Chapter 46 Chapter 46 Return to the Wind Wing [Second Update]...
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Climbing onto the ship using the wobbly escape ladder, Zheng Yijie's eyes widened as he saw the spacious open deck and the solid and majestic superstructure. He suddenly felt like an ant climbing a ball - there was no edge to the horizon.
From below, it just seemed big and magnificent. After officially boarding the ship, he was on the open deck that looked like a basketball court. The river breeze blew towards him with the heat waves, and Zheng Yijie got goosebumps all over his body.
It wasn't over yet. As the lights came on, Zheng Yijie followed his master into the cabin, where he saw a spacious and bright living room, a clean and tidy kitchen, and an exquisite and warm bedroom...
From hell to heaven, Zheng Yijie felt like he was on a roller coaster, and he was completely dizzy. He stood in the aisle and looked back at Gu Mengran blankly, his lips opening and closing, and he said with difficulty: "You call this a boat? This is definitely a luxury house on the water!"
Gu Mengran was very satisfied with his reaction. He shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly and said with a smile, "How can a small bulk carrier not be considered a small boat?"
"Good, good, good, good boat, wonderful boat!"
The Wind Wing gave Zheng Yijie a small shock. He had no time to care about Gu Mengran's teasing. He stretched his neck to look around, like a tourist who had just arrived in a foreign country, his eyes full of curiosity and expectation.
It was getting late. After running around for days, everyone was exhausted. Most of the home appliances were still in the space, so there was really no need to continue the tour.
So Gu Mengran pushed open the door of the second bedroom next to his grandfather, turned around and raised his chin towards Zheng Yijie, "Nuo, your room, go in and take a good shower first, and I'll bring you bedding and daily necessities later."
"My room? A single room?" Zheng Yijie was overjoyed. He deliberately slowed down his movements and moved into the bedroom step by step as if he was opening a blind box.
There is an independent bathroom, custom-made wardrobes, transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, and a large bed. Although there are no home appliances, the spacious independent space already shows the owner's sincerity.
"Great, so great!" Zheng Yiji was so happy that he rolled over on the mattress, then immediately got up, hurried to the door of the room, and called out to the three people who had not yet had time to enter.
His face flushed with excitement, and he spoke incoherently: "I knew I was right about you! I won't brag anymore. Compared to those pediatricians of mine, you are the ones who really know how to live!"
"I, Zheng Yijie, have signed the indenture contract to you. Please treat me as your own. If you have any problem, you can call me whatever you want. Don't be polite to me."
After saying this, he clenched his right fist and hit his chest twice, as if to show his loyalty.
Gu Mengran could see that the Fengyi had completely captured this insecure doomsdayist. No matter what happened before, this time he should be determined to stay and could not be driven away.
Welcome has been said many times. Gu Mengran turned the door handle, pushed the door open and looked back at him. He suddenly smiled and said, "Take a shower, my friend. You stink."
"Does it stink? Let me smell it. Hiss, it seems a little sour."
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After taking a refreshing cold shower, Gu Mengran prepared a set of toiletries, bed sheets, and some simple changes of clothes, and slowly delivered them to Zheng Yijie's room.
Returning to the bedroom, the remaining coolness in the room was running out. Gu Mengran turned on the air conditioner, threw back the quilt, and lay down on the big bed he hadn't used for a long time.
Finally returning home, Gu Mengran hugged the quilt and let out a long sigh, his anxious heart gradually settled down.
The road ahead is still difficult, but home always gives people a full sense of security.
Gu Mengran was more or less a little excited and thought he would suffer from insomnia, so he curled up in the quilt to plan for tomorrow. But before he could come up with a plan, his eyelids started twitching involuntarily and he soon lost consciousness.
After waking up naturally, Gu Mengran came out of the bedroom with a messy head and slippers.
Before he could finish stretching, an unbearable heat hit his face. Gu Mengran woke up immediately from his doze and walked quickly along the corridor towards the living room.
Grandpa and Zheng Yijie were not there, only Liang Zhao was sitting alone on the sofa.
The living room was also as hot as a steamer. Liang Zhao sat there motionless, his forehead covered in sweat, and his black T-shirt was also stained with sweat.
"Is the air conditioner broken? It's too hot." Gu Mengran walked over to Liang Zhao and sat down. He wanted to take a tissue to wipe Liang Zhao's sweat, but he touched nothing.
The coffee table was empty, the paper towel box was gone, the fruit basket was gone, the air conditioner remote control—
The living room was equipped with a cold-proof and heat-resistant industrial-grade air conditioner that Gu Mengran had bought specially. Its indoor unit was the same as the central air conditioner and was all embedded in the ceiling. However, there was no air conditioner switch line reserved at the time, which meant that the air conditioner in the living room could only be turned on with a remote control.
During the emergency evacuation, he took a lot of things back to the space, including... the air conditioner remote control on the coffee table.
By the time Gu Mengran thought of this, it was too late. Liang Zhao looked at him with a half-smile, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, "Is the air conditioner broken? We should turn it on and try it out to know."
Gu Mengran wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, and hurriedly took out the remote control from the space.
With a "beep" sound, the air outlet on the top of the head slowly opened, and in a moment, wisps of cool air dispelled the stuffiness, like ice cream in summer, cool and refreshing.
"The meal is in the kitchen."
Seeing that Gu Mengran’s head was almost touching the floor, Liang Zhao reminded him.
Gu Mengran was not in a hurry to find food. He said "Oh" sullenly and asked casually, "Where are Grandpa and Zheng Yijie? Haven't they gotten up yet?"
Liang Zhao raised his chin and looked towards the aisle. His eyes dimmed slightly, and he whispered, "Yes, they got up very early and made breakfast. They are in the driver's seat now."
"Grandpa took him on a tour. This guy is so curious." Gu Mengran complained in a low voice, not noticing Liang Zhao's lost expression at all.
Liang Zhao shook his head lightly: "It's not a tour. Master Meng is taking him to familiarize himself with the equipment and preparing to teach him how to sail."
Gu Mengran: "That's great! Let's teach him as soon as possible. When the four of us take turns in the future, it will be much easier for everyone."
Liang Zhao stopped talking, and his shoulders suddenly sank. He lowered his eyes to look at the ground, not knowing what he was thinking. His thumb repeatedly rubbed the back of his hand, and he seemed to be in a state of extreme anxiety.
Gu Mengran was very sensitive and sensed something was wrong. He moved half an inch closer to Liang Zhao without leaving a trace, poked his arm with his hand, and said half-jokingly, "What's wrong? Did you turn on the air conditioner and make our little brother Liang too hot?"
His remaining eyes swept over the restless hand, and Liang Zhao chuckled, "It's not hot, it's just that I'm idle. It seems that everyone has something to do, and I can only sit here and enjoy the air conditioning."
With just one simple sentence, Gu Mengran immediately knew where the problem lay.
It’s not that he’s idle, but that Zheng Yijie’s joining has brought Liang Zhao a sense of crisis.
After such a long journey, who wouldn't want to rest for a few days with the air conditioner on when they got back to the ship? Liang Zhao refused. He would rather sit in the living room without air conditioning and wait, and make his presence felt outside.
He was not worried about survival, nor was he worried that Gu Mengran would abandon him. He was just... afraid that Gu Mengran no longer needed him.
Liang Zhao seemed to be sensitive and had low self-esteem in his previous life.
Gu Mengran glanced at him secretly with his peripheral vision, put his hand over his mouth, and burst out laughing.
Exaggerated laughter echoed in the living room, and Liang Zhao gave him a puzzled look.
Gu Mengran supported his shoulders and stood up, saying seriously: "How come you are so energetic? I wanted you to have a good rest for a day, but none of you can stay idle. Well, let's go and get to work."
"What job?" Liang Zhao stood up and after a few seconds he remembered, "You haven't eaten yet."
Gu Mengran grabbed Liang Zhao's arm and dragged him to the kitchen. "We're going to the kitchen anyway, so it's just a matter of time."
The kitchen at home is big and you can decorate it as you like.
Gu Mengran quickly finished a bowl of millet porridge, took out a stack of stainless steel buckets and two extra-large stainless steel basins that adults could sit in to take a bath, then took out two folding chairs and sat at the kitchen door with Liang Zhao.
He had long been tired of dry food and fast food, and could still eat meat once or twice. What did Gu Mengran want the most? Without a doubt, it had to be the gout combo!
There was a bucket each of mantis shrimp, orchid crab, conch, clams, and blue lobster, half a basin each of quick-frozen octopus and quick-frozen shrimp, and finally a basin of dead shrimp.
All the seafood was taken out and packed in containers. The scene was very spectacular and there was almost no space left in the kitchen.
Gu Mengran looked at the slightly surprised Liang Zhao and smiled contentedly.
Have nothing to do? These seafood dishes are enough to keep you busy for the whole day.
The storage space does not change over time. It remains the same as when you put things in and when you take them out. Moreover, it cannot store living things.
So when these aquatic animals that were originally lively and energetic were bought back, Gu Mengran deliberately kept them at home for a few days, waiting until they had vomited out all the sand and were completely dead before reclaiming them.
The frozen products were put aside to thaw, and the conches, clams, crabs and mantis shrimps would be processed later. Gu Mengran took out a box of toothpicks from the workspace, grabbed a shrimp and moved to Liang Zhao's side.
“Can you take the shrimp thread?”
Without waiting for Liang Zhao to answer, Gu Mengran poked a toothpick into the shrimp's back and pulled out the shrimp thread to demonstrate to him, "See this black thread? Poke it in with a toothpick, pull it out a little bit at a time, then gently pull it out with your hands. Don't use too much force, otherwise -"
Before he could finish his words, the half of the shrimp thread that Gu Mengran had pulled out broke into two pieces. The other half retracted into the shrimp shell. He poked and picked at it with a toothpick, and managed to break the half of the shrimp thread into pieces, which stuck to the shrimp meat and could not be separated.
How can I continue to be a teacher if I messed up in the first class?
Gu Mengran refused to believe it and picked up another shrimp.
The same method, same result. Gu Mengran put the half-rotten shrimp back into the bowl without leaving a trace, and his face suddenly turned red to the back of his ears.
"That's clearly what they teach on the Internet. What's the problem?" Gu Mengran buried his head in thought, avoiding his gaze intentionally or unintentionally, and didn't even dare to look up at Liang Zhao.
"It may be a problem with the toothpick." Liang Zhao smiled faintly and opened his palm towards Gu Mengran, "Do you have scissors?"
Gu Mengran nodded, took out a brand new pair of scissors from the space and handed them to him.
Liang Zhao moved quickly, took the scissors and quickly picked up a shrimp from the basin.
He first held the shrimp head and cut it diagonally. After cutting off the shrimp spear, he squeezed it with his hand, and a black shrimp stomach immediately emerged. Then he pinched the shrimp stomach and pulled it lightly, and a complete shrimp thread came out.
"Well, it's indeed the toothpick problem." Liang Zhao pursed his lips, the smile in his eyes growing deeper and deeper.
Gu Mengran looked at the intact shrimp thread, his face as black as the bottom of a hot pot. He glared at Liang Zhao angrily and stood up suddenly. "Hmph, do it yourself. This whole pot is yours!"