How about holding billions of wealth and supreme power? I can control your life.

Xuan Mei had always been special. Her special ability to read and control the minds of every living thing around has been harm to her than to work as her advantage. Her past had been filled with sorrows because of her powers. Now she wants go back to her past and gain happiness though it may be too hard. It has been a long time since Xuan Mei had come across someone from her past. 

Will she become happy and get her life on track or will she have to go back to how she lived before.


In the morning, Zhang Zian opened his eyes and glanced around the bedroom as usual. The elfins were sleeping. He turned over and had planned to get more sleep. It was early, and dark and cold outside. A strong wind was blowing. 
But after lying for a while, he fully woke up. Something was wrong. After careful thinking, it seemed that Pi was missing.　
He sat up in bed, and searched carefully with the night lamp of Famous. The chair given to Pi as a temporary bed was empty. Pi was gone.
Did it go to the bathroom?　　
Zhang Zian turned his head, but didn't see any light beneath the bathroom door. So it was not in the bathroom. He hit his head. Pi was an imaginative elfin, why would it need a bathroom? He must have been confused after sleeping.　 
Tap, Tap, Tap!　　
A slight keyboard tapping sound came from the living room. Zhang Zian put on a jacket, passed by the sleeping and kicking Famous, walked over quietly, and saw the back of Pi.　　
It sat on the floor in front of the coffee table. The light from the laptop screen drew out its fuzzy shape. The nameless book was next to the laptop.　　
Pi was short. It was not comfortable after using the computer on the couch for a long time, so it crossed its legs and sat on the floor. Luckily, there was a carpet near the coffee table and the floor was not too cold.　　
A new Word document was created on the computer, with lines and lines of numbers. Needless to say, it was good old Pi. Mixed in with the numbers were some meaningless English letters. Maybe it was practicing how to type. 　 
The pince-nez was clipped on its nose, and the light from the screen was reflected on the thin lenses. Looking from one side, the lenses seemed to be without power, as there were no circles of the prescription lenses.　　
Pi was a slow typist. Sometimes it couldn't remember the location of a certain key, and its finger stayed above the keyboard for a long time. Even so, it didn't use two fingers to make the typing easier. In order not to disturb the elfins' sleep, Pi was gentle in every movement on purpose.　　


After hearing Zhang Zian's footsteps, it turned its head and grinned at him silently.　　
Zhang Zian pointed at the desk, then picked up the laptop and put it on the desk. He then adjusted the chair to the maximum height, and added a cushion. He asked Pi to sit in the swivel chair, then took another chair next to it for himself.　
The height was perfect. Pi was sitting in it comfortably. It pointed at the screen to show something to Zhang Zian. It typed in English: "I want to learn Chinese."　　
This line of English words were typed among a string of numbers. Yet compared to the time at the library, the numbers were much fewer. Although it was still awkward to read, it was less tiresome for the eyes.　　
Learning Chinese?　　
Zhang Zian stopped for a moment, extended his arms, and replied by typing in English: "Why?"　　
Pi clearly wanted to learn to type in Chinese.  It was much harder than speaking and reading Chinese. For a westerner, switching from an alphabetical Indo-European language to a pictograph Sino-Tibetan language was extremely difficult to do.　 
Pi typed on the screen: "Because Chinese is everywhere."　　
It pointed to the functional buttons in Word, then at the variety of books on the desk. Both the words on the buttons and on the book ridges were Chinese, with very few in English.　　
If Pi wanted to live a long time in the pet shop, or in China, it would be very difficult and inconvenient if it didn't know Chinese at all.　　
Zhang Zian nodded and typed: "I get it. How do you plan to learn? Can you learn from your book?"　　
Pi shook its head and typed: "There is no Chinese in the book."　
Zhang Zian thought the book contained everything in the world. He was surprised to find out about this.　
Pi noticed Zhang Zian's confusion, then typed: "The book is full of knowledge."　
All right. He finally knew something about this book. It was a book about life, universe and everything. But maybe it was written in English without any Chinese. So Pi couldn't use it as a textbook for Chinese. 

Zhang Zian thought about it and typed: "You don't know Chinese, but you can understand me talking?"　　
Pi responded: "I know Pinyin. I can hear."　
What the heck? The book had Pinyin but no Chinese characters?　　
Zhang Zian encouraged it: "If you know Pinyin, it will be fast to learn Chinese. I can help you."　　
Pi cheered up and typed: "Thank you. The book taught about how to learn Chinese fast."　　
Next, Zhang Zian found a lot of free Chinese lessons online, and asked Pi to study with the videos.　
Pi was very focused when studying. It could stare at the screen and sit in front of the computer for hours, while referring to the nameless book with the videos. Zhang Zian had to remind it to get up and move around. Only then it would stand up.　 
After the pet shop business, Zhang Zian played hide-and-seek with Galaxy, finished the daily training with Zhan Tian and Famous in the green field, and spent most of the remaining time with Pi, offering help. For instance, choosing an easy-to-use Chinese input software for it was how he helped. 　 
Maybe because it knew Pinyin already, or the learning methods in the nameless book were very effective, or the Chinese input software was intelligent, that a sentence could be accurately entered by typing the first letter of each word. Or maybe it was because Pi was an elfin born of Strength of Faith. It was impossible to predict it with common sense. Anyway, Pi was learning Chinese extremely fast and progressing at a miraculous speed. It was able to type some simple Chinese sentences within a day. By the second day, it was able to express itself in Chinese, although there were numbers and wrong characters mixed in the sentences, and some grammatical errors that would make people laugh. But it was making solid progress. 
The grammatical issues were hard to solve, as the Chinese grammar was too complicated. When the same word was placed in different places within a sentence, the meaning of the entire sentence could be completely different. Also, identical sentences could have completely different meanings depending on the context. 　 
Zhang Zian found some old newspapers for Pi and asked it to type out the news from them. The newspaper wording was very formal, clear and coherent. After mastering the written language, it would not be too hard to study the spoken language then.　　

Pi was tireless once it started studying. It could not leave the pet shop, and Zhang Zian was the only person it had contact with. Unfortunately, Zhang Zian often needed to tend to the customers during the day, and could not stay around it all the time.　　
When learning a language, the most important thing was to immerse oneself in the language through the daily conversations and interactions. Unlike the other elfins, Pi could not speak, and nobody else was able to communicate with it except Zhang Zian. Pi's progress in learning Chinese soon hit a bottleneck. For the same reason, Pi felt lonely, and often appeared low-spirited.　 
Zhang Zian noticed the same. But he couldn't duplicate himself. He had to handle the customers as well the elfins, which didn't leave him much time with Pi.　
He wanted to find a way to make Pi less lonely.　　



1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

Qin Haodong smiled coldly. "Do you think we are in the former dynasty? Foreigners are superior to Chinese people? In my eyes, there is only bet, no joke. Whether Chinese or people of M country, if they lose, they should keep the wager."
 
Nalan Wufeng cried. "No way, Mr. James is an expert of the World Medical Association. How could he kneel down to you and formally acknowledge you as his teacher…"
 
 
"Expert? Do you think he can be an expert in front of me? In my opinion, his medical skills are worthless!"
 
Nalan Wufeng still wanted to say something, but James suddenly knelt down in front of Qin Haodong and excitedly said, "Teacher, you're right. In front of the magic of traditional Chinese medical science, my medical skills are nothing. I want to ask you as my teacher, I want to learn the magic of traditional Chinese medical science from you!"
 
Then, he put his palms together and began to kowtow.
 
"Come on. What's going on?"
 
Qin Haodong was also somewhat confused by James's sudden change. Shouldn't this bearded foreigner deny his bet to save his face? Shouldn't he feel wronged even if he keeps his wager? Why he looked like that he had picked up a treasure now?
 
"Besides, what is he doing? It's not like he is kowtowing to a teacher but like bowing to the Buddha with his palms putting together devoutly."
 
 
They didn't know where James had learned how to kowtow. He bowed to Qin Haodong and kowtowed three times.
 
Although he was arrogant in his daily life, he did had a real capability, and he was really obsessed with medical skill. Today, when he saw the magical medical skills of Qin Haodong, he was completely convinced, so he immediately knelt and kowtowed to acknowledge Qin Haodong as his teacher willingly.
 
"Master, please accept me. I want to learn magical traditional Chinese medical science, I want to learn medical skills from you…"
 
James said with an earnest look.
 
Qin Haodong was embarrassed, the plot should not be like this. The reason why he bet to let James kneel and kowtow to acknowledge he as the teacher was to save the face of the declining traditional Chinese medical science, but he never thought to teach this foreigner medical skills.
 
Now as James was asking him to be his teacher, Qin Haodong still didn't know what to do for a while.
 
 
Seeing Qin Haodong didn't reply, James said eagerly, "Teacher, I really want to learn medical skills from you. You can rest assured that I can bear hardships. Come on. Prick me with needles, I'm sure I can bear it!"
 
"What is going on?" Qin Haodong felt that 10,000 South American alpacas ran through his heart and were frisked. "This foreigner's words are so weird that he said that in a way that implicates burning candle wax and other tools. Am I that kind of person?"
 
Others were also stunned on the spot. Especially Nalan Wufeng, who wanted to help James find a way to deny the bet, was astonished to fall his eyes to the ground. He didn't expect that the foreigner was emulative to kneel down and acknowledge Qin Haodong as his teacher.
 
"Stand up!" Qin Haodong thought for a moment and said, "I'll take you a registered student first, but if you want to learn Chinese medicine, you must first learn Chinese well. When you learn the Chinese language well, then come to me to learn medical skills!"
 
 
The reason why Qin Haodong just proposed to take James as his student was to borrow his fame to improve the status of traditional Chinese medical science. He knew that traditional Chinese medical science was declining, and he wanted to improve its fame and status. Now the authority of the World Medical Association acknowledged a Chinese doctor as his teacher, which would inevitably cause a great sensation in the medical community.
 
"Teacher, my wife is a Chinese. We talk in Chinese In everyday life. So my Chinese is very good. I can learn now."
 
James stood up from the ground, but still looked eager.
 
"Well… " Qin Haodong realized that no wonder the bearded foreigner spoke Chinese well. He had married a Chinese woman.
 
"Do you know what is Yin-Yang? What are the Five Elements?
 
"What kind of sheep is Yin-Yang? Is it a special species of China?" James asked with a dull face. Obviously, he could only use daily Chinese language and knew nothing about Chinese culture.
 
"Go back and learn Chinese from your wife. When you understand Yin-Yang and Five Elements, you can learn traditional Chinese medical science." "Don't forget your promise," said Qin Haodong seriously, "Go back and apologize quickly to traditional Chinese medical science in a world-class media."
 
"Teacher, when I learn Chinese well and find out what Ying-Yang is, I will come to you to learn traditional Chinese medical science." James' original arrogance had disappeared. At this time, he said respectfully, "Teacher, you can rest assured that I will fulfill my promise as soon as I return to M Country. We must let more people realize what traditional Chinese medical science is and let them know the magic of it."
 
Then, he turned to Nalan Wufeng and said, "Mr. Nalan, send me back quickly. I'm going to find those who slander traditional Chinese medical science to square accounts. It's damn they should call such magic medical science a cheat!"
 
 
Nalan Wufeng was depressed for a while. He did not expect that the world-famous expert he had paid a lot of money for had not cured his Grandpa's illness, but had become Qin Haodong's student.
 
But things what happened couldn't be changed. He took out a car key with a Lamborghini logo and said to Nalan Jie, "Grandpa, I sent Mr. James home. It's my Wuxia sister's birthday a few days later. I bought a car for her as a gift. Let me put it in your place first."
 
Nalan Wushuang now realized that the Lamborghini was a birthday gift for her cousin Nalan Wuxia, the daughter of their uncle Nalan Hongfei. He must want to curry favor with his uncle by giving such a valuable gift.
 
Then Nalan Wufeng put the car key on the tea table next to him, and then left with the James and his assistants.
 
After they left, Nalan Jie asked even the health care nurses and security guards out, and again respectfully said, "Young magic doctor, you saved my life, and from now on you are we Nalan family's great benefactor!"
 
"Never mind!" Qin Haodong nodded slightly and said, "The blocked meridians in your lungs have been dredged, but don't practice cultivation skill anymore. The attribute cultivation skill of your family is cold. If you practice further, it will continue to hurt this part of meridians!"
 
Nalan Jie's face changed. He had practiced this cultivation skill for many years. He had reached the realm of small success. It was really unwilling to give up. Whoever once been accustomed to possessing power beyond ordinary people, he would be painful when he lost it all of a sudden.
 
Qin Haodong looked at Nalan Wushuang and said, "There is indeed something wrong with your family's inner cultivation skill. You should not practice it anymore, or you will never be a mother in your life."
 
Nalan Wushuang's look changed. She was infatuated with martial arts since childhood, so she pestered her Grandpa to teach her how to practice this skill, but as a woman, she also didn't want to lose the right to be a mother.
 
 
Nalan Jie said eagerly, "Young magic doctor, I know you are a very capable person, can you consider ways of that? We Nalan family shall never forget your great kindness!"
 
Although Nalan Wushuang didn't speak, she also looked eagerly at Qin Haodong.
 
"Well… " Qin Haodong hesitated for a moment. He felt that Nalan Jie and his granddaughter were really good people. He said, "Well, let me have a look at your cultivation skill."
 
Seeing that Qin Haodong promised to help, Nalan Jie immediately sat cross-legged and began to practice the Nalan family's cultivation skill with a happy expression.
 
About half an hour later, Nalan Jie had run his Genuine Qi for a circle. Qin Haodong basically looked through where the problem was. No wonder this cultivation skill could do so much harm to the human body , it had too many weak points.
 
"Well, stop!" He said to Nalan Jie, "Your family's cultivation skill is defective!"
 
Nalan Jie said, "There are indeed defects, our ancestors have mentioned that, but it is very rare to have a set of inner cultivation skill, we didn't consider so much."
 
Because of this, when our Nalan family's descendants did not like to practice martial arts, I did not force them. Only Wushuang and Wuxia two girls liked to play with spears and sticks from their childhood, and asked me to teach them. So I gave this cultivation skill to them.
 
Qin Haodong said, "Well, I just saw a total of 18 defects in your family's skill. I'll help you revise them, and then when you practice them, there will be no problem!"
 
"What? You want to modify the cultivation skill of our Nalan family? Who are you? Are you a master of martial arts?"
 
Nalan Wushuang said with an unconvinced expression. Although she knew that Qin Haodong's medical skill was amazing, it was not a medical practice to modify the cultivation skill. All that could create the cultivation skill were masters in their generations. Although the skill of Nalan family was not so good and there were some defects, but it could not be changed by anyone who said he could.
 
Moreover, the inner cultivation skill was very important. A little carelessness would lead to irreparable damage, which was related to the practicer's life.
 
Qin Haodong smiled. He was one of the five emperors in the Cultivation World. His knowledge was far beyond ordinary people's imagination. It was as simple as drinking water to revise such a low-level version of cultivation skill.
 
However, this kind of thing depended on fate. If the Nalan family trusted him, he would give directions to them. If they did not believe him, it would be all right. Anyway, he just cured Nalan Jie and repaid the 100-year-old blood ginseng.
 
Because of this, he did not speak, but looked at Nalan Jie silently.
 
Nalan Jie hesitated for a moment, and quickly said, "Please take the trouble to help us!"
 
 
Seeing that the old man had chosen to believe in himself so quickly, Qin Haodong nodded slightly in his heart. Nalan Jie was deserved to be called the head of Nalan's family, he was knowledgeable and decisive.
 
Nalan Wushuang said anxiously, "Grandpa, How do we do this? What if he makes a mess of it?"
 
Nalan Jie smiled freely. "There's nothing to be afraid of. I was given this life by this little magic doctor, and I won't lose even if I throw it away again. Besides, I believe that the little magic doctor can certainly create miracles."
 
Then, he turned to Qin Haodong and said, "Little magic doctor, would you please help me this old man to get through this, the whole Nalan family will have a great reward for you!"
 
Qin Haodong was less solemn than them two. He said lightly, "Re-cultivate it, and change the route of cultivation according to what I said."
 
Nalan Jie sat cross-legged again and began to practice his family's cultivation skill.
 
A moment later, Qin Haodong said, "Run your Genuine Qi from the Jinmen acupoint to Gall bladder Meridian and make a detour on Sevencunyangjiao acupoint…"
 
This way of running Genuine QI was quite different from that of the Nalan family. However, since he chose to believe in Qin Haodong, Nalanjie did not hesitate to change the route of Genuine Qi.
 
Quickly, he realized that Qin Haodong was right. After changing the route, the old sense of cold and gloomy did not rise from his dantian. On the contrary, he felt very comfortable.
 
This change made Nalan Jie more confident in Qin Haodong, and he changed his route of the rest 17 defects completely according to Qin Haodong's instructions.
 
After running a large circle of vital energy, he ran twice in accordance with the new line again. He felt not only the Qi of cold and gloomy disappeared, but also the Genuine Qi became more and more thick and pure. Suddenly, there was a click inside him. He had broken through!

Tang Long was brought to the Immortal Cultivation World by an immortal who noticed his affinity to wood and cultivation.

Relying on his amazing talent, became one of the five emperors of that world.

He failed his Heavenly Tribulation and had his soul scattered into pieces but one part found its way to Qin Haodong on Earth.

With his excellent medical skills, he became a divine doctor of traditional Chinese medicine and encountered the baby girl he made before going into the Cultivation World, whose mother was as pretty as a fairy. The little girl even asked him to find more lovers. What a cute girl…


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Note: nothing here belongs to me including the cover and all the credits go to their respective owners.
Author:

Chao Shuang Hei Pi, 超爽黑啤

Lu Zhou asked Assistant Zhao to make him another cup of coffee. He spent the next hour quietly listening to Luo Wenxuan's experience at CERN over the past two months.
"The design of the lunar hadron collider is mainly done by the Chinese Academy of Sciences Institute of High Energy Physics and the Institute of Space Engineering. However, the Chinese research institutes don't have any experience on hadron colliders, so we contacted CERN…"
Theoretical research fields had very little confidentiality. Whenever CERN had too much data on their hands, they would often hand the data to other research institutes around the world. This was how the Internet was born. Even though there was some competitiveness when it came to groundbreaking research results, research institutes often came to an agreement.
After the Europeans heard that China planned on building a lunar hadron collider, they were even more enthusiastic than the Chinese themselves. They sent their best LHCb and ALICE detector engineers to Beijing. Then they gave the Chinese Academy of Sciences Institute of High Energy Physics ten research visitor spots.
Of course, this wasn't all free.
The reason why CERN was so eager to help was that they hoped to cooperate with China in particle physics research. After the lunar hadron collider was built, more than half of the world's high energy physics experiments would be conducted in space. Hypotheses that weren't verifiable before could now be tested in space.
Out of all of the scholars from the Institute of High Energy Physics, Luo Wenxuan worked at CERN for the longest. Naturally, he was selected as the leader of the Chinese research visitor group.
After spending two months at CERN, he had a lot to say.
"Edward Witten hasn't been there for a long time. I've asked the people in charge at CERN. Apparently, he left his CERN office and mainly works at Princeton now.
"It's not just Witten, a lot of other knowledgeable old professors are gone too. I walked around the lecture buildings and didn't recognize any of the professors."
Luo Wenxuan looked at the vapor rising from the coffee cup, and he sighed with a hint of sadness.
He wanted to see his old friends at CERN, but most of them were gone. They were either too old to keep working, went into another industry, or went to another research institute.
"That's how CERN is like, people in the theoretical physics field will work there at least once in their life, but no one knows where they could end up," Lu Zhou said. He grabbed his coffee cup and said, "It's just like theoretical physics itself, new things come in and old things leave."
"Let's not talk about this sad topic." Luo Wenxuan smiled and shook his head. He said, "Speaking of which, I found something interesting over the past two months."
Lu Zhou said, "What?"
Luo Wenxuan: "Do you remember? The big names at CERN like to learn French as a hobby." 
Lu Zhou smiled and nodded.
"I recall something like that."
CERN was a place of the brightest minds in the world. Whenever someone placed a group of smart people together, there would always be competition.
They obviously couldn't compete in mathematics or physics. After all, they were all at the top of their fields. Also, it wasn't like they could compare their research results against one another; it would be like comparing apples with oranges.
However, if someone could learn a language in a month or even a week or two, that would undoubtedly prove someone's intelligence above others.
This might sound unbelievable, but the big names in physics who worked at CERN could often go from being totally clueless about French to being able to converse in French in just a couple weeks.
Not to mention that half of CERN's facilities were located in France. Therefore learning French and holding lectures in French was one of their favorite "hobbies".
When Lu Zhou first visited CERN, he didn't participate in this unique hobby. He heard about it from the other professors who worked there.
For example, Frank Wilczek once bragged to Lu Zhou that he was able to learn French in two weeks…
"It seems like the situation has changed." Luo Wenxuan smiled and said, "Learning French is out of style now. It seems like, the new way of bragging about one's intelligence is to learn Chinese."
"Learn Chinese?"
"That's right." Luo Wenxuan smiled and said, "Apparently, the official language of the Moon Palace is Chinese and that the Moon Palace research results posted online are also in Chinese. As you know, translating theoretical physics in Google is an absolute disaster. This forced many scholars to start learning Chinese."
"… How unfortunate."
Lu Zhou smiled and awkwardly rubbed his nose.
It seemed like this was his fault.
Even though there was no strict rule that the Moon Palace-produced theses had to be in Chinese, the observational data published and the experimental results published on the Moon Palace website were all in Chinese.
This made life much more difficult for international scholars…
However, China was the one that built the Moon Palace, so they had the right to publish in their native language.
In some sense, this was a power move.
English was a necessary skill for scientific researchers to master. However, improving the influence of one's native tongue in the academic world was also a scholar's responsibility.
If everything went well, the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the Moon Palace would set up an independent journal to only publish research results from the Moon Palace.
By then, not only would the research data be in Chinese, even the journals would be in Chinese as well.
"Speaking of which, even though I didn't see my own friends at CERN, I saw your friend."
Lu Zhou: "Mine?"
"Professor Frank Wilczek." Luo Wenxuan shrugged and smiled. He said, "He told me to ask you; how's your research on the 750 GeV signal going? CERN did another experiment and didn't even find a 1 sigma signal."
Lu Zhou smiled and said, "Tell him next time, that after the lunar hadron collider is complete, I'll give him an answer…"
Luo Wenxuan smiled and said, "Oh, really now? I'm looking forward to it then."


After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight. 
  
A Master's degree? Easy. 
  
PhD? Not a problem.   
  
From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.   

"System, can points be exchanged for money?"
  
"No."
  
"F**k, what use are you then!?"
  
"This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?"

The author : A man living in 3.09 dimension
14.Cultural blending
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In the afternoon, the old Taoist made a mysterious coffee, and then he went to find Jack. Jack asked, how long does this last? 
 
The old Taoist told him: water is the source of life, drink as much as possible. After that, the Taoist priest drank himself, so Jack had to do it.
 
What our family wants to train children to learn are: medicine, divination, geomancy, physiognomy. Medicine and martial arts are inseparable. Ancient Chinese martial arts are based on fitness, but they don't pay attention to muscles. Said the old Taoist: We pursue nature, that is to follow the law of life. First of all, respect for teachers, which is a bit like religious doctrine. The second is to do good and accumulate virtue.
 
Jack was stunned. He said: I have to learn so many things. I am not smart. I have no interest in too difficult things, and I have no patience.
 
We used to study western civilization very hard, but after comparison, we found some disadvantages. First of all, injection and medication can do a lot of harm to children's intelligence. Said old Taoist.
...
Drinking more of this soup can improve your concentration and concentration. The old Taoist said: Chinese culture comes from the magic cube of the universe, so many principles are related. You just need to know, you don't need to learn. There is also a part of the knowledge contained in the Chinese language and habits.
 
The magic cube of the universe is really mysterious! Said Jack.
 
Just as religion is derived from human thinking about God, and Chinese people are created by God. When God left, he handed over the magic cube of the universe to the Chinese people. The old Taoist said: The magic cube of the universe is like a game manual, so the Chinese have a unique belief. Westerners are ordinary players. In their eyes, the Chinese are not scientific. 
 
Do you mean the west is backward? Said Jack.
 
Western technology is still ahead of us, and we still have a lot to learn from the West. God's wish is that Chinese and Western civilizations can blend with each other, which is the well-being of mankind. Said old Taoist.
 
What is the Chinese belief? Said Jack.
 
Do you know Zheng He's voyages? Zheng He believes in at least three religions. Some Chinese have no religious beliefs, others have multiple religious beliefs. The old Taoist said: Our beliefs are Chinese culture, our language, our ancestors and our compatriots. No matter what nationality you are, as long as you identify with Chinese culture, you are our compatriots.
 
Is it OK if I'm not Chinese? What am I going to do? Said Jack.
 
The old Taoist nodded and said: you should learn Chinese martial arts first now, and I will teach you the rest later.

Hello! Do you have any trouble recently? This is a magic novel, as long as you read it, your troubles have 90% chance to solve!

"So, which head chef did you like best?"
That was the first question June asked Min-joon, who just came back after visiting all the branches of Rose Island. He hesitated for a moment. There were only two candidates that came to his mind, namely Dave and Daisy. However, he already knew who he liked better, given the choice.
"Chef Dave."
"I thought you would choose him, too."
"Well, the more I knew about him, the more surprised I was."
"Yeah, that's why I liked him."
"Chef Dave is strong."
He looked at her at that moment. It looked like she wanted to praise him, then she even said something he could not bring himself to mention.
"Yeah, he must be strong compared to me."
But he didn't say yes because his silence alone was already a great answer. Although she expected it, she felt a bit bitter when he confirmed what she expected. 
'Dave, you are still ahead of me.'
She had shown all her cooking skills to Min-joon, but Dave captured his heart by showing him his dishes only once. To be honest, she found it a bit absurd. No matter how much she wanted to avoid it, she could not. It was hard for her to even imitate his talent.
"Didn't you wish you wanted to work for Dave, not me? I guess you might have felt some regrets you didn't."
Having said that, she felt ashamed. As someone who was already over 40, she should have refrained from having said that to him. She felt she was jealous of Dave in this situation.
But she already spoke out. She looked at Min-joon with some expectations and fear because he would tell a lie, given his personality. He would speak from the heart.
"Yeah, you're right. I wish I could because I also wanted to learn Chef Dave's cooking."
"Oh, I see…"
"But that doesn't mean I regret choosing you, Chef June," he said quietly. "Well, I may have grown big enough to feel Chef Dave's dishes were great because I worked for you. Chef Dave may be great as a chef, but not as a teacher. That's the only downside of cooking when you cook guided by your senses. You can't teach your senses to others because that's literally senses."
"I don't know if I should be happy about what you said."
"Maybe I might want to learn his senses, too."
Min-joon thought he might be able to imitate Dave's dishes while watching him cooking. He thought he could learn it, hoping to cultivate the kind of senses Dave had, just like he coveted Kaya's senses. After all, however, such a day would never come to him because that was not what he really wanted, and that was not his own.
He continued, "I would rather learn what I really can instead of being lured by what I can't learn. In other words, I want to learn right beside you and…"
His eyes were twinkling with some sort of determination.
"I'll help you win, Chef June."
"Me?"
"You said the fastest way to get what you don't have is to make the one who has it your friend or let my friend get something. So I'm going to do that. By helping you win the upcoming competition…"
He paused for a moment then continued, "I want to surpass his cooking abilities."

***
After he passionately told June about his impressions about Chef Dave, the one that occupied Min-joon's mind since his return to New York was Chef Daisy, the head chef of Rose Island's Beijing Branch. More precisely, it was Daisy's Chinese cooking. 
'Chinese people eat everything except for a desk with legs.'
The reason why he was so impressed by her words was because of her various cooking methods befitting what she said. In fact, it would be more accurate to say that Daisy, not Chinese cooking, was creative.
In fact, it didn't really matter to argue who was more creative. The important thing was that Daisy's dishes kept bothering him. So, he had no choice but to visit and annoy a chef specializing in Chinese cooking, whom he knew well.
"I don't know!" Chloe said like a sourpuss. "Even though I make some Chinese dishes, they're not authentic Chinese cuisine. Mine is American style!"
"Isn't there any overlap between your Chinese cooking and Daisy's? For example, spices. I want to know more about how to use them."
"I really don't know well. I just followed the recipes my mom used. I didn't learn it formally."
"Yeah, you're right…"
He bowed his head as if he was disappointed. Chloe wanted to make him smile, but she couldn't. At first, when he asked her about the Chinese cuisine, she responded to each of his questions kindly, but as time passed, he asked more difficult questions. For example, he asked her why the different spices clashed in Chinese food. Especially when he brought up the topic about the Chinese style of cooking and recipes that she had never heard of, she felt like she was learning from him about Chinese cooking. 
"Where did you learn about Chinese cooking so much?"
"On the internet."
"Yeah, we live in the information age anyway." She shook her head.
Then she smiled, messing with his hair.
"Then can I introduce you to a teacher?"
"Who?"
"The chef who taught me Chinese cooking."
Min-joon opened his eyes wide and asked, "Your mom?"

***
"I heard you developed a new recipe, right?"
Downey asked Min-joon as if he was surprised. Actually, he didn't announce his new recipes for a long time after he came back to New York, not to mention before he left New York. In fact, it was not because he didn't develop any new recipes, but because he didn't have any satisfactory ones.
Downey knew what kind of recipe he was usually looking for. To make a long story short, Min-joon was looking for the recipe with which he could make his own signature dish. He was aiming for the type of dish that would make people conclude it was special. Just like the Cho Reggiano dessert.
"Yeah. I'm going to show it to Chef June now. Would you like to help me?"
"Sure."
Aside from repaying Min-joon, Downey learned a lot while helping Min-joon cook right beside him, for his cooking was different in almost everything including his way of managing the kitchen staff and feeling the finished dishes. Of course, it would be impossible for Downey to absorb his way of cooking, but at least, he would be able to realize something while watching Min-joon cooking.
What Min-joon asked him first was to mix soy sauce, coriander stalks, and five spices to ripen. After their tastes were well mixed, he still waited for the seasoning to seep in by putting in the scallops that were cut into a disc shape properly. Of course, it didn't mean he didn't do anything while waiting for it. Min-joon chopped garlic, onions, cilantro, Chinese leek, and shiitake soaked in water, and spinach, then mixed them in a bowl while Downey was taking care of the scallops and seasoning. After Min-joon added chopped shrimp, soy sauce, sugar, and sesame oil first, Downey filled the dumpling skins that Min-joon made in advance.
Meanwhile, Min-joon began to slice the dumpling skins thinly like noodles. Actually, he made use of Daisy's way of cutting shiitake mushrooms into small pieces and wrapping eels with them.
He wrapped the scallops with the sliced ​​dumpling skins and put them on the oven pan. All he had to do now was to bake them for about 2 minutes.
What he did next was to make Coleslaw. After adding soy sauce, lime, sesame oil, and honey, and Italian pepper, he pickled cabbage and onions with a little sauce he had used for aging the scallops the other day. Now, this Coleslaw would soon be laid on the bottom of the bowl before being served with crispy grilled scallops and dumplings.
As for dumplings, he made them more easily. After spraying the dumplings with chicken broth, oyster sauce, and a boiled broth with chili oil to bring out the taste, he would put them in a steamer. In the process of preparing all this, the smell peculiar to the Chinese dish was so strong that Downey asked, unable to resist his curiosity, "Min-joon, haven't you visited the local branches in America? If anybody watched you cooking now, they must think you have been in China all along. Why do you want to bring out this kind of Chinese taste?"
"Well, that means my dishes haven't shown any Chinese flavor at all until now. As a matter of fact, I visited only cheap Chinese restaurants. I thought I knew about Chinese cuisine, but I didn't know anything at all."
Watching him answering like that, Downey thought Min-joon was really cool because as a chef specializing in western food, Min-joon didn't have to go to the trouble of learning Chinese cooking. He didn't have to be greedy about Chinese dishes since he already established himself as a famed western chef here in America.
'Gosh, is that why he is peerless?'

Because of his love for cooking, he had thrown away his career as a teacher and had become a chef.
But despite his desires, his lack of cooking skills was the harsh truth he had to face.
But when he reached the age of 30, he had been sent back 7 years back into the past.
Another chance.

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