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With a slight thought, he remembered that the system said this tag could be used on martial arts "and" skills.
What would happen if I used it in cooking? He was quite curious about that.
Since no one else was coming to the inn, Yu got up and went to the kitchen in the backyard. After all, cooking skills were an essential skill for running an inn.
Although Qiu Ying usually cooks when there are a lot of people, Fu Hai is also quite good at it. He dragged the label and hung it on himself.
Then I lit a fire in a wok and personally stir-fried a plate of "Golden Jade". After a while of tinkering, I finally succeeded.
Looking at the plate of golden jade, with its pink and green hues and brightly colored corn kernels and beans, he was completely satisfied.
I wonder if the effect of this label has been enhanced by the cooking skills?! I'll have Yuelan try it.
Fu Hai harbored some resentment; his junior sister had ruined his beloved "Five Stresses, Four Beauties, and Three Loves" system. So, gazing at the plate of gold and jade, he left the kitchen and headed up the mountain.
"It smells so good!" Murong Die drifted over from the lobby at this moment. "I was just hungry and was about to ask if there was anything to eat in the inn. I didn't expect you to have already prepared it, little innkeeper."
Murong Die took the dishes from his hands and said, "Your cooking skills are quite good. They look delicious. Put the price on my tab and pay it when you leave tomorrow."
Chapter 4: Screaming your lungs out won't help.
The martial arts practitioners in this world are truly different.
Murong Die has a well-proportioned figure, and her skin, thanks to her own spiritual power, does not need to use skincare products like women from another world to maintain its alabaster whiteness.
She swept in like the wind, carrying a plate of "golden jade," and seeing its perfect color and aroma, my mouth watered.
"Miss Butterfly!" Fu Hai hurriedly said, "This dish is just a sample; I'm giving it to my junior sister to try."
"It's alright, it's alright!" Murong Die didn't mind at all. "I'll help you taste it." She carried the plate through the lobby and went upstairs.
Fu Hai panicked: "Miss Die, I really gave this to my junior sister to try. This dish..." He chased after Murong Die, reaching out to snatch the plate of golden jade.
"Oh dear, don't be stingy!" Murong Die twirled gracefully, her crimson flowing fairy dress swirling in a beautiful circle. In an instant, she easily dodged the attack of this mere ninth-realm low-level cultivator.
Fu Hai quickly intervened, saying, "Miss Die, listen to me, listen to me, this dish... just cook another plate for your junior sister, I'll keep this one for now."
With a giggle, Murong Die floated into room number eight, carrying it in one hand, and casually locked the door from the inside. She thought the young innkeeper was a bit stingy; it was just a dish, after all.
"I wonder which of his two junior sisters he gave it to? He seemed to put a lot of thought into it." Murong Die picked up her chopsticks and sat down.
The dish was truly exquisite, its golden hue translucent, its green hue round and plump, and its aroma was irresistible. I gently picked up a green pea with my chopsticks, raised it, and as I put it in my mouth, I felt a pang of reluctance.
The green pea entered her mouth, and instantly, an indescribable sensation surged through her delicate body. She felt every cell in her body blossom, a wonderfully soft and tingling feeling spreading through her. How strange!
One more bite!
As each grain was fed into the mouth.
She felt as if every part of her body was blooming. Honey-like fluids flowed continuously, converging at the most intimate spot on her delicate body.
She let out an uncontrollable soft moan, a feeling as if the icy flow of the dead of winter had been imbued with the fragrance of spring flowers, butterflies fluttered around her, and tiny sparks of light shone from her fingertips, flowing beautifully upstream.
Without realizing it, I felt completely drained, while my chest felt like it was being plucked and climbed by butterflies, who saw it as a flower stamen.
The pollen instead flooded into her body, and the rising warmth throughout her limbs turned the pollen into honey, which gathered at the shy spring below her dantian, becoming uncontrollable.
Fu Hai gripped the railing and peered towards room number eight.
For a fleeting moment, he seemed to hear a strange, soft murmur coming from that direction. Then silence returned.
There shouldn't be any problems, right?
Aside from the labels attached to his cooking, to him, these were just ordinary dishes. Fu Hai's culinary skills were quite good.
In the other world, he received the "Three Good Student" award every year at school, and at home he was undoubtedly a good child that his parents could rest assured about.
His father was a high school Chinese teacher, and his mother was skilled in all kinds of cooking. Although she ran a pastry shop, she could actually cook all kinds of Chinese and Western dishes.
Fu Hai is a good person, and good people are easily swayed by pleas. He softened instantly and was dragged inside.
Her smooth, shapely legs rested on the doorframe, and the door slammed shut. A short while later, the good guy began pointing a gun at the heroine.
Chapter 5 Many thanks, Senior Brother, for helping me improve my swordsmanship.
Fu Hai could tell that the female knight-errant truly needed help.
Her face was flushed, her skin covered in red bumps, and she looked like a black hole that needed stars to fill it. Fu Hai really had no experience in this area.
Fortunately, he remembered some good children's movies he had watched in his previous life. It really wasn't his fault; he had been deceived.
Not long after he started junior high, his chubby deskmate gave him a website link, lying that it was something good kids should watch. Naïve as he was, he actually believed it.
He was stunned, feeling as if a new world had opened up before him. He was so frightened that he immediately shut it, as if he had done something wrong.
In the following days, I couldn't resist the temptation and opened it again and again.
Later, as a model student, the shame he felt for doing wrong made him realize that he couldn't continue like this.
So he deleted the website, banned the computer, and forced himself to focus on his studies with great willpower, finally achieving first place in his grade again. However, even now, the content of those "good kids" videos still lingers in his mind.
To rescue the heroine and help others, Fu Hai had no choice but to apply the many techniques he had learned back then to her. [Ding! Host has successfully captured the heroine Murong Die, gaining 60 points and unlocking the system shop.]
When Fu Hai used ropes, following the method used in the movie "Good Kids," to bind the female warrior with ropes, the system popped up a notification sound.
Don't ask him why he's so skilled at tying things up; he doesn't know either. He doesn't have any special talent for this kind of thing.
Under his various methods, the female warrior's sweet voice was indescribably beautiful, and she enjoyed immense pleasure. However, she immediately insisted on returning this pleasure to him.
"Miss Butterfly, wait, wait." He tried to hold back. Unfortunately, even he was, first and foremost, a man.
After a while, the system popped up a notification sound again.
[Ding! Mission Two completed. Host has gained 600 points and one low-grade random card.] Fu Hai lay on the chest of the female knight Sai Xue, sobbing. His first time was gone just like that.
Although it was also the young female warrior's first time, she was older and more skilled. She embraced the young shopkeeper, offering him earnest comfort and showering him with sweet words. She also assured him that she would take responsibility if he wished.
The young shopkeeper brought her unprecedented and immense joy, and she truly wanted to take responsibility for him for the rest of her life. Half an hour later.
Fu Hai put on his clothes, opened the door, and slipped outside.
After her exhaustion subsided, the female warrior also fell into a deep sleep, and it was unlikely that she would wake up for a while. Fu Hai helped her put her flowing fairy dress and waistband, which were stuck outside the door, inside.
He turned and closed the door, then slipped towards the stairwell, only to stop abruptly. Looking down, he saw the empty plate on the floor was gone.
Fu Hai looked left and right, confirming that the empty plate was indeed gone. He couldn't help but gasp... Who else had been here just now?
He looked back and saw that the sun had moved to the other side of the inn, and the windows on this side no longer let in sunlight, making it much darker and quieter.
Except for the room where the female knight stayed, all the other doors on both sides were locked with brass locks and could only be opened with keys bearing identification tags. Fu Hai felt extremely guilty.
He stumbled downstairs, looking left and right, but didn't see anyone.
Heaven is empty, a few old, newly lit tables gleam. The sunlight outside makes the distant sand sparkle like gold. Behind the counter, too, is empty.
He stepped outside and looked out. The distant northern city was shrouded in the blazing sun; the heat seemed to distort the entire city. Under the Empress's arrogance, the kingdom was generally peaceful. On the city walls, the banners had drooped limply.
The heroine's brown horse was in the stable, and the fodder in the manger was empty. Fu Hai turned around, passed the counter, and went to the backyard.
Mountain water, channeled through bamboo tubes, gurgled down in a corner. He bent down, cupped his hands to wash his face, and tried to clear his head. Suddenly, a soft, girlish voice came from behind him, "Senior brother..."
Fu Hai was startled. The water splashed on his face shattered with a splash, and the coolness seemed to slowly seep from his face into his heart, from the outside in, slowly and deeply cold.
Turning around, I realized that a girl had appeared behind me.
The girl wore a pure white dress, her hair was styled in a twisted bun, and her oval face was so fair that it looked as if she hadn't seen the sun in a long time.
She had a slender and graceful figure, with twelve small knots and a small flower knot tied around her waist, and on her feet were embroidered shoes with white soles and twelve tassels tied around the waist. A sword was also stuck diagonally in her hair.
Strangely, a faint tremor emanated from the scabbard, as if the sharp sword had just been sheathed. "Ling... Lingyue?!"
Standing behind him was his junior sister, Song Lingyue.
Song Lingyue was considerably taller than Xia Yuelan, but much more slender. This slenderness also included her ample bosom.
She raised her head and looked into her senior brother's eyes, which were as calm as water.
Fu Hai felt as if his entire being was reflected in her eyes, entering the clear, mirror-like lake within them, and then he was deeply immersed in it, unable to breathe.
“Shi Ke,” Song Lingyue said softly, “where did you go just now? I didn’t see you when I came over.” “I, I… I just… sat in Miss Murong’s room for a while and chatted.”
"I see!" Song Lingyue's voice was so soft, as if it came from an unknown hell, and it didn't sound like it was coming from in front of him at all.
"Junior sister, when did you arrive? How long have you been at the inn?" "I arrived a while ago. I didn't see senior brother, so I'm practicing my sword here."
Song Lingyue raised her head, and a sweet smile bloomed on her serene oval face. "Shi Ke, look, my Shattered Moon Sword has improved again."
She took a step back. *Whoosh!*
The sword is unsheathed.
Fu Hai only felt the sword light flash in front of him.
For a fleeting moment, he felt a chilling sword aura brush against his face. Then, the sword silently and quietly returned to its sheath.
He touched his face; there wasn't a single scratch, but some stray hairs drifted past his eyes.
He noticed a small red dot on the system panel and quickly glanced at it. [Song Lingyue]
[Left Protector of the Heavenly Evil Sect.] [Martial Arts Level: Eighth Realm!]
[Martial Arts Techniques: Shattered Moon Sword (Mastery), Dragon Claw Hand (Proficient)!] No, didn't she just say she was "proficient" with the Shattered Moon Sword earlier?
He only went to the female knight's room and "chatted" with her for a short while.
How come after she came out, her junior sister's Shattered Moon Sword advanced even further, directly reaching "Mastery"?
Song Lingyue looked up at him, her gaze deep and thoughtful: "Thank you, Senior Brother. For helping me improve my swordsmanship." What did I do?
Chapter 6 Junior Sister's Swordsmanship
Fu Hai didn't know why Ling Yue's Shattered Moon Sword had suddenly improved.
He was also panicking, like a shattered mirror being forcibly held together by spider webs—it would shatter at the slightest touch. Song Lingyue sheathed her sword and slowly approached him.
Her waist was supple and arched, and although her feet were a foot away from him, her raised face pressed close to his chin as her toes touched the ground. "Junior Sister." Fu Hai looked down at Song Lingyue, whose slender body stretched out like a snake.