Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1820 Knead a ball, steam it until it's plump

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Chen Mu patted Chen Xiaojun on the shoulder and chuckled, "Sixth Brother, your move was brilliant, absolutely flawless."

Chen Xiaojun gazed into the distance, picked up his cool tea, took another sip, and smiled calmly: "It's just going with the flow."

Xiao Yi, isn't she the same? She was recognized as a relative by the Yang family and became an apprentice of the Ximen family.

As the family grows larger, some things eventually need to be sorted out.

Gu Yuanchao smiled as he stood by, and seeing that Xin Shouyi was still lost in thought, he interrupted, "Alright, alright, Lao Xin, now that things are done here, don't just stand there. There are a few promising talents over there whose martial souls are related to the kitchen. Go and take a look, pick and choose, and see if there are any that catch your eye."

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled out a form, handing it to Xin Shouyi.

The table clearly listed the names of six or seven people, with "Bao Ruoxi" prominently appearing at the top.

Xin Shouyi took the form, his smile widening, and replied, "Okay, Lao Gu, I'll go take a look right away."

He took the paper, nodded slightly to Chen Xiaojun and Chen Mu, and then turned and walked quickly toward the children.

Meanwhile, Mai Zheling was still immersed in immense joy. He rubbed his hands together and beckoned to Bao Ruoxi: "Daughter, come on! Come with your godfather to our kitchen quarters! I'll pick out a comfortable room for you and get you some good food!"

However, Bao Ruoxi stood still, a clear look of resistance on her small face, and did not move.

Mai Zheling was taken aback, squatted down, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong, daughter? Don't you like living there?"

Bao Ruoxi twisted the hem of her clothes, glanced up at Mai Zheling, then quickly lowered her head, her voice soft: "Godfather... I... I want to live here."

These words came as a surprise to Chen Mu, Gu Yuanchao, and Mai Zheling.

Having just found a godfather and gained someone to rely on, shouldn't they go to a better place with him?
Mai Zheling was even more puzzled: "Why, daughter? It's crowded and chaotic here, how can it compare to the quiet and comfortable kitchen?"

Bao Ruoxi raised her head, her eyes filled with attachment and reluctance, and looked at the group of girls her age gathered not far away: "I...I'm a little reluctant to leave everyone."

Mai Zheling opened his mouth as if to say something more, but Chen Xiaojun's eyes flashed and he said, "Uncle Mai, this is her own choice, so you shouldn't interfere too much. Besides, this warehouse compound is just a few steps away from our kitchen. It's very convenient, so it doesn't really matter where she lives."

Chen Xiaojun turned his gaze to Bao Ruoxi: "Ruoxi, in front of outsiders, I'll still call you Ruoxi. Some nicknames will eventually become more formal as you grow up. You can do whatever you want, as long as it's reasonable."

Bao Ruoxi's dim eyes instantly lit up, a smile bloomed on her face, and she said crisply, "Thank you, young master!"

She immediately looked at Magellan.

Looking at her daughter's smiling face, Mai Zheling's heart softened, and she no longer had any insistence. She nodded repeatedly with doting affection, "Okay, okay! Daughter can stay wherever she wants!"

Having received approval, Bao Ruoxi happily hummed in agreement, and like a nimble little deer, she turned and ran joyfully back to the group of girls on the left, quickly blending into their chattering and laughter.

As Mai Zheling watched his daughter blend in with her friends, the smile on his face hadn't even faded when he saw Bao Ruoxi's soul power flicker slightly, and a pale yellow soul ring quietly rose from beneath her feet.

She clasped her hands together and muttered something:

"Knead it into a ball, steam it until it's plump, hey! The plump, white buns are ready! First Soul Skill—Meat Buns!"

Upon hearing this soul incantation, Chen Mu almost burst out laughing, and even Chen Xiaojun couldn't help but chuckle. It was truly... too apt.

As the rustic voice spoke, soul power gathered and shaped between Bao Ruoxi's hands, and in the blink of an eye, two steaming hot buns, exuding a rich aroma of wheat and meat, appeared in her hands.

Holding the steamed buns, she walked straight up to Bian Zhu and Xiang Feng.

The two of them were just rubbing the bruises on their bodies.

Bao Ruoxi handed over the steamed buns, her eyes bright: "Brother Zhu, Brother Feng, here. These steamed buns of mine... can restore some physical strength and soul power, and also have a little effect on healing physical injuries. Why don't you try them?"

Bian Zhu and Xiang Feng were both stunned.

Everyone witnessed the fierce battle between Mai Zheling and Xin Shouyi just now, and they all knew that this young lady with the promising Martial Soul and newly recognized godfather would inevitably have a different status in the Chen family in the future.

No one expected that she would take the initiative to make amends so quickly, and even use her soul skill to create steamed buns.

Bian Zhu scratched the back of his head, a simple yet slightly embarrassed smile on his face, and quickly took the steamed bun: "Oh, thank you, Ruoxi! You've gone to so much trouble!"

Xiang Feng gave a soft "hmm" and said "thank you" before taking it.

Without further hesitation, the two devoured the buns in a few bites.

A gentle warmth immediately spread through his body, rapidly restoring his physical strength and nourishing his soul power.

More noticeably, the purple and blue bruises on his body from the fight had faded considerably, and the pain had lessened considerably.

"Hey, it really works!" Bian Zhu stretched his shoulders and felt much better.

Xiang Feng nodded silently.

Seeing their improvement, Bao Ruoxi's eyes crinkled with happiness.

Then, under the somewhat surprised gazes of the crowd, Bao Ruoxi once again activated her soul power and softly chanted the soul incantation, "Knead it into a ball, steam it until it's plump, hey! The plump, white ones are ready!"

"First Soul Skill - Meat Bun!"

Another steaming meat bun was formed.

Holding the steamed bun, she took a deep breath, as if summoning immense courage, and walked step by step toward the figure that had always stood like an ice sculpture in the shadowy corner—Winter.

She stopped in front of Lin Dong, holding up the bun high in her little hand: "Lin Dong... Brother Lin Dong, here you go."

Winter's cold, silent eyes finally shifted slightly, his gaze falling on the little girl who was barely up to his chest, and on the steaming hot bun she was holding.

He showed no expression, nor did he reach out to take it; he was like a statue, with only silence spreading in the air.

When Mai Zheling saw this, he frowned, let out a soft snort of dissatisfaction, and subconsciously took a step forward—how could his precious daughter be ignored by this cold-faced man?
"Uncle Mai." Chen Xiaojun's calm voice rang out, stopping his actions.

"Ruoxi insists on staying, there must be a reason and her own thoughts. Let the children handle their own affairs. Your involvement will only make things difficult for her."

Mai Zheling paused, glancing somewhat reluctantly at Lin Dong, then at his daughter's back as she stubbornly held up the steamed bun. In the end, he listened to Chen Xiaojun's words, grumbled a few times, dragged a stool to the nearest chair, and plopped down heavily.

(End of this chapter)