Lady Lin's First-ever Journey to Immortality

Chapter 422 Treatment

Mr. Pang finally knows the thing between his brother-in-law and his lover.

At that time, Bao Honglai is ready to make a vengeful plan. Mr. Pang’s goal is actually Lin Luoran but he finds out the conflict in front of the villa.

He thinks about it and does not warn Bao Honglai not to provoke Lin Luoran. He just tells his sister.

Bao Honglai is then busy to take care of his own troubles. Lin Luoran is still waiting for him to come here one day so that she can finish the property transferring process. The man still hasn’t arrived. Ma Yiming’s accumulating revenge is like a punctured leaking balloon.

A week later, the Mas’ villa has totally changed. Mr. Pang does not get more information but Bao Honglai has comforted his wife. Mr. Pang doesn’t know how he can do it but his unwise brother-in-law obviously wants to revenge.

Because Mr. Pang does not receive any information, and he also wants to check Lin Luoran’s strength so he doesn’t stop him.

Lin Luoran doesn’t know a conspiracy against them is brewing. Even she knows it, she is too lazy to care about these so-called martial arts or spiritual masters as long as the federal government has no intention to eradicate the “fairy”—she has witnessed the so-called spiritual masters in the city defence. Those who could kill mutant monsters alone with spirit power were extraordinary. It is similar to spiritual mind but is still kind of different.

The residents in the high-end villa community occasionally peek at the Ma family villa.

People in the new era value privacy and this is a high-end villa community. They will basically not visit each other. Everyone feels that the landscape of the villa has changed overnight.

On the sidewalk of the pedestrian walkway near the villa, there are two large leafy trees in the yard. Their trunks are not huge but they are three-storey high, filled with yellow velvet flowers. They are not a remaining species of the earth in the new era. Maybe it is from the universe—what kind of fruit will it bear?

The stainless steel railings are covered with vines. Through the low-hanging lush branches, people can only vaguely see the red bricks of the villa’s outer wall. The villa’s yard and the house itself are well hidden.

If someone is lucky enough to be invited to the Mas’ house at this moment, even ordinary rich people will be surprised by the scene in the courtyard.

In a hundred-square-meter yard, there is a big tree with a swing. A set of table and seats made of stone is under the tree and there is a bunch of roses with some dewdrops in the corner which has not been completely eradicated.

Except for the gravel paths for people to walk, other places have all turned into vegetable fields.

Chili is a must. Now the three people who eat together all have the taste of the center of Chuan province in Huaxia. They all like spicy food. The center of Chuan province cuisine has a strong taste. A few garlic seedlings, coriander, chives and fennel leaves are all planted here. Some leeks look tender and cute. There are loofahs and white gourds on the big tree. Several cucumbers are planted by the branches on the corners of the wall. They are three inches long with some unwithered flowers.

Dark purple eggplants are shiny. There are several other cabbages. Dense black fungus grows in wet rotten wood. The entire yard of about a hundred square meters is filled with plants, leaving no space.

Early morning sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Ma Shuangshuang opens the door. There is some confusion in her eyes when she looks at the courtyard occasionally.

Not only will Outsiders feel strange. When she and her brother wake up overnight and see the new scene in the yard, their eyes also wide open and cannot utter a word.

Aunt Lin is really a mysterious person. They have this consensus and do not ask in detail wisely.

“Brother, what do we have this morning?”

Ma Shuangshuang takes a look at the kitchen. The white rice is always good. Aunt Lin said that light meals are best for breakfast. Therefore, she controls herself and let go of the idea that having white rice with braised pork every meal.

Hearing his sister’s question, Ma Yiming opens his eyes on the big bed. This is the room on the second floor with a sunny exposure where he lived when he was a child. It seems that since Aunt Lin’s visit, their lives have changed dramatically. He slept so deeply last night. He won’t wake up in the middle of the night because of the things buried in his heart.

Ma Yiming hears the sound of spatula downstairs and shouts loudly, “Shuangshuang, be careful! Hot oil may hurt your hand. You just drop it and I am coming.”

Ma Yiming turns over and gets out of bed immediately. He drives Ma Shuangshuang from the kitchen to the living room.

Sister controller Ma Yiming looks around the kitchen and also struggles about the braised pork as her sister. He finally looks at dumplings in the refrigerator. Isn’t it good to have dumplings for breakfast?

The water in the pot he puts before has not been boiled. The windbells hung on the iron gate in the yard are dancing.

Lin Luoran walks into the shade from the sunlight with two fishes in her hand. The fins tied by the reed grass are flicking. It looks like that she has just caught them.

Ma Shuangshuang stares at the fish suspiciously, “Aunt Lin, where did you buy them?”

Since the establishment of the Federation, clean water resources are scarce. Except for the Dongting City, the drinking water in other human gathering places must go through many purification procedures. Few places can afford to produce aquatic products. All things grown in water such as fish, shrimp and crab are all unbelievably expensive, just like fruit.

Ma Shuangshuang once saw living fish when she was a little girl but she has totally forgotten it. This is actually the first time she sees fish alive jumping around.

“I caught them in the lake to make fish porridge for you. Without the nutrition, you can’t build up your body.”

Lin Luoran throws the fish into the pool. Ma Yiming is stunned with a kitchen knife. He has always known that his new aunt doesn’t obey the federal laws and regulations. However, catching fish from Dongting Lake in broad daylight? How dare she!

They haven’t eaten aquatic products. Even it’s just simple porridge, they are afraid of destroying it. Ma Yiming kills the fish and Lin Luoran guts it herself. When Lin Luoran slices fish fillets, the fish fillets are thin without fish bones as the kitchen knife goes down. In Ma Yiming’s eyes, this is extraordinary knife skills but not making porridge.

When scent of the space rice porridge is drifting from the pot, Lin Luoran puts the finely cut mushrooms and ginger shreds into it. The fish fillets are the last to put into the pot. With a little green onion, the aroma is all over the room.

Because temperature is high, food ferments quickly. The jar of pickles two days ago is now ready. Ma Shuangshuang has two bowls of porridge with pickles and then remembers the fish head is missing. She asks curiously but Lin Luoran only smiles mysteriously.

“Fish head is also a delicious dish. Leave it for the noon.”

The food Aunt Lin thinks delicious will never fail them. Ma Shuangshuang swallows secretly and thinks she is hungrier and hungrier.

Can fish head also be a dish? What kind of dish?

The little girl is still thinking wildly. Lin Luoran puts down her bowl and says, “Shuangshuang, how about making clothes as entertainment after breakfast?”

Making clothes? Ma Shuangshuang’s eyes light up.

The new era tries to keep material thing as simple as possible. Besides, for the convenience of combat, both clothes of men and women are close-fitting. No one pays attention to clothes style. Ma Shuangshuang really admires Lin Luoran’s simple, elegant and retro dress.

“Can I also make clothes?” Ma Shuangshuang’s eyes darken. Because her brother has protected her so well, she can hardly do anything.

Lin Luoran nods certainly, “Can’t you knit some little stuff? Certainly, no problem. ”

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“Well, this wire almost doesn’t go through it. Stay focused.”

Ma Shuangshuang has some sweat on her forehead. She has to be highly concentrated and it makes her feel extremely tired.

Ma Yiming is practicing some boxing techniques. He sees his sister “fighting” with the old loom and feels speechless. Aunt Lin gets the wooden old-fashioned machine from nowhere…A manual loom. Maybe no one used it even before the new era. If someone knows it, it will definitely be sent to the Dongting City Museum!

He can feel the green silk threads are silky and cold. However, when can it be wove into cloth and then made into clothes?

If men are not gifted with doing these trivial matters by nature, Ma Yiming really wants to help his sister.

Ma Shuangshuang is still sweating even though she is in the shadow.

Lin Luoran makes the meal and asks her to take a shower first.

“Wooden barrel again, right? Aunt Lin.”

Lin Luoran nods and Ma Shuangshuang rushes back to the room happily. Aunt Lin is more attentive to her than her brother. She can understand her thoughts as a girl. Lin Luoran made a huge wooden bucket for her in the bathroom. Every time when she is tired of playing in the yard and returns to her room, there will be a bucket of special water. With a slight fragrance and petals floating on the water, Ma Shuangshuang even has a feeling that she is a princess in ancient times at some moment.

She goes upstairs happily. Lin Luoran spreads a layer of chopped green and red peppers on the surface of the fish head left in the morning. She then steams it on the stove in the kitchen.

Ma Yiming can’t help asking the question that has been hidden in his mind for a long time, “Aunt Lin… about treating Shuangshuang…”

Finally?

Lin Luoran doesn’t look back and just puts some medicine powder in the dishes. She says slowly, “When the clothes are ready, Shuangshuang’s diseases will almost be cured.”

Ma Yiming is kind of suspicious.

He doesn’t doubt Lin Luoran’s ability. However, the three of them just stay in the villa all day to eat and drink together. He never sees Lin Luoran treating his sister—is knitting cloth or taking a bath also a kind of treatment?