hotmtlnovel 165-15 So leisurely!
165-15 So leisurely!
Mo Bei, tired from walking, sat down to one side and quickly fell asleep. The two newborn cradles had their names printed on them: Mo Bei and Mo Yun.
She slept until the next day, only to find a new entry on the daily schedule on the wall: a funeral in three days. Mo Tian asked Mo Bei, "So, after you resign, are you going to live at my house forever?" Mo Bei asked, "What's going on? I feel a little bad living at your house. Maybe I can stay and help raise these two kids." Mo Tian replied, "You resigned from my lab. As for raising the kids, it's not convenient for me, so this is perfect." With that, he left the house, driving off into the distance. Mo Bei followed him to the door, watching. A schedule on the calendar showed: "One day of leave has passed. Please continue with the unfinished schedule. Estimated time: 7 days." Next to it was the time: 8 o'clock. Behind him, Mo Bei was still crying.
Mo Bei became a full-time nanny and started learning to cook, preparing meals for the children, since food is the foundation of life. Mo Bei searched for ingredients. Then he saw the refrigerator, which displayed today's recommended dishes: West Lake Vinegar Fish, fish balls, and meat dumplings.
Mo Bei opened the refrigerator, and food was taken out: freshly bought grass carp, a mysterious little sauce, East China Sea croaker, soup dumplings, and two mini meat dumplings.
Mo Bei looked at the ingredients, which were held on individual plates with buttons below them indicating which to switch between them, and a confirmation button on the far right. Looking at the buttons on the panel, Mo Bei's finger instinctively clicked "Confirm," only to realize afterward that he had never seen this refrigerator before, yet the action felt like a repetition of thousands of times. The ingredients were put back into the refrigerator, and seeing the door close, Mo Bei jumped up and down in a panic: "What happened? There's no food left!" A minute later, the refrigerator reopened, and out came a plate of hot vinegar fish, soup with several fish balls floating on top, two delicate meat dumplings, a plate of cold sesame oil-dressed shepherd's purse, and stir-fried short-stemmed Hangzhou cabbage.
Mo Bei's eyes widened in amazement; the aroma alone was enticing. He decided to move two dishes to the table first, then go get the rest. However, the three white porcelain plates carrying the main courses miraculously sprouted wings and followed closely behind him. When he put the plates down and turned to pick them up, they nearly collided, but the flying discs dodged and landed smoothly on the table. Mo Bei didn't see the flying discs go to the refrigerator; it was already closed, and when he opened it, it was empty. Disappointed, he returned to the table only to find the dishes already there.
Mo Bei's mouth watered as he looked at the dishes: Fresh grass carp, sourced exclusively from the Hangzhou-Jiaxing-Huzhou base, each fish precisely weighing 750 grams—the golden standard—was starved for three days to remove any muddy taste. The fish was bled alive, cut seven and a half times, and then poached in spring water, all without a drop of oil. The vinegar was a time-honored, eight-year-aged rose rice vinegar, thickened with traditional rock sugar syrup, resulting in a dish as tender as crab meat, with a refreshing sweet and sour flavor. This was West Lake Vinegar Fish.
Hand-pounded for over 40 minutes, without adding cornstarch or MSG, relying solely on the fish meat's own collagen for elasticity. The broth is a clear chicken stock simmered for 6 hours, skimmed clean of all oil. Each bowl contains only a few fish balls, sprinkled with two or three finely chopped scallions for aroma. These are fish balls.
The glutinous rice is late-season japonica rice irrigated by mountain spring water from the farm, oily and fragrant; the filling uses only three-layered pork belly from free-range black pigs, slow-marinated for 48 hours in a family-recipe soy sauce; the bamboo leaves are the first harvested leaves from the high mountains of Tianmu Mountain, collected annually at designated locations, and even the zongzi is simmered for two hours in old chicken bone broth. This is a zongzi.
Wild shepherd's purse, freshly picked from the farm that morning, is paired with handmade stone-ground dried tofu, seasoned only with salt, sugar, and a touch of sesame oil—a refreshing and palate-cleansing dish. Only the tenderest three leaves of the bok choy are used, stir-fried quickly over high heat with a pinch of salt and a drop of chicken oil, resulting in a crisp, tender, and slightly sweet dish. The remaining two dishes...
After happily finishing his meal, Mo Bei realized the two babies hadn't eaten and quickly went to the cradle. The cradle was gently rocking; Mo Bei and Mo Yun were already asleep, and the cradle displayed "Feeding Completed." Mo Bei was relieved and exclaimed, "This is simply a dad's dream!" However, the cradle, which detected a keyword, displayed "GG": Parents not home? Try the Mo Bei Cradle: feeding, soothing, timed feeding, scheduling… all-around coverage! Starting at only 399, don't hesitate, act now!
Mo Bei, captivated by the frisbee, didn't notice a hole opened in the corner of the wall. A wire extended from it, sweeping across the floor until it was sparkling clean. The frisbee then flew past Mo Bei towards the sink, where the chips sensed each other and automatically cleaned themselves. Seeing this, Mo Bei didn't know what else to do, so she simply sat on the sofa, letting technology foster laziness.
A screen slowly descended above the television backdrop opposite, beginning to project an image. Mo Bei watched the short video: Kun Kun, now middle-aged, still possessed his former glory, upright character, and undiminished popularity. He couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity.
The video is a memoir titled "The Three Most Likely System Bound Individuals of the 21st Century," followed by a work written by a 16-year-old high school student. Although it's a closed book, he revealed that the inspiration came from a children's book about the starry sky he heard as a child. He faced criticism from classmates, but his spirit remained unchanged, ultimately leading to the book. He also revealed that the underlying themes remain undiscovered.
Mo Bei was initially very interested in watching, but after a while, she felt a bit tired, so she groped her way up to the rooftop on the third floor.
Upon reaching the top, a voice came from the rooftop wall: "One hour before it rains. Residents, please prepare. Deep Space will continue to bring you reports."
The wind was strong on the rooftop, making Mo Bei's hair flap against her skin.
Mo Bei pressed himself against the glass railing, watching the passing vehicles. Driving along the predetermined path in the air, heading towards the destination. The song "Seven Mile Fragrance" drifted from the broadcasting station on the wall, which had previously displayed deep space. The melody barely touched his ears before a tightness gripped his chest, as if someone had sung this song to him in the rain long ago. The wind, carrying the scent of rain, blew by, its aroma perfectly matching a moment deep in his memory. He tapped his feet to the beat, but couldn't recall who he had heard it with… Nevertheless, he found it beautiful, tapping and swaying his head, lost in his own world.
The song "Retreat" faded slightly, and then a voice came from deep space, drowning out the retreat: "It's raining continuously in the city center. This time it's light rain, with a precipitation of 5mm. The next rain is in two days..." Mo Bei watched the dark clouds gather, breathing in the fresh air brought by the rain. Looking down, he could see that the cars driving on the floating road weren't getting wet; the rain seemed to be intentionally avoiding them.
The next few days were like a copy-paste job, with only Mo Bei wandering alone in the house, the only sound being Mo Bei's cries. Sometimes, as Mo Bei stared at Mo Bei sleeping soundly in the cradle, she would suddenly have a fleeting illusion: she couldn't tell whether she was Mo Bei standing by the bed or Mo Bei lying in the cradle being watched.
A car picked up Ouyang Youlan's coffin and transported it to a distant place, leaving behind a sign that read "Home of Contribution." Mo Bei watched the car drive away quietly. Further away, at the gate of a villa on land, another "Home of Contribution" sign appeared. An "old man" saw it upon returning home and immediately pulled out his phone to call Mo Tian, but the call went unanswered.
The "old man" dialed several times, but no one answered. Frustrated, he blocked Mo Tian's number and looked up at the woman beside him, saying, "Look at that kid Mo Tian, he's only focused on his career. He didn't even say anything about Ouyang Youlan's passing!" He then got into a car and drove towards the city center.
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