Fortunate Young Gentleman

"Is it done?"

In Tang Ning's room, Tang Yaoyao walked around the table for a few times, looking at Tang Ning and urging him.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Tang Ning looked at her and said, "We have to wait until the marks are dry."

Acetic acid will slightly corrode the fibers of the paper, making it easier to be scorched by high temperatures. Under the baking of flames, the corroded areas are more likely to be scorched than the non-corroded areas, and the color will be darker.

This is the principle of the words appearing on white paper.

The old Taoist priest used this method to "catch ghosts".

Tang Ning had done similar experiments in the science class in elementary school. Although he was in a different world now, the laws of nature would not change.

Tang Ning picked up the first piece of paper he had written on, placed it on the lit candle and gently roasted it, and the word "Tang" soon appeared on the white paper.

Tang Yaoyao's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "It really appeared!"

She asked with some joy, "Where is my paper?"

Tang Ning pointed to the table casually.

Tang Yaoyao carefully picked up a piece of white paper and ran out of the room quickly.

This is the difference between Tang Yaoyao and Zhong Yi. Tang Ning estimated that if Zhong Yi saw this scene, the first thing she would ask would be the principle of the white paper showing words, instead of rushing out to pretend to be a fairy.

Tang Ning had long been accustomed to her surprise. He picked up another piece of paper from the table and unconsciously baked it on the paper, thinking about other things in his mind.

If there really is such a thing as martial arts in this world, then he must learn it no matter what.

Not only to fulfill his dream, but also so that he doesn't have to hide behind a woman when something goes wrong in the future.

The white paper was baked by the flames, and a line of words gradually appeared.

"The female knight Tang Yaoyao has unparalleled martial arts, and has unified the martial arts world for thousands of years."

Tang Ning looked at the words on the paper and was slightly stunned.

If the paper in his hand said that the female knight Tang Yaoyao had unparalleled martial arts, then what was written on the paper she just took away?

Tang Ning's face changed and he hurried out of the room.

In the yard, several maids of the Zhong family gathered around the stone table. Tang Yaoyao held a piece of white paper in her hand and baked it on the candle.

Tang Ning looked at the traces that had begun to appear on the white paper, and turned back to the room without hesitation, closed the door, and inserted all the bolts.

Seeing that her name had appeared, Tang Yaoyao moved her eyes away from the white paper, looked around, and said proudly: "How is it, isn't it amazing?"

Seeing that the maids were all shocked, Tang Yaoyao's face became even more proud.

However, the shock on the faces of the maids soon turned into a smile that could not be concealed, and the look in their eyes when they looked at her was very strange.

Tang Yaoyao asked in confusion: "What are you laughing at?"

A maid couldn't help laughing, and asked with her mouth covered: "Miss Tang, are these really words that the white paper has created by itself?"

Tang Yaoyao raised the paper and asked: "Didn't you see it with your own eyes? How could this be false?"

She looked down again.

There were indeed traces of words on the white paper.

Tang Yaoyao, this is her name.

There is a big pig head behind the name.

…

“Tang Ning!”

When Tang Ning lay back on the bed, a voice full of gnashing teeth and anger came from outside.

He pulled the quilt upwards and covered his head…

“Open the door!”

“Mr. Tang, don’t hide in there and keep silent!”

“If you can draw a pig’s head, you can open the door!”

…

After tossing and turning for most of the day, Tang Ning covered his head with the quilt. The sound of Tang Yaoyao knocking on the door and her angry shouts gradually became smaller, and he fell asleep in a daze.

When he woke up, it was completely dark.

After covering himself with the quilt for a long time, Tang Ning felt a little stuffy. He took off the quilt, opened the door, and walked into the yard.

Tang Yaoyao had left long ago. The cool breeze of the summer night was very comfortable. Tang Ning stretched his body, and his tiredness was gone, but he felt a little hungry.

Although he was indeed prone to hunger now, he had eaten a lot in the afternoon. From this, it can be inferred that it should be very late at night.

He walked out of his yard and planned to go to the kitchen to see if there were any cold steamed buns or something to fill his stomach first.

The moonlight was very bright, so Tang Ning was too lazy to light a lamp. He groped his way to the kitchen in the dark. He finally found a cold steamed bun in the steamer, but before he could take it out, he saw a light coming from behind.

He turned his head and saw a shadow standing at the door.

Zhong Yi held a lantern in her hand and saw the people in the kitchen clearly. She was surprised and asked, "What are you doing here so late?"

Tang Ning took out the steamed bun and explained, "I woke up in the middle of the night and felt a little hungry. I came to see if there was anything to eat."

Zhong Yi came in with a lantern and shook her head and said, "They are all cold. Let me help you."

"No need..."

Before Tang Ning could shake his head, the steamed bun in his hand was taken away by her.

She put the lantern aside, lit the oil lamp in the kitchen, and started a fire.

Zhong Yi had always left Tang Ning with the impression of being as gentle as jade. She was a famous talented woman in Lingzhou City. What was related to her should be poetry and articles, not firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Tang Ning often went in and out of her study and read her poems.

There were "The oriole's lips are small and light in the smoke, and the butterfly's wings are light and drizzling in the rain", and "I sigh that the flowing water is in my heart, but it is difficult to play it in front of people." Although Tang Ning herself was also a semi-literary researcher and had some literary accomplishment, she was not as good as Zhong Yi in a little bit...

There are countless famous talents in history, but talented women are few and far between. Although Zhongyi is not as famous as those talented women, her talent is far better than Tangning.

Therefore, he always felt that there was a barrier between him and Zhongyi. They were not in the same circle. Even if they communicated, they were mostly just guests.

On the contrary, Tang Yaoyao, who had little culture and liked to be startled, was visible and tangible, giving people a feeling of closer distance.

However, at this moment, watching Zhongyi busy in the kitchen, at a certain moment, Tangning suddenly felt that the mysterious cloud shrouding her seemed to have dissipated a little.

Zhongyi made two steamed buns, and in between the steamed buns, she made two side dishes and a bowl of soup.

One was garlic cucumber, and the other was stir-fried cabbage, one cold and one vegetarian.

The soup was cabbage and tofu soup, although light, it was fragrant.

"Try it first." The two returned to Tang Ning's room. Zhong Yi looked at him and said a little embarrassedly, "I'm not a good cook. See if it suits your taste."

Tang Ning didn't believe her saying that she was not a good cook.

He was just a little hungry just now, and now he smelled the fragrance and swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva secretly.

He picked up the chopsticks, tasted a few mouthfuls, and drank a mouthful of soup.

If you can use two cucumbers and a few green vegetables to make such a taste, if you are not a good cook, Tang Ning can't imagine what a good cook would be like.

He had underestimated Zhong Yi before.

If she took a step forward, she would be a famous and talented woman, and if she took a step back, she would be a virtuous and homely young wife.

If anyone marries such a woman, he would wake up laughing in his dreams.

"It's delicious..." Tang Ning nodded and said, "I'm sorry to bother you to cook so late."

Zhong Yi smiled and said, "We're a family, don't be so polite."

Then she looked at Tang Ning again and asked, "Yao Yao said that you remembered something today?"

Tang Ning nodded and said, "Seeing those patients, I remembered something."

"If you remember something every day like this, you will be able to recover your memory one day." Zhong Yi looked at him and said, "Yao Yao didn't mean it. She has been blaming herself these days and has been trying to find a solution. I hope you don't blame her too much..."

Tang Ning smiled and said, "I don't blame her anymore."

What he said was true.

First of all, he really didn't blame her. His so-called amnesia had nothing to do with Tang Yao Yao.

In fact, he can sit here and eat supper instead of sleeping on the street and starving, and he has to thank her.

Secondly, she didn't dare to blame him. Tangning had some impression of her long legs. She could easily imagine being kicked ten meters away by her...

The long-legged lady, you can't afford to offend her...