Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 231 - 230: Is This a Meal or Are You Worshipping Me?

Chapter 231: Chapter 230: Is This a Meal or Are You Worshipping Me?

Gu Yanshen’s face was still dark.

Like a hard rock just dug out from a coal pile.

"That Meng Ting."

His strides were large, his military boots clattering on the concrete ground.

"I want to investigate her."

Lin Wan Yi was holding his hand, having to jog a few steps to keep up.

She shook his arm.

"Investigate if you must."

"But the task now is to eat."

She pointed to the family housing not far ahead.

"Mr. Li must be impatient by now."

"Moreover, if your son doesn’t get that broken radio, he might tear the roof off tonight."

At the mention of his son, Gu Yanshen’s pace slowed.

Half of his anger dissipated.

The two returned home and picked up their two children.

As soon as Gu An saw Gu Yanshen, his cool little face lit up immediately.

His two little hands stretched out straight.

Gu Yanshen’s heart warmed.

He was just about to pull his son into his arms and give him a kiss.

Gu An’s small hand made a detour and grabbed onto the broken radio in his other hand.

"..."

Gu Yanshen’s hand froze in mid-air.

Gu An hugged the battered, even wire-exposing radio.

Rubbed his face on it.

Content.

To his father’s offered embrace, he didn’t spare even a glance.

Lin Wan Yi couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

"Looks like in his eyes, you’re worth less than a pile of scrap metal."

Gu Yanshen withdrew his hand, slapped his son on the butt with a grim face.

"Ungrateful little brat."

...

Beijing Agricultural College staff dormitory.

A communal building, the corridor filled with honeycomb coal and winter cabbage.

The whole hallway smelled of lamb soup.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Gu Yanshen knocked on a door on the third floor.

"Coming, coming!"

Hurried footsteps came from inside.

The door opened.

Dean Li, wearing a greasy apron, held a pair of long chopsticks.

His hair gray, his glasses foggy.

At the sight of Gu Yanshen at the door.

Dean Li’s face turned stern.

"Why are you just arriving?"

"The lamb is already overcooked!"

"Aren’t you soldiers supposed to be punctual?"

Gu Yanshen saluted.

"Sorry, sir, had to deal with something."

Dean Li huffed, not pursuing the matter.

Turning to Lin Wan Yi.

His old face abruptly bloomed into a smile.

"Wanyi, you’re here?"

"Hurry in, hurry in! It’s cold outside!"

"Oh my, these must be Ningning and An An? So handsome!"

He directly bypassed Gu Yanshen to welcome Lin Wan Yi inside.

Gu Yanshen, holding packages and children,

looked like a marginalized servant.

Had no choice but to silently close the door behind them.

The room wasn’t big, filled with books everywhere.

In the middle stood a copper pot, charcoal fire burning bright.

The broth bubbling away.

"Have a seat, have a seat."

Dean Li urged, pushing the best plate of hand-cut lamb in front of Lin Wan Yi.

"Genuine Tan sheep, brought from the northwest by someone."

"Good for the blood and energy, eat more."

Lin Wan Yi didn’t hold back.

She placed her own netting on the table.

"Sir, I brought something too."

"Homegrown cabbage, try it out."

Dean Li glanced at the net bag.

Two cabbages.

Fresh, with dripping green leaves, like jade carvings.

But he didn’t pay much attention.

In these times, who doesn’t stockpile a few hundred pounds of cabbage?

"Alright, just leave it there."

"Let’s eat meat first!"

Gu Yanshen settled the children, rolled up his sleeves, and started cooking meat.

He blanched a chopstick of meat first.

Changed color, scooped out, dipped in sesame sauce.

Directly placed it in Lin Wan Yi’s bowl.

The movement was smooth and skillful, expertly practiced.

Dean Li watched this, pushed up his glasses.

"Well done, Mr. Gu."

"At least you care for your wife."

"I heard about the school matter, nicely handled!"

"Students with bad intentions need to be expelled!"

Gu Yanshen said nothing, added a piece of tofu for Lin Wan Yi.

Lin Wan Yi smiled.

"Sir, aren’t you going to try the cabbage?"

She pointed to the net bag.

Dean Li waved his hand.

"What’s so good about cabbage? You only eat it when there’s no meat."

"Let’s eat meat."

Lin Wan Yi didn’t heed his words.

She took matters into her own hands, broke off some cabbage leaves.

Into the boiling copper pot they went.

And in just seconds.

A fresh, sweet aroma suddenly emanated from the pot.

Overpowering the lingering rich lamb scent.

Dean Li’s nose twitched.

"What’s that smell?"

He took a sniff.

"Smells oddly fragrant."

Lin Wan Yi picked up the cooked cabbage and placed it in Dean Li’s bowl.

"Have a taste."

Dean Li skeptically picked up a piece of the cabbage leaf.

Put it in his mouth.

Chewed a bit.

"Crunch."

Crisp.

Immediately, a burst of sweet juice exploded in his mouth.

Not a hint of the earthy taste of cabbage, just a fresh sweetness.

Even more intoxicating than that mutton stew!

Dean Li’s eyes suddenly widened.

He chewed a couple more times.

Swallowed.

It was as if he’d been shocked by electricity.

"This..."

He picked up another piece, stuffed it into his mouth.

This time eating even faster.

"Where is this cabbage from?"

Dean Li slammed the chopsticks on the table, staring at Lin Wan Yi.

"What variety is this?"

"I’ve worked at the Agricultural College for thirty years, and I’ve never tasted cabbage like this!"

Lin Wan Yi leisurely ate the shrimp peeled by Gu Yanshen.

"Just regular seeds."

"Planted casually in the yard."

"Maybe... it’s the good soil and water?"

It was nurtured with spiritual spring water.

Even it’s just the "diluted version."

If it used the raw liquid directly, Dean Li might have swallowed his tongue today.

Dean Li didn’t believe it.

He stood up, cradling the remaining cabbage in his arms.

Like holding a big gold brick.

"Impossible!"

"This must be a mutant strain!"

"This sweetness, this crispness, and this chlorophyll content..."

His professional habits were triggered.

He stopped eating.

He began to scrutinize the cabbage like a fortune teller.

Gu Yanshen was not surprised.

He finished the meat in his bowl and handed a piece of bread to Gu An.

Gu An was busy dismantling a radio, too occupied to open his mouth.

His little hands held a dining knife, unscrewing screws.

The concentration matched Dean Li beside him perfectly.

One old, one young.

One studying cabbage, one studying odds and ends.

A scene of bizarre harmony.

Lin Wan Yi wiped her mouth.

Took out a thick notebook from her bag.

"Teacher."

"You can keep the cabbage for further study."

"But there’s something here you need to see first."

Only then did Dean Li reluctantly set down the cabbage.

"What is it?"

He received the notebook and opened the first page.

At just a glance.

His hand trembled.

It was filled with dense data tables.

Recording the growth cycles, disease resistance tests, and yield predictions of a batch of wheat.

Each piece of data was terrifyingly precise.

Moreover, the projected yield...

"This is..."

Dean Li looked up at Lin Wan Yi.

Breathing quickened.

Face blushing red.

"This is from the new project you gave me last time."

Lin Wan Yi’s tone was calm.

"I did a controlled experiment in my backyard."

"This is the data from the first batch."

Actually, it was grown in a special space.

The time shortened more than tenfold.

And the disease resistance was maximized.

Dean Li’s hands trembled as he flipped through it.

The faster he flipped, the more he saw, the more shocked he became.

"This can’t be..."

"The growth cycle shortened by a third?"

"Lodging resistance increased twofold?"

"Estimated yield per mu... twelve hundred jin?"

With current technology, wheat yields about three to four hundred jin per mu.

If this data is real.

It’s like launching a satellite!

This is a national-level breakthrough!

Dean Li closed the notebook.

Pressed it down firmly.

As if fearing it might fly away.

He stared at Lin Wan Yi, voice trembling.

"Wanyi."

"Is this data... authentic?"

Lin Wan Yi nodded.

"I guarantee it with my integrity."

"Good! Good! Good!"

Dean Li exclaimed three times in succession.

He grabbed the wine glass from the table and downed it in one go.

The spiciness made him cough, yet his laughter was thunderous.

"I knew it!"

"I always knew you’re an agricultural genius!"

"To hell with this so-called style issue!"

"If anyone dares to speak ill of you again, I’ll whack them with a shovel!"

He was so excited, he paced around the room.

"I’ll personally lead this project!"

"Tomorrow... no, tonight I’ll submit the report!"

"I’ll apply for special funding from above!"

"To build a dedicated experimental field for you!"

Gu Yanshen watched the excited Dean Li.

Then looked at his calm wife.

Pride flickered in his eyes.

He reached out, holding Lin Wan Yi’s hand under the table.

His palm was warm.