SFS Chapter 367 Life is still wonderful even without a system
Chapter 367 Life is still wonderful even without a system
"Our Lin family genes are always the first priority, no matter where you go."
Lin Zhou let out an arrogant laugh in the marble bathroom, the warm water washing over his flawless, strong body.
After fussing over the two little ones, by the time he lay back down on the big bed, the morning light had already turned the ripples on the sea into scattered gold.
I woke up on time the next morning.
Lin Zhou rubbed his sleepy eyes.
His mind was completely silent; the mechanical prompts that used to ring out abruptly were now just a faded memory.
There is no longer a mandatory countdown.
There are no longer those cold warnings that threaten to wipe out or deduct points.
Lin Zhou took a deep breath and felt an unprecedented sense of relief.
This sense of security, free from any karmic burdens, gave him an indescribable clarity.
He leaned lazily against the headboard, gazing at the breathtaking view of the sea and sky merging into one outside the window.
Even without a system, the earth still keeps turning.
His trillion-dollar assets continue to double steadily.
He no longer needs to rack his brains to pursue any system task points.
The only top priority he has to think about every morning when he wakes up.
What should I make for breakfast today to please those two picky little brats?
This process of adapting from the altar to the mundane realities of daily life did not bore him; on the contrary, it was filled with a novel and down-to-earth charm.
"Old Chen, we're not having Western food today. Bring out that bag of refined flour that was delivered to Hong Kong yesterday."
Lin Zhou, wearing a pair of oversized flip-flops, swaggered into the manor's open-plan, top-notch kitchen, which was comparable to a Michelin three-star restaurant.
He ripped off his bathrobe.
He was only wearing a simple white tank top and shorts.
The world's number one godfather, who once struck fear into the hearts of people in Hollywood and Wall Street, is now wearing a pink apron with Peppa Pig printed on it in a rather unconventional manner.
He was sweating profusely in front of the kitchen counter.
Two large, calloused hands were frantically kneading the dough in the basin.
He plans to personally make a bowl of authentic Northern-style handmade beef noodles for his whole family.
"Dad, can we use this white flour to make snowballs?"
Nuonuo followed us in without us noticing.
The little girl is ten years old this year and has grown quite a bit taller. Today, she tied her long, black hair into a slightly messy single ponytail.
She furtively peeked at the marble countertop.
Taking advantage of Lin Zhou's inattention.
She stretched out her chubby little hand and grabbed a handful of dry flour directly from the basin.
Then, she quickly wiped it on her face.
In an instant, a perfectly fine porcelain doll was transformed into the white-faced Cao Cao on the stage.
This little girl's ability to make things worse while trying to help is definitely something she's honed since she was a child.
"Lin Nuonuo, stop causing trouble for your father."
Lin Zhou chuckled and flicked his daughter's nose hard with his flour-covered finger.
"If you dare to take your first-grade little brother to roll in the mud in the sandpit again when you go to school tomorrow, I'll give all those spicy snacks you've been hoarding to the little horse next door."
"Dad is so stingy. I'm just trying to liven up the kitchen atmosphere."
Nuonuo stuck out her tongue, not afraid of him at all.
She casually grabbed a clean cucumber from the refrigerator next to her, took a big bite, and ate it with a crisp, loud sound.
Just as the father and daughter were making a huge fuss in the kitchen.
A series of extremely rhythmic, muffled sounds suddenly came from the direction of the restaurant.
Clang.
Clang.
Lin Zhou turned his head and almost rolled his eyes on the spot.
Little An'an, who had just turned three, was sitting properly in a specially made children's high chair.
The little guy was wearing a bear-themed onesie, and his big, dark eyes were fixed on the large piece of meat on the kitchen counter.
In his two chubby little hands, which were like lotus root segments, he was holding a pure silver spoon in one hand and a small titanium alloy bowl inlaid with small diamonds in the other.
The little one was excitedly banging the bottom of the bowl with a spoon.
That action.
skilled.
As he tapped, a rhythmic sound, even faintly reminiscent of rock music, echoed through the restaurant.
This kid was playing Mozart blindfolded on a piano worth millions yesterday.
Early this morning.
He used all of his extraordinary musical talent on the great cause of banging on bowls to urge people to eat.
"Eat meat...Daddy...I'm hungry!"
As Xiao An'an banged on the bowl, drool dripped from her shiny lips all the way down to the collar of her bear pajamas.
"Alright, alright, stop banging. You're going to rupture my eardrums, you little devil."
Lin Zhou chuckled and cursed, but his hands didn't slow down at all.
He vigorously shook the dough in his hand, and as the evenly thick noodles drew graceful arcs in the air, they landed precisely in the boiling water with a soft thud.
Without the support of a system's skills.
With his hands that had wielded countless large capital markets, he still managed to transform this ordinary breakfast into a work of art with a subtle, aesthetic beauty.
Su Qingge had just finished washing up.
She was wearing a moon-white cotton dress, and her long hair was casually tied back.
As soon as she reached the kitchen door, she saw Lin Zhou sweating profusely in front of a steaming pot, holding a large strainer.
Next to them, a pale-faced daughter was eating a cucumber, and a son was banging on a bowl.
Throughout the kitchen.
It is filled with the rich aroma of beef broth.
This kind of ordinary, trivial, yet genuine human warmth instantly filled Su Qingge's beautiful peach blossom eyes with a drowningly sweet light of happiness.
"Director Lin, your cooking skills have really improved since you retired!"
Su Qingge leaned against the door frame, looking at her husband's pink apron with a hint of mockery.
Lin Zhou turned around and raised an eyebrow at his wife with a somewhat cynical expression.
"That's right, without all those mundane affairs outside. All my wisdom is now poured into these few bowls of noodles."
"Go wash your hands quickly. This soup is a secret broth that I made by simmering tuna bones and beef bones that I caught yesterday for four hours."
At this moment, Old Chen, dressed in a proper butler's uniform, walked in and took the strainer from Lin Zhou's hand.
"Young Master, Mr. Li sent another transoceanic text message saying that Young Master Zhou Yang lost 300 million yuan playing cards in Beijing and is now searching the world for you to help him out."
As Old Chen skillfully scooped the noodles, he reported back with a slight chuckle.
After hearing this, Lin Zhou curled his lip in disdain.
"Get this kid out of here. He's married and still such a troublemaker."
Lin Zhou dusted off his shorts and, with a touch of pride, picked up little An'an, who was whimpering in the chair.
"Tell him that I only use my current capital to buy toys for my son and to build a spicy snack factory for my daughter."
"If he dares to bother me again, I'll have Li Ming lock up all the shares under his name for three months."
Old Chen smiled and nodded repeatedly.
"Understood, young master. Then this old servant will go and refuse."
Old Chen stepped down.
"Dad, if that foreign uncle really goes bankrupt, will he have to come to our island and become a gardener?"
Nuonuo excitedly raised her big white face and leaned over to ask.
Lin Zhou flicked his daughter's forehead.
"Dream on, he's so clumsy, he can't even catch a chicken in the backyard."
Lin Zhou laughed heartily and steadily placed a bowl of handmade noodles, piled high with large chunks of beef and sprinkled with bright green cilantro, in front of Su Qingge.
"Wife, do me the honor of trying my ultimate cooking skills."
Looking at the bowl of noodles in front of her, which looked and smelled delicious, Su Qingge parted her red lips slightly and picked up a piece with her chopsticks with a happy expression.
"Then I'll reluctantly give it a try. But Lin Zhou, what are you planning to do with the kids after we finish eating today?"
She swallowed the delicious noodles, her peach blossom eyes full of smiles.
"Fishing, crabbing. If Nuonuo behaves well, I'll take you to the high seas today to see how those foreign conglomerates' cargo ships manage to circumvent our noses."
Lin Zhou raised an extremely unrestrained smile, his tone full of the purest pride after retirement.
"Yay! I want to see the big cargo ship!"
Nuonuo was frantically clapping her little hands, which were covered in flour, beside her.