Translator: SJade, Editor: Dj22031
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The success of the Level 3 exam made Su Yemu instantly famous, and his fans soared from a few billion to more than 30 billion overnight. Such an explosion had never happened before in the Empire, not even in the Federation.
At the same time, Professor Li from the Department of History of the Royal College and Professor Carmen, a biologist, expressed their support for Su Yemu on the platform. Many people exclaimed that Su Yemu only knew how to cook, how could he let the history professor, and biology professor be optimistic about him?
Then, someone started to show the way to Su Yemu’s past videos, which involved many historical stories. Although everyone had listened to them as stories before, Professor Li now openly said that Su Yemu’s stories had historical reference value and could even be used as historical references. Connecting the missing parts in historical documents, how could such a knowledgeable person make a lie? It was just nonsense, extremely ridiculous.
As soon as this statement came out, it caused a shock in the academic world. In the middle of the night, a large group of professors came to Su Yemu’s live broadcast room and carefully watched all his videos one after another. When they saw the farm design, they burst into tears.
They were in a galaxy far away from the blue ball, pursuing high-tech development, but never forgot where they came from. History was not only history, but also the cradle of human civilisation.
At the same time, gourmet Esme threw the report on her boss’s desk: “Did you see that he was wrongly accused?”
The leader’s mood was complicated! This Su Yemu’s background was too great!
The boss smiled: “Esme! Get ready, give him a special report immediately, it’s best if you can interview him.”
Esme smiled coldly: “I quit.”
Then she turned and left.
Su Yemu’s interview must be done, but she was not willing to let Su Yemu make profits for such a company.
Su Yemu didn’t sleep peacefully that night. He sat in the forest and stared at He Yunting.
“Why did you appear in my dream?”
“Didn’t you promise that it was okay?”
“Dreams can also be controlled by you?”
He Yunting smiled, pulled Su Yemu up and walked out; the lush and vibrant forest atmosphere made him very comfortable, but when He Yunting led Su Yemu out of the forest, what he saw was the gloomy sky and the rough sea. The darkness seemed to be swallowing people up, and the aura made Su Yemu dislike it very much.
Su Yemu remembered that he had been here last time in his dream as well, and a man appeared at that time: “Where is this?”
“Deep in my sea of consciousness,” He Yunting said, “Didn’t you ask me why I came into your dream?”
Su Yemu nodded.
“Because you can soothe and purify it,” He Yunting said, “The source of my mental riot is this, but as long as I enter your dream, no, or you enter my dream, it can calm down.”
Su. Yemu didn’t understand: “Why?”
He Yunting shook his head and said, “I don’t know.”
Su Yemu sat down cross-legged, looked at the sea roaring like a ferocious beast, held up his chin, yawned, and rubbed his eyes: “Just looking at it like this? Don’t I have to do anything?”
He Yunting sat down next to Su Yemu: “No, you can go to sleep!”
Su Yemu narrowed his eyes, lowered his head, and put his hands in front of him, “Yeah.” With a sound, he fell asleep in a daze; but his head moved little by little, as if he was about to fall forward at any time.
He Yunting had no choice but to change his position and hold him in his arms: “Go to sleep!”
“No, no, you’re too old, I’ll crush you…”
The vague words could no longer be heard behind, but could be heard from the front. Clearly, He Yunting would rather never hear: He is getting older.
General Heka came to report to the marshal early in the morning, and all he saw was his fierce and gloomy expression; General Heka resisted the urge to run away and spoke bravely: “Marshal, Su Kai him…”
“Am I very old?”
“Tell the truth.”
General Heka was so frightened that he took two steps back and was about to cry: Marshal, do you know how terrifying the tone of your words is? Those who don’t know would think I am your enemy.
“How could it be? Marshal, you are in your prime, you are elegant and have extraordinary appearance…”
“That’s enough!”
He Yunting interrupted General Heka, pulled his hair, and stood up a little irritably; Su Yemu was underage, so he endured it, ready to protect him until he reached adulthood before confessing, but there was one problem that he had never thought about, that was, Su Yemu might think he was too old.
Seeing He Yunting’s brows furrow and his face full of resentment, General Heka said cautiously: “Marshal, what’s wrong with you? Tell me, maybe I can solve it for you.”
“Tai Xian, go collect evidence and dig out the person behind Su Kai.”
After saying these words, He Yunting walked into the bathroom with a gloomy aura.
When he got up in the morning, Su Yemu made fresh meat ravioli[1]. He first stewed the bones into soup as the soup base, and then used the pork front leg meat as the filling. Su Yemu raised the knife and was about to cut it when he saw He Yunting coming in and handed him the knife: “Chop it into pieces.”
He Yunting saw that Su Yemu looked calm and had no memory of yesterday’s dream. He was a little depressed and wanted to ask him about his age. Even though he had to speak out several times, he still swallowed his words.
He Yunting fiddled with the knife twice, and found it quite comfortable. He chopped it directly into a large piece of meat. With a ‘pop’ sound, the chopping board broke and the cooking table cracked.
He Yunting was startled and frowned: “Too weak.”
General Heka outside the kitchen: Well, the marshal is right, it must be the chopping board’s fault.
Su Yemu turned around, picked up the meat, looked at the cutting board and the cooking table, and murmured: “Is this combat spiritual power? It’s so awesome!”
“It’s just so so…”
“But, I will not ask you to chop meat.”
Su Yemu sighed, took the knife in He Yunting’s hand, and began to show him how to chop the meat into small pieces first, and then chop it again. The strength must be controlled.
Su Yemu only cut a little bit. After finishing speaking, he turned around and saw He Yunting still frowning. He said helplessly: “Forget it, you haven’t done it either. I’ll do it myself!”
Today Su Yemu also made a share for the guards outside. Yes, the portion was a bit big, otherwise he wouldn’t have asked He Yunting to help chop the meat.
“I’ll do it!” He Yunting blocked Su Yemu’s stretched out hand: “I can do it.”
“Really?”
“Yes!”
He Yunting responded, imitating Su Yemu’s example of pressing the meat with one hand and carefully slicing the meat with the other, his body stiff. Su Yemu could hardly stand it anymore.
General Heka outside the kitchen opened his mouth so much that he almost stuffed an egg into it. The marshal went to the kitchen? It was so surprising, he even took a photo to surprise General Allen.
The terminal was opened, but He Yunting raised his head at this time, and his eyes were like ice knives. General Heka quickly put his hands behind his back, chuckled at He Yunting, scratched his head and pretended to be stupid.
He Yunting turned around and continued to cut the meat, but almost cut his hand a few times. Su Yemu next to him looked horrified: “How about I do it?”
“No need.”
He Yunting got into a fight with it.
General Heka secretly laughed and secretly sent a message to Allen to tell the story. The final conclusion was: “Forget about the marshal being accused of being too old. If he can’t even cut meat, how can he catch him?”
General Allen: “You’re going to have an ugly death.”
“General Heka, get out, do a thousand push-ups.”
General Heka: “Allen, you crow mouth.”
Su Yemu kneaded the dough three times, then thinned it, cut it into small square pieces and wrapped it; but when Su Yemu turned around, He Yunting was still slicing the meat, so Su Yemu could only chop the onions and cucumbers first and set them aside. Looking back, He Yunting was still slicing meat.
His body was stiff, his expression was cold, and his eyes were fierce. If you didn’t look at his hands, you would have thought he was directing a war on the battlefield!
“I’ll cut it, you chop it!” Su Yemu picked up the knife and wanted to join in, but saw He Yunting pressing the piece of meat with his hand, with a stubborn look on his face, Su Yemu had to say softly: “There is too much meat, alone you can’t finish cutting it.”
“I can.”
“I have to take the exam later, and I don’t have time.”
The two of them each held up a knife, scaring Erha who rushed in and almost screamed. The master looked serious and Grandpa looked fierce, were they planning to kill each other?
Erha rushed to the middle in an instant, stopped in front of He Yunting, and stammered: “You, don’t do anything! You are a spiritual warrior, you can kill the master with one finger, you have to think carefully and not be impulsive.”
When Su Yemu heard Erha’s words, he thought deeply and touched his neck; He Yunting’s eyes turned cold, he picked up Erha’s collar and threw him out without saying a word.
“Change it!”
Su Yemu: Not convinced?
The two of them changed positions. He Yunting pulled the sliced meat to another cutting board, raised the knife, and it was scrapped again.
Glancing at Su Yemu, seeing that he didn’t respond, he breathed a sigh of relief and ‘pop’ it was another piece.
Su Yemu, who was cutting meat, used a lot of self-control not to turn his head and look. There was no other way. Marshal He’s self-esteem was a bit strong, which could be seen from his unwillingness to give up on cutting meat.
Su Yemu moved very quickly, and not only had the meat been cut, but also chopped. At this time, He Yunting had just chopped his portion, but that area was a bit miserable.
Su Yemu smiled and said: “Not bad!”
He Yunting’s face finally warmed up after being cold all morning, and he smiled and said: “Well, I just need to practice.”
He Yunting felt that his chopped meat was not bad.
As a chef, Erha: Master, you are telling lies with your eyes open. It is obvious that one piece of meat is big and another is small.
Su Yemu put the minced meat together and chopped it again, adding the cucumbers, green onions and other seasonings that had been prepared before and stirred. He Yunting washed his hands, walked out of the kitchen, and answered the communication from the Chief of Staff: “Buy me another hundred cutting boards.”
The chief of staff asked cautiously: “Didn’t you just buy ten?”
He Yunting: “It’s all used up.”
Su Yemu made wontons very quickly, one every two to three seconds, and Erha from behind ran in to help, it was finished very fast.
After the water boiled, he put the ravioli in the pot and it would have been cooked when it floated to the top.
When the ravioli was tumbling in the water, you could see the tender red and emerald-green fillings through the thin skin. When you bite into it, the skin was very thin and the meat tasted smooth. The bone soup base was delicious. As soon as it was cooked, the aroma drifted outside the house, attracting a crowd, until even the guards stretched out their necks.
Guard A sniffed: “It smells so good. I want to eat it. What do you think the marshal’s wife cooked?”
Guard B swallowed his saliva: “Don’t think about it. If you try to take food from the marshal’s mouth, you will be killed.”
Guard C stretched out, he came forward and asked: “Why is it the marshal’s wife? Maybe he is the marshal’s husband?”
A group of guards looked at C as if seeing a ghost, in disbelief: “Are you crazy?”
The scent became stronger and stronger, and a group of guards looked up from guard C’s head, trying hard to inhale the fragrance, not to eat, but to smell it, etc. Everyone turned their heads and saw the butler robot appearing with a big pot and bowl.
The butler robot said: “This is for you.”
“It smells really good. It’s indeed Madam’s craftsmanship. I’ll do it.” Guard A stretched out his hand to take it, but then froze when he heard the next words of the butler robot.
“Mr. Su asked the marshal to chop the stuffing, so the marshal also has a share.”
The butler robot was very fair. The guards were shocked. Looking at the pot of ravioli, they seemed to see the holy light, and they all thought: Madam is powerful!
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