite dishes. From now on, Ye'er would no longer have to suffer in the pirate crew like he did in his previous life.
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