hooklinebooks Chapter 47 Culinary Skills
Chapter 47 Culinary Skills
The morning sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains.
It landed on the bedside table.
Bai Yuze opened his eyes and smelled a fragrance.
He sat up.
I rubbed my eyes and walked out of the room.
In the living room, Yeyue, in her loli form, was standing on tiptoe in front of the stove, intently stirring something with a spatula. She was wearing an apron that was clearly too big, the hem dragging on the ground, making her look from behind like a small animal that had stolen an adult's clothes.
The TV was on, showing the magical girl morning news from Holly City.
The volume was turned down very low.
Bai Yuze walked over and glanced into the pot.
Fried rice with egg.
The golden egg yolk evenly coats every grain of rice, garnished with bright green scallions and a few unidentified diced meats. As the spatula flips the rice, the grains dance in the pan, releasing an aroma that makes your stomach cramp.
Hearing the noise, Ye Yue turned around and glanced at him, her eyes curving into two crescent moons:
"Onii-chan, you're up? Almost done."
Bai Yuze stood there, staring at the pot of rice, and paused for two seconds.
This was the first time he had eaten a meal with Ye Yue.
This was the most normal-looking one yet.
Bai Yuze was somewhat dazed by what he saw.
Yeyue scooped the rice from the pot into a bowl, carried it over, and placed it in front of him. Then she sat down in the chair opposite him, rested her chin on her hands, and looked at him with bright eyes.
"Try it!"
Bai Yuze picked up his chopsticks, took a bite, and put it in his mouth.
Each grain of rice is distinct.
The egg flavor is rich and the saltiness is just right. I don't know what kind of abyssal beast the diced meat is from, but it tastes very good when you chew it.
too delicious.
"How is it?"
Yeyue leaned closer, her eyes wide open.
Bai Yuze swallowed it.
Look at her.
"tasty."
Ye Yue immediately smiled, her eyes crinkling, and her whole being lit up.
"Yay! Little Sticky Rice is starting to enjoy my feeding again!"
Bai Yuze lowered his head.
He shoveled a mouthful of rice into his mouth.
Yeyue's feet dangled even more enthusiastically under the chair.
After eating,
After washing the dishes, Bai Yuze went into the washroom to start washing up.
Ye Yue nestled back on the sofa.
She continued watching the magical girl morning news, hugging a cushion. The TV volume was very low, and her feet were gently swinging on the sofa armrest.
Bai Yuze turned on the tap.
The water was splashing loudly.
He picked up his towel, ready to wash his face, when he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.
There was a dark red stain on my towel.
Not big.
The size of a palm.
It's quite obvious that it was only recently applied.
Bai Yuze paused for a moment, staring at the dark red color for two seconds.
Then he reached out and took the towel off, hiding the mark inside.
Then he took out a wet wipe and wiped his face.
The sound of rushing water was loud and clear.
Bai Yuze took out the towel and looked at it again. It was dark red and had a familiar rusty smell.
He sighed softly.
Roll up the towel and stuff it into your coat pocket.
As Ye Yue walked out of the bathroom, she looked up from the sofa and glanced at him.
"Onii-chan?"
"Um?"
"What's in your pocket?"
Bai Yuze looked down at the bulging pocket.
"Just throw the trash away."
Ye Yue blinked, didn't ask any more questions, and turned back to watch TV.
Bai Yuze walked to the door.
Change shoes
Push open the door.
The hallway was very quiet.
He went down one floor, came to the garbage chute, and lit the towel.
Watch it burn quietly.
A few minutes later,
A gentle breeze blows in, bringing a slight chill.
Bai Yuze looked at the ashes of the remains, then turned and went upstairs.
When the door was pushed open,
Ye Yue was still nestled on the sofa, in the same position as before. Hearing the noise, she turned around and glanced at him.
"Onii-chan".
"Um?"
Were you angry just now?
Bai Yuze walked over and sat down next to her.
"no."
"real?"
"real."
Yeyue stared at him for two seconds, then slowly moved closer and leaned on his shoulder.
"Onii-chan, I'm sorry. I just wanted you to genuinely enjoy the food I made."
Bai Yuzhe looked down at her.
"I know."
Ye Yue opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"So you're not angry?"
"I'm not angry."
She blinked and leaned back on his shoulder.
"When Onii-chan says he's not angry, you should double-check."
Bai Yuze was taken aback. "Why is that?"
Yeyue's voice grew softer and softer, "Because you sometimes lie."
Bai Yuze remained silent.
after awhile,
Yeyue's breathing became even.
Fell asleep.
He sat there, looking at the sunlight outside the window, without moving for a long time.
After a long while,
He then carried her to the bed.
If you don't leave,
He's going to be late for class.
......
Bus stop.
Bai Yuze stood there.
Waiting for the bus.
The morning of the Beginning of Spring was a bit chilly, and the wind carried the scent of newly sprouted cherry blossom leaves from the roadside.
He lowered his head.
I don't know what she's thinking.
Bai Yuze.
He looked up.
He saw Shiracha Chika standing a few steps away, wearing a thin jacket over her school uniform, holding a cup of soy milk, watching him from afar.
"Good morning, class monitor."
"What a coincidence, you stayed up all night to finish your homework yesterday too?" Bai Cha Qianxia walked to Bai Yuze's side and said with a light laugh.
"More or less."
"Here you are."
Shiracha Chika handed over the soy milk. "I haven't tried this one yet, would you like some?"
"No need, I've already had breakfast today."
"OK."
Shirocha Chika didn't say anything more, brought the soy milk to her lips, and slowly drank it.
The two people stood side by side.
Waiting for the bus.
The wind blew her hair up, and she reached up to gather it and tuck it behind her ear.
"Today is Professor Mu's last class."
"Um."
Are you nervous?
"A little."
She turned to look at him, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Why does your face look so excited? Did you win the lottery today?"
Bai Yuze was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously touched his face.
"Is there?"
He paused, then his tone suddenly became very natural: "Maybe it's because I ran into the class monitor that I was especially happy."
Hakucha Chika paused for a moment.
She turned her head.
Look at him.
Bai Yuze looked completely innocent, his expression so sincere that there was no flaw in his demeanor.
"Tsk!"
Bai Cha Qianxia rolled her eyes. "I think you're after my cooking skills and want me to take you out for a good meal tonight."
"Hey, class monitor, you have such a keen eye!"
The bus has arrived.
The two got into the car.
They sat down, one in front of the other.
Bai Cha Qianxia sat by the window, and Bai Yuze sat next to her.
Sunlight streamed in through the car window, falling on her profile. She gazed out the window, lost in thought.
Bai Yuze also looked out the window.
Speechless all the way.
Holly University
Teaching building.
When Bai Yuze pushed open the door, the classroom was already full of people.
Normally, ten minutes before class...
The classroom was filled with the sounds of chatting, laughter, and turning pages.
But today is different.
It was so quiet that you could hear the air conditioner humming in the classroom.
Everyone had their heads down, staring at their computer screens or printed PowerPoint presentations, their lips moving slightly as if they were silently reciting something.
Someone looked up at the doorway.
When I saw it was him,
He lowered his head again and continued to mutter silently.
Bai Yuze walked to his seat and sat down. A printed document was neatly placed on his desk.
He only glanced at it briefly.
He nodded in satisfaction.
As expected of my five-star employee – Chiba Yume Sauce.
He turned his head.
I saw that there was also a stack of documents spread out in front of Shiracha Chika, and she was drawing something on them with a pen.
"Class monitor, what's your research topic?"
"Don't make a sound."
Bai Yuze shut up.
But I still glanced at the other party's information—"A Correlation Analysis of Miasma Concentration and Residents' Nerve Response Rate in Hanjiang District of the City".
Bai Yuze raised his head.
I glanced around the classroom.
Su Xue sat in the front row by the window, her head down, with her laptop in front of her, displaying her team's PowerPoint presentation on the screen.
She watched intently, occasionally jotting something down in her notebook, her face expressionless.
There were a few boys in the back row.
Their heads were huddled together, and they were saying something with pained expressions.
"Oh no, the senior who helped me with my assignment can't make it. What am I going to do when Professor Mu asks me questions?"
"At least you finished this one. A friend of mine paid the money, but when he heard it was an assignment given by Professor Mu, the other party just ran off with the money."
"..."
Besides, in a corner not far away, there was a girl lying on the table.
He buried his face in his arms.
His shoulders were shaking; it was hard to tell if he was crying or laughing.
A multitude of beings.
Bai Yuzhe leaned back in his chair and sighed softly. It's just a final presentation, isn't it?
It's no big deal!
He glanced down at his materials.
Although it wasn't the first time I'd faced Professor Mu, but...
never mind,
I should take another look at it myself, since what he wants is not just to simply complete the class assignment.
Five minutes before class started, the air in the classroom seemed to freeze.
No one spoke, no one moved.
Even the sound of turning pages became very soft, as if afraid of disturbing some monster in the SCI.
Bai Yuzhe glanced at Bai Chaqianxia. She had already finished drawing that page and was now starting on the next one.
He glanced at Su Xue again; she was still in the same position, head down, motionless.
Then he glanced at the podium.
empty.
Professor Mu hadn't arrived yet, but the oppressive atmosphere had already reached the classroom.
......
The March sunlight slanted in through the window.
It landed on the edge of the podium.
8:50.
When Professor Mu pushed open the classroom door, the previously noisy classroom instantly fell silent, so quiet that you could hear the rustling of leaves outside the window.
He placed the thermos on the podium, then looked up and glanced at the students in the classroom.
That glance
It was like a cold wind blowing by.
People in the front row unconsciously sat up straight, people in the back row put away their phones, and the person in the corner who was still flipping through the PPT froze in mid-air.
"They should all be here by now, right?"
"Reporting to Professor Mu, everyone has arrived."
Hakucha Chika stood up to answer.
"Um."
Professor Mu nodded, sat down, and began to drink tea.
Nine o'clock sharp.
Professor Mu put down the thermos.
Stand up.
"Have you finished all the homework I assigned last week?"
"Finished writing!"
"It's finished."
"..."
Hearing the responses coming one after another,
Professor Mu smiled and nodded with satisfaction, saying, "Alright, you've all finished writing. This lesson, you'll present, and I'll listen. Each group has five minutes. Present your core arguments, data sources, and analytical conclusions... If you exceed the time limit, I'll interrupt; if you don't have enough time, I'll ask questions."
finished,
Professor Mu leaned back in his chair, picked up the thermos, and took a small sip.
"Who wants to go first?"
No one moved.
No one spoke; the classroom was so quiet you could hear the students' heartbeats.
"No one volunteered?"
Professor Mu's gaze began to move, and those he looked at all lowered their heads.
at this time,
Someone in the first row stood up.
"I'll do it."
It was a boy; his voice trembled slightly, but he still stood up straight.
Professor Mu nodded, signaling him to begin.
The presentation has begun.
The first thirty seconds,
Professor Mu mainly looked at the PowerPoint presentation and did not make any comments during this time.
Between one and two minutes,
He then turned his attention to the boy and listened to his core points.
In the third minute,
Professor Mu suddenly raised his hand to interrupt, "Student, what was the sample size of your data just now?"
The person on the podium was stunned:
"Huh? Sample size... sample size is..."
Professor Mu took a sip of tea.
He didn't say anything.
Sweat began to bead on the man's forehead: "It's...it's thirty-seven..."
"Thirty-seven samples, and you draw a universal conclusion?"
"I... I mean, my initial assessment..."
What is the initial confidence interval?
"..."
The classroom was eerily quiet.
Professor Mu nodded, his tone calm:
"continue."
The man wiped his sweat and forced himself to continue speaking. Four and a half minutes into the speech, Professor Mu spoke again:
"Time's up. Next group."
When that person went down, he looked completely exhausted.
The next few groups each had their own way of dying.
Some people were pressed about the data sources: "Which location in Hanjiang District? What time was the data collected? What was the weather like at the time? Were there any other sources of pollution nearby?"
When questioned about logical inconsistencies, someone was asked: "You said A caused B, then you said B caused C. Have you considered that there might be other confounding variables between A and C?"
But some people have put it well.
For example, the fifth group,
Su Xue,
She wore a light gray cardigan, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and walked towards the podium with very light, almost silent steps.
The classroom was so quiet you could hear the hum of the air conditioner.
Su Xue plugged the USB drive into the computer, opened the PowerPoint presentation, and then turned around to face everyone.
Her expression was calm.
"Professor Mu, our group's research topic is 'Correlation Analysis of Low-Concentration Miasma Exposure in Different Areas of Hanjiang District and Residents' Daily Physiological Indicators'."
Turn to the first page of the PPT.
The screen displays a simplified map of Hanjiang District, with several areas marked in different colors:
The Qingyang Bridge area near Parrot District, the Hongqiao area near Maple Leaf District, and the densely populated central residential area.
"We selected three monitoring points in Hanjiang District and tracked them continuously for seven days."
"Each monitoring point collects data on miasma concentration twice a day, in the morning and evening, and also collects records of morning pulse, sleep quality, and subjective fatigue from 15 permanent residents in the surrounding area."
PPT slide turning.
A table appeared on the screen, with densely packed data arranged in columns, and a few lines of handwritten text attached to the side.
The handwriting is beautiful and neat.
Another page of the PPT was turned.
This is a line graph, with the three curves representing the changes in miasma concentration in three different regions.
It is obvious that
The curves at the edges are more undulating, especially at night, with several distinct peaks.
"We noticed a phenomenon: the concentration of miasma in the peripheral areas fluctuates regularly at night. By comparing it with meteorological data, we found that these fluctuations are highly correlated with changes in wind direction; when the wind blows from the direction of the Parrot Area, the concentration increases significantly."
She paused, then added:
"This may mean that the miasma pollution in Hanjiang District is largely due to the spread from the Parrot District."
After Su Xue finished her speech, she looked at Professor Mu beside her.
Professor Mu put down his thermos and nodded.
"Where does the data come from?"
"Field data collection. Every day at 7:00 AM and 9:00 PM, for 7 consecutive days."
Professor Mu picked up his thermos and took a sip.
"Can."
Just two words.
The expressions of the students around him became very complicated, because this was the highest praise Professor Mu had ever given, a level higher than the previous "okay".
That is,
The first perfect answer has been released.