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Chapter 840: Chapter 838 · "The dishes are all set, everyone should hit the road.

"The method of keeping dates in Pulaya is similar to that of Zhai Xing." Su Rin lowered his head and said, "Every year in early February, it is ’New Festival,’ when island residents display their catches outside their homes, host grand feasts, ignite large stoves, slaughter livestock, make reunion meals, and brew a tea called ’Te Ni.’ They believe that as long as they gather together for a reunion meal and showcase the unity of Pulaya, the deity in heaven will be moved and grant them more fish and gold."

"Before I boarded the airship, my grandmother taught me how to make ’Te Ni’ tea. It’s about mixing milk and tea, and roasting it over the stove. The mashed potatoes in front of me are also an essential dish during Pulaya’s celebrations."

"February has arrived, Su Ming’an."

After saying these words, Su Rin focused on mashing potatoes, saying no more.

Su Ming’an saw such a focused Su Rin for the first time; even during battles, Su Rin never showed such a serious expression.

Almost... as dedicated as if during a pilgrimage. Those dark golden eyes clearly reflected everything in front, as if through this pot of soup, he saw the seawater and waves of another world.

It was only then that Su Ming’an noticed that Su Rin was wearing Pulayan attire today, mainly dark-colored, with buttons—which turned out to be clothing for Pulaya celebrations.

"Te Ni tea?" Su Ming’an said.

"Yes, it’s a tea mixture of milk and tea, taste tends to be sweet, with a slight taste of sea salt—a tea that fishermen love to drink after returning home from work." Su Rin checked the fire: "Grandmother told me back then, the more ingredients this tea has, the better, as long as they’re cooked together, it’ll be nutritious."

Su Ming’an watched quietly.

... Before boarding the airship, Su Rin also had a grandmother, and had relatives and friends he cared about. When comforting Tulip Princess at the beginning, he was gentle, showing reluctance towards the lives of others.

He could make reunion meals, brew Te Ni tea, and call "grandmother." He was once a resident of Pulaya, dining together with family and praying for heavenly blessings.

It took a whole sixty years’ worth of torment and lies to turn him into a god. With only cold judgment upon life remaining, left him only with the loneliness of watching over islands.

Today, after a whole six decades, Su Rin started brewing Te Ni tea again and making reunion meals.

"I can take you back to Pulaya now." Su Ming’an said.

Su Rin immediately looked up: "When?"

He put down the pot, threw an arm around Su Ming’an’s shoulder, and stared into Su Ming’an’s eyes:

"—When can we go back?"

For the first time, Su Ming’an saw Su Rin so excited, the radiance in Su Rin’s eyes brightened like a flickering candle, as if a black-and-white photograph suddenly colored.

It was only upon seeing Su Ming’an’s shock that Su Rin realized his emotional lapse and withdrew his hand.

"When you go back, I must go back too, so we need to wait until I’m free, preferably with a whole day of vacant time," Su Ming’an adjusted the fabric on his shoulder.

"Alright." Su Rin said firmly, "Let me know first."

His mood greatly improved, and his hands moved much faster.

"How many dishes will you make?" Su Ming’an asked.

"Whatever."

"With Lin Yin’s side providing noodles, that should be enough. Then I’ll make a meat soup." Su Ming’an said.

"I’ll help you." Lv Shu immediately said.

Under Su Ming’an’s guidance, Lv Shu threw all sorts of items—vegetables, radishes, beef, pork...—into the pot, as if clearing trash from a truck. Then, Su Ming’an’s hand reached toward the seasoning area...

...

"—Miss Lin Wang’an."

Under the pale blue curtains, a woman stood by the white bed, a ring on her ring finger shimmered with silver light.

Beside her stood a newly installed piano.

"Miss Lin Wang’an, per your request, we have provided you with the finest piano." Lu Changshen, Dragon Country’s Long River Faction officer from United Group’s Tian Yu Faction, smiled, "If there’s anything else you require, please let us know."

Lin Wang’an turned her head, her brows always carried a hint of melancholy. But at the moment she saw the piano, the melancholy on her face dissipated, and her gaze seemed to shine.

She walked over to the piano and gently touched the black and white keys, her fingers moving from left to right, as if caressing a lover’s skin. The hidden passion and frenzy in her eyes awed Lu Changshen.

Despite her frailty, upon seeing the piano, she exuded a chilling aura that made others shiver.

"...very nice." Lin Wang’an murmured, as if shrouded in mist: "...very nice."

"Do you like it?" Lu Changshen recorded the scene into the chest sensor, and the sidewriter would analyze it deeply afterward.

"I like it." Lin Wang’an displayed a smile Lu Changshen had never seen before.

It was like... a withered little tree suddenly blooming with colorful flowers. Such a smile radiated a strong vitality, making one feel she’s just come alive.

"As long as you like it." Lu Changshen forced a smile and met Lin Wang’an’s eyes. He then realized how deep her mental illness ran, reaching a critical point. The frenzy in her eyes was like flames, making him suspect Su Ming’an’s occasional outbursts of madness might be inherited from this woman’s craziness.

This family... truly unfortunate, Lu Changshen thought secretly.

Looking at Lin Wang’an, satisfied with the piano, Lu Changshen took a deep breath and tentatively said, "It’s New Year, Dragon Country families gather for reunions. There’s no overnight grudges among family, even if there are small disagreements, once the year passes, they’re bygone."

Lin Wang’an continued touching the piano keys, silent.

Lu Changshen continued, "Your child lacks care, and now it’s New Year—he must miss you. This is the best piano United Group could procure, virtually unattainable back on Zhai Xing. He’s practiced for many years, seeing this, he sure would be pleased. Ms. Lin, I have his contact information; do you want..."

Lin Wang’an’s gaze suddenly grew terrifying.

She fixed her stare on Lu Changshen, her radiant smile vanished in an instant. The speed of her mood shift gave Lu Changshen goosebumps.

Lu Changshen’s expression slightly changed, though he kept smiling.

Inside the room, only the broadcasting voices outside the CBD and occasional fireworks echoed. Apart from these, only Lin Wang’an’s fierce gaze cut through the air like audible knives.

"Dang—" A crisp sound emanated from the piano keys as Lin Wang’an pressed down, hitting one key. Upon hearing this sound, her ears twitched and her gaze softened, showing that only the sound of piano could calm her emotions.

"...I understand. This touch... He should like it." Three seconds later, Lin Wang’an spoke.

Lu Changshen sighed in relief, "Then, I’ll give you his contact info... He’s celebrating the New Year with Eni and them, you can reach him through Eni..."

Lin Wang’an agreed with a sound.

She slowly directed her gaze out the window. The snow had stopped, and the rich sunset stirred and descended, reflecting into her slightly flushed eyes.

She blinked and struck another key, "Dang—", and the sunset pierced through the slightly lowered white key to shine between her fingers, forming a burning band around her ring finger.

...

At seven in the evening.

As time passed, the New Year’s Eve dinner gradually completed. Lin Yin and Noel finished their tasks; the delicate pastries and pancakes neatly piled on plates. Hot custard buns, golden rolls, and other snacks were steaming, seemingly extra enticing.

Lu and Luna had hung the Dragon Country decorations, the New Year atmosphere indoors was very strong. Even Bei Wang and Yamada had finished their paper cuttings.

Eni quietly slipped back from outside the door, carrying several steaming hot dishes. To prevent himself from being poisoned tonight, he discreetly stored these dishes in his backpack compartments to replace them later.

For the moment, everyone’s tasks had already been completed, except for the cooking group, which was silent.

"Su Ming’an, are you—done?" Lin Yin shouted towards the kitchen, only to see that the kitchen door was still tightly closed. Inside, only three ominous shadows moved around, with the faint emanation of a food smell that caused complex expressions.

"I have a bad feeling," Luna said in a low voice.

"Need any help?" Lu asked.

"I’ll go take a look." Yamada Machiichi said righteously as he stepped forward, pushing open the kitchen door with a "swish".

Bowls and chopsticks came flying towards him, nearly hitting him.

A strong, pungent oil smoke smell hit him, accompanied by a stench reminiscent of rotting Mandarin fish. Lv Shu slowly walked out from it, his expression somewhat dazed, as if floating on clouds.

"It’s done," Lv Shu said blankly.

Behind him, golden energy held several dishes and floated them forward, placing them onto the long table one by one.

Ten large bowls and plates were orderly arranged.

At the head, there was Su Rin’s mashed potato soup, which smelled so unpleasant that it made faces contort, with broccoli faintly bobbing up and down like the corpses of the deceased.

The second dish was "delicious" stir-fried eggplant resembling a pile of shoe pad trash. The third dish was "delicious" shredded vegetables resembling hair pulled out of human skin. The fourth dish was "delicious" scrambled eggs with tomatoes resembling human body fat. The fifth dish was "delicious" snow-white brain matter which didn’t resemble any particular dish... A variety of tragic scenes, too many to count.

The final dish was even more stunning when it appeared, causing breaths to hold—an exceedingly terrifying "delicious" meat soup, where cabbage and pork were merged, struggling desperately in a crimson black liquid, reminiscent of the world of Qiongdi polluted by black viscous substances, evoking images of countless residents struggling to survive in the black mud.

"..."

For a moment, the room was silent, and no one reached out to taste the heavenly mortal world-like dishes.

Suddenly Lu Shu emerged from the crowd.

He strode forward, picked up a ladle, and took a sip of the meat soup.

After swallowing the food completely, he said expressionlessly:

"Delicious."

Lin Yin and the others were shocked, suddenly feeling sorry for what kind of pig slop Lv Shu must have eaten before.

"Those who say it’s not good don’t know how to appreciate," Lu Shu said as he scooped another large potful and gulped it down.

Just then, Su Ming’an and Su Rin emerged from the kitchen, a strange milk tea scent wafting through the hall.

"The taste should be okay," Su Ming’an said upon seeing the feasting Lv Shu, "I knew it should be edible."

Though its appearance wasn’t pleasant, he’d been cooking for himself since he was four. If it wasn’t edible, without anyone to take care of him, he would’ve starved long ago. Although the appearance was like a rebuttal, the taste shouldn’t be bad.

"Aren’t you guys eating?" Su Ming’an looked at the others, "Eat. The dishes are all here; why not eat?"

Lin Yin’s face slightly tensed, Lu’s smile was stiff, Yamada Machiichi’s gaze shifted slightly, Luna covered her mouth and turned her head, Eni turned his back, and Bei Wang was nowhere to be seen.

Only Lv Shu kept gulping down soup, one big mouthful after another, looking very content.

Noel closed his eyes, extended his hand, scooped a bowl of soup, and started to drink it too.

He started with a smile, but the more he drank, the more his smile faded.

Inside the TV in the living room, the interview with Boris was still ongoing, the sound extremely loud in the silent room.

"...Oh, I see, you’ve told us so much about how Su Ming’an acknowledges you as Godfather. Then, do you think there’s anything about Su Ming’an’s growth process that has troubled you?" the host asked.

Boris pondered for a moment, then said, "When God closes a door for someone, He opens a window. I think... even the most perfect child has their shortcomings. For example, think back to when Su Rin brewed tea on the last day in the Ruined World, it exposed his extremely poor cooking skills; the tea he made was like dilute diarrhea. According to The Original Theory, I think Su Ming’an..."

The room was silent, with only Boris’s clear voice.

Su Rin raised his head and immediately spotted the TV.

"Where is this man spouting nonsense?" Su Rin’s voice was calm.

"It should be the alliance TV station of Zone 32," Luna said.

"Coordinates?"

"I’ll check. It should be (329, 897)..." Luna instinctively followed orders and checked on the nearby computer.

A flash of golden light, and the next moment, Su Rin’s figure disappeared from the room.

Before anyone could react, they saw Su Rin appearing on the TV screen in the live broadcast scene. He grabbed Boris, ignoring the astonished host, and with a "pop," flipped Boris and the entire camera over, pinning him to the ground and frantically pounding him. On the TV, only the cries and screams of staff members could be heard.

"I was wrong, ah! I was wrong! Help—"

Boris’s voice was drowned out by Su Rin’s barrage of blows.

"Still talking nonsense?" Su Rin’s voice came through.

"Dilute diarrhea! Dilute diarrhea! Dilute diarrhea!" Boris was quite strong-willed.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

...

...

[New World Guild]

Night fell, and the glazes of the New World Guild shone with rainbow-like glows. A little girl hugging a teddy bear walked across the plaza, approaching the center of the base.

Vice President Angelica saw that she had no guild emblem above her head and immediately stopped her.

"Little friend, do you need anything?" Angelica leaned down, as she was very friendly to children.

The little girl looked up, revealing a face everyone was familiar with.

"You... you are..." Angelica said in shock.

"I’m Bonnie." The little girl snapped her fingers, a cluster of flames appeared and vanished. She stared at Angelica’s face with a sinister smile unbefitting her age:

"I heard... you guys are conducting human experiments, modifying children here?"

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