Chapter 9

"Stay calm! Stay calm! Don't get angry," Lu Man quickly advised upon seeing the situation.

"Angry? With a classmate like him, why should I get angry? Humph!" Yang Tingting gave a cold snort in Lin Yihang's direction and rode off.

Lu Man secretly stuck out her tongue behind her back. She was practically fuming like the Bull Demon King, and he still said she wasn't angry!

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Lin Yihang held the bag as if it were his life. He first went to the Xisanjiao market to buy the largest clay pot he could find, and then stopped at a street stall for lunch to fill his stomach. After that, he excitedly returned to the newly rented small house.

"Hmm, the herbs are all of good quality!"

He hadn't checked them carefully on the street, but now that he took a closer look, he found the herbs to be even better than he had imagined.

Of course, "better" was relative to the environment on Earth. At the very least, in an era where fake Chinese herbal medicines were rampant, these herbs were genuine, and that was no small feat.

There was a communal kitchen on the first floor, and it was agreed that Lin Yihang would cook there.

He washed the clay pot thoroughly and placed it on the gas stove.

The chicken had already been cleaned and plucked, so he just rinsed it with water, no need to chop it up, and put it in whole. Then, he added the pile of herbs, including the old ginseng.

He added water until it was two fingers above the ingredients.

He covered the pot, turned on the stove, and happily waited on the side.

Simmering over a low flame, this way, the medicinal properties would be fully extracted, and the soup would become rich and flavorful.

Lin Yihang knew he couldn't rush it, but he also didn't dare to go back to his bedroom to meditate. After all, this was a communal kitchen, and there was a little troublemaker at home. If it got knocked over, he'd be in a bind.

The ingredients and herbs were too precious, and Lin Yihang didn't have the means to get a second set.

He decided to sit in the living room and watch a movie, while keeping an eye on the kitchen.

Tong Xiaoyan seemed to be unemployed, and her financial situation didn't seem to be very good. In the morning, she went to the supermarket and bought very little, and then stayed at home all day.

Fortunately, the little girl wasn't as troublesome as he had imagined. Most of the time, she followed her mother to draw or pester her for stories, all staying upstairs and not disturbing Lin Yihang, which he found quite satisfactory.

Afternoon passed, and he watched two movies, almost dozing off on the sofa.

Ding Dong—

The doorbell rang, and Lin Yihang snapped to attention, sitting up straight.

Tap tap tap!

Footsteps, Tong Xiaoyan quickly descended the stairs in casual home clothes, her mature figure even more full. Her chest jiggled as she walked down, quite eye-catching.

She smiled at Lin Yihang, a greeting, and then went to open the door.

"This place seems a bit remote!" A girl's voice, clear and pleasant.

"Not at all! Not at all! How could it be remote? You're about to take the college entrance exam, and a quiet environment is exactly what you need for review. This place is absolutely the best. A classmate from your school has already rented a room here. Xiao Lin is here, Mrs. Tong?"

A familiar voice, the real estate agent had lured another tenant.

Lin Yihang was speechless. When did he become "Xiao Lin"? This guy was really too familiar.

"Yes! Yes! He's in the living room watching a movie," Tong Xiaoyan nodded.

Swish!

The living room door opened, and three people walked in. Lin Yihang glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw, besides the real estate agent and Tong Xiaoyan, a beautiful girl.

What a coincidence. Lin Yihang knew this girl, or rather, his previous self knew her. More accurately, his previous self knew her, but she didn't know him.

Dong Qing, the top candidate for the top score in the liberal arts at Shuncheng No. 1 High School this year, and with her beauty, she was immediately given the title "The Flower of Liberal Arts" by some enthusiastic boys.

However, Lin Yihang didn't care about these things. He just glanced at her and continued watching his movie. Since she didn't know him, he wasn't about to force himself on her.

"Ha ha, Xiao Lin, are you satisfied with living here?" The real estate agent came over happily, his face full of warmth, and anyone who didn't know them would think they were brothers.

Tong Xiaoyan was looking at them with a puzzled expression, very confused. They didn't seem this familiar yesterday! Did something happen last night?

"Alright." Lin Yihang nodded casually, his eyes never leaving the TV screen.

"Hehe, I told you so! This place is absolutely suitable for high school students, and your classmate is proof!" The real estate agent continued to sell to the new tenant. Lin Yihang's indifferent response was treated as a treasure by him.

"Okay, then I'll take this room!"

Dong Qing toured the rooms, and the clean and comfortable environment clearly pleased her. Plus, the landlord was a woman, and there was a classmate renting, so she felt at ease.

Another deal was done, and the real estate agent was very happy. He collected the commission from Tong Xiaoyan, smiled, and left.

Dong Qing chose a room on the second floor, and she went upstairs to unpack her two large suitcases.

Lin Yihang watched TV for a while longer, feeling the time was right, and went back to the kitchen to open the clay pot. Immediately, a fragrant steam rose, and the pot of medicinal soup looked and smelled delicious.

Smelling the aroma, Lin Yihang's mouth watered. He found a cloth to hold the pot by the handles and carried it to the dining room.

Then, he turned to get bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen. When he returned, he saw Dong Qing had come downstairs at some point and was standing by the dining table, her pretty little nose twitching.

"Wow, it smells so good! What soup are you stewing?" Seeing Lin Yihang come over, Dong Qing asked.

Since they would be living together, Dong Qing hoped to get along well with everyone, so she took the initiative to greet him.

"This is a medicinal soup, you can't eat it," Lin Yihang said as he used a spoon to serve himself a bowl.

Dong Qing was taken aback at first, then rolled her eyes. What did he mean? It was as if he was afraid she wanted to eat it... Although Dong Qing had to admit that she did indeed want to try it a little. The soup smelled so good, and the strong medicinal aroma only made it more appealing...

But this guy was really hateful. If it were any other boy, they would have invited her eagerly. But he was different, giving her a preemptive warning.

So stingy!

Dong Qing had already labeled Lin Yihang.

Slurp!

With the medicinal soup in hand, Lin Yihang had already forgotten about Dong Qing, savoring a big mouthful. The rich medicinal power flowed down his throat, giving him a warm, comfortable feeling all over.

Lin Yihang closed his eyes slightly, his face full of bliss.

Unbeknownst to him, this expression only made Dong Qing even more annoyed.

She twisted her slender waist, flicked her ponytail, and turned to leave. She regretted thinking about getting along well just now. It was only two months! There was no need to talk to such a stingy man.

Dong Qing decided that from now on, she would have "no contact" with this stingy man.

Lin Yihang had no idea that his honest words had already offended the beautiful roommate. The key was that he was telling the truth!

To stew this pot of medicinal soup, Lin Yihang had put in all his savings. The five thousand yuan he had stored with Yang Tingting was originally enough to buy the herbs several times. But Lin Yihang's list was all high-quality herbs, and the remaining money might not even be enough, so he didn't skimp at all.

Plus, the hundred-year-old ginseng...

The formula came from the Dragon Tiger Mountain tradition of the Immortal Continent, and the herbs worked together to enhance the medicinal effects.

Only Lin Yihang, who knew how to refine the herbs, could consume and refine them without any issues.

If Dong Qing had a bowl, she would definitely nosebleed, and it was possible she could die from it.

...

The rich medicinal soup, stewed for a long time, was thick and viscous.

Lin Yihang slurped it up, chewing and swallowing the herbs with his chopsticks. The chicken was already stewed to tenderness, even the bones were soft. Some of the medicinal effects had seeped into the chicken, and Lin Yihang didn't want to waste a bit, so he swallowed it all.

In the end, he finished the entire pot of medicinal soup, leaving not a drop. He wished he could lick the pot clean.

Feeling satisfied, Lin Yihang immediately returned to his bedroom, locked the door, drew the curtains, and sat cross-legged to meditate, palms facing the sky, and began to refine the medicinal soup in his stomach.

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Thank you to Xiao Shitou for playing the guitar (300 coins), Wushishi for reading a book (200 coins), and Meng Shui Piao Heng (100 coins) for your support.

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