A Fake Holy Mother – Ch 107 — Fuyu Neko's Translations

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Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit

Chapter 107 – If she wanted to find someone to protect her, shouldn't she choose him over Jiang Fei? (3)

Bei Nuan was very surprised.
In the past few days, even Du Ruo had cooked for them by making Hainanese chicken with rice, but Lu Xingchi had never touched any kitchen utensils.
And so, Bei Nuan thought he had no idea how to cook.

It was fine if he didn't know how to cook and just waited to be served with food.
He worked so hard every day to wipe out the zombies, so they could loot supplies.

What was going on in his mind that made him resolute to wash his hands and cook?

She thought he would study the cookbooks for a few days before trying his hand at cooking.

Boss Lu was just extraordinary.

Bei Nuan asked, “Are you going to boil the eggs?”

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Lu Xingchi shook his head.
“Scramble them.”

Then, as if he was a surgeon preparing for surgery, he scrubbed the pot, the bowl, the chopsticks, and the spatula with soap several times.

He seemed kind of nervous to have her standing next to him and observing.
Still, he calmly cracked the eggs into a bowl, whisked the eggs, and reached for the sugar container.

Bei Nuan hastily offered him the salt container instead.
“You want salt, right?”

Lu Xingchi nodded and opened the salt container.

“A little bit of salt,” he muttered, “How much is a little bit of salt?”

He scooped out a bit of salt, poured it into the eggs, stirred the mixture, and then he looked at the salt container again.
He scooped out another small spoonful and sprinkled it onto the egg mixture.

When he went for the salt container for the third time, Bei Nuan put her hand on it and sincerely said, “I think that must be enough.”

“Are you sure?” Lu Xingchi asked.

“I'm sure.” Bei Nuan grinned at him while thinking; buddy, trust me.
I could make scrambled eggs when I was in elementary school.

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Lu Xingchi turned on the stove, set the heat to maximum, put the pot on the stove, and picked up the oil container.

“An appropriate amount of oil,” he muttered, and then he poured out half of the oil in the container.

That was a very appropriate amount of oil… if he was deep frying.

Bei Nuan bit her lip, not daring to speak.
It's okay.
He was Boss Lu.
When he ran out of oil, he could go to the supermarket and get another container of it.
He could use as much as he wanted.

Anyone that had seen another person cook scrambled eggs before wouldn't have poured so much oil.
Lu Xingchi was obviously someone that didn't even know which way the kitchen door opened.

There was soon a roaring fire along with a chaotic crackling sound.
Countless oil drops sprayed upwards like small cannonballs.

Lu Xingchi's reaction was very quick.
He hugged Bei Nuan and shielded her from the splattering oil.

They hadn't been in such a sorry state even when facing a horde of zombies.
In this moment, there was an inexplicable solemn and moving sense of having faced life and death together.

“Cover the pot!” Bei Nuan struggled in Lu Xingchi's arms to reach her hand out towards the lid.

Lu Xingchi grabbed the lid and slammed it down on the fan.
It was finally safe.

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Bei Nuan moved out of his embrace and explained, “You didn't wipe the pot dry after washing it.”

Lu Xingchi was puzzled.
He muttered to himself, “Wipe the pot? That step wasn't mentioned.”

Bei Nuan suggested, “Put in the eggs now.
It'll be fine once you do that.”

Sure enough, the eggs lowered the temperature, and it was much better.
Lu Xingchi picked up the spatula and very professionally stirred the eggs.

Too much oil, not enough eggs.

The eggs freely floated on the oil like tourists snorkeling in the Maldives.

“It's about done.” Bei Nuan poked Lu Xingchi and had him turn off the stove and scoop up the eggs.

Bei Nuan admired the eggs on the plate and sincerely praised, “It's pretty good.
A golden yellow and none of it is burned.
Do you want to try it?”

She could tell that this was his first time making scrambled eggs, so it was already pretty good that he didn't burn the eggs.

Lu Xingchi picked up a piece of egg and tasted it, and then he silently spat it out in a tissue.

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“Too salty?” Bei Nuan asked.

The issue went beyond whether or not he added too much salt.
He hadn't mixed in the salt well enough.
The piece of egg he just tried had a lump of salt in it.
It wasn't edible at all.
It seemed that cooking wasn't as simple as he had imagined.
He fed the plate of eggs to the trash can.

And then, he asked Bei Nuan, “You bought lobsters in Ningcheng, right?”

Bei Nuan was startled.
Bro, no way, right? You just made your very first scrambled eggs.
You're not going to try to cook lobster next, right?

Bei Nuan dawdled as she took out a lobster from her pocket space and very reluctantly placed it on the chopping board for Lu Xingchi.

Sigh.
It was such a big lobster.
So fresh, so plump, so beautiful.

Bei Nuan inwardly wept.

Lu Xingchi glanced at her and lightly said, “I'm going to make lobster sashimi.”

Oh.
Thank the heavens.
Thank Buddha.

Bei Nuan exhaled in relief.
Her exhale was so loud that Lu Xingchi gave her another look.