Chapter 72

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Qin Xue was just about to walk out of the kitchen with the freshly cooked braised fish when she saw a tall figure in front of her. Looking up, she found a man standing there, smiling at her.

Both of them tacitly avoided mentioning the incident that had happened before, and Qin Xue didn’t tell Chu Molin about it.

Chu Molin didn’t ask either, just waiting for her to speak when she was ready. “You’re up. What are you grinning at? Go wash up and eat, aren’t you hungry?” Qin Xue put the braised fish on the table and got out two bowls and a pair of chopsticks.

She served the tomato and egg soup for both of them.

Qin Xue took a sip of the soup and thought, reheated food never tastes as good as when it’s freshly cooked.

Luckily, it was made with spiritual spring water, so the difference wasn’t too significant.

Looks like it’s better to avoid reheated food from now on.

When Chu Molin came over after washing up, he saw Qin Xue gazing at her bowl of soup: “Xue’er, what’s the matter? Why aren’t you eating?”

After saying this, he also took a sip of the soup—it tasted good. His wife’s culinary skills were truly superb.

“Ah, it’s nothing. I just feel that reheated dishes aren’t as tasty as freshly cooked ones.’

Qin Xue finished her soup, sipping it little by little.

“l didn’t notice anything. I think it tastes really good.” Chu Molin didn’t mind this at all. His research trips often involved much harsher conditions.

Sometimes he had to hide in deep forests, and when the dry food he brought was gone, there was nothing left to eat.

He could only catch some wild animals for food, and sometimes he even ate snakes, insects, rats, and ants.

Since he couldn’t make a fire while hiding, he had to eat them raw.

Compared to that, the flavorful dishes now were simply a feast for the mortal world.

There was no comparison, no comparability at all.

That’s why Chu Molin could never be picky.

“Then what don’t you like to eat?” Qin Xue slowly chewed on a stalk of greens after she finished her soup. As expected of space-grown produce, the taste was excellent.

“Hmm, I’m not picky about food in general, and so far, there’s nothing I dislike.

You should know that I often go on missions, so it’s normal for me to often miss meals.

When there’s nothing to eat, we just catch whatever can be eaten just to get by.

So as long as it’s not poisonous, I’ll eat anything.”

Chu Molin feared that being overly explicit would upset Qin Xue, so he spoke vaguely.

Qin Xue wasn’t really afraid anymore, but she couldn’t tell Chu Molin that.

Qin Xue recalled the dissection class she took at the beginning of medical school. At that time, she was constantly vomiting.

Qin Xue went a whole month without eating any meat.

Every time she saw meat, she thought of the bodies in the dissection room being carved up one piece at a time with a scalpel.

Her lack of protein led to malnutrition, and the professor told them:

If you can’t overcome this little difficulty, how will you perform surgeries for your patients in the future?

If you dare not eat meat, how will you have the strength to perform surgeries?

The patients entrust their lives to you because they trust you, not because they want you to behave like children.

So you have to overcome your psychological obstacles—you all go get a piece of meat and eat it in front of this corpse.

If anyone fails to do this, they will fail the course. Later, everyone had no choice but to bring a piece of cooked meat to eat in front of the corpse every time they had a dissection class.

As a result, some people vomited as soon as they put the meat in their mouths. In the end, they vomited until they became numb to it and were no longer afraid.

Thinking back on it now, the professor’s words really made sense.

The biggest enemy is one’s self. As long as you can overcome your psychological obstacles, you can be invincible.

“Oh, you should eat more if you like it. Do you want me to serve the rice now?”

After finishing her greens, Qin Xue was about to serve the rice. Seeing that Chu Molin had finished his soup, she asked him.

“Yes, I’ll do it. Give me your bowl.”

It would be better if I did it myself. With such a big belly, she should be careful not to bump it.

“Okay, thank you. I just need a regular bowl.” Qin Xue handed him her bowl and began eating a piece of fish.

Although it was reheated, the fish was tender, probably because it was raised in spiritual spring water.

Now that Qin Xue was accustomed to food produced in the space, she wondered if she could still stomach ordinary produce in the future.

Chu Molin ladled out two bowls of rice and handed one to Qin Xue.

“Chu Molin, um, didn’t I say I only wanted a regular bowl? What if I can’t finish all this rice you served me?”

Looking at the overflowing bowl of rice in front of her, Qin Xue complained.

Yes, she was pregnant and had a high metabolism, but she was supposed to eat small meals frequently. He served her such a big bowl.. Would she still have space for the vegetables?