70s Delicate Girl: A Guide to Being a Rich Woman-Chapter 370: Oil-Basted Goose

When Professor Song and Professor Jian returned, it was already noon, and the meals in the kitchen were ready, the chicken soup was extremely fragrant.

Xu Mumu asked why they came back so late. Professor Jian didn’t hide it from Xu Mumu; the person who leaked the experiment data had been caught. Speaking of this matter, Professor Jian was a bit saddened.

"It’s okay, Sir Jian. It’s lucky that the experiment is only halfway done. If the data had been leaked after completion, that would really be a big problem." Xu Mumu gently comforted Professor Jian.

"It’s nothing, I’m not sad, just a bit disappointed," Professor Jian sighed slightly. Fortunately, with Yin Yang’s help, no major trouble was caused; this kid is indeed very capable.

"People’s hearts are hard to fathom," Yin Yang said nonchalantly after trying the chicken soup. He had seen many such incidents, and quite a few people had betrayed him, but he dealt with them severely, and none could make any trouble in front of him.

"Yes, people’s hearts are hard to fathom. The older you get, the worse your eyesight," Professor Jian said helplessly.

"Nonsense, Sir Jian has a great eye for people. Sir Jian, have a chicken leg; you’re so busy every day, you’ve become skinny from all the work," Xu Mumu served Professor Jian a chicken leg since she preferred the meat from the wings.

"Aiya, the chicken leg Mumu served is really tasty," Professor Jian said with a smile after taking a bite of the chicken leg.

"Shameless, coming to Mumu to act pitiful and gain sympathy," Professor Song was jealous, mocking Professor Jian while eagerly looking at Xu Mumu.

"Sir Song also works very hard, this chicken leg is for Sir Song," Xu Mumu laughed, placing another chicken leg in Professor Song’s bowl. These two old men were becoming quite theatrical.

"Huo Qingze has a relative who opened a diner, and their oil-fried goose is said to be delicious. Mumu, do you want to try it tonight?" Yin Yang covertly glanced at the chicken legs in Professor Song and Professor Jian’s bowls. No, he couldn’t show jealousy; he needed to be magnanimous.

"Sure," Xu Mumu paused from nibbling on a chicken wing. She had tried oil-fried goose in her past life and liked it. She didn’t expect someone in the Imperial City made it.

"Tsk tsk, Old Jian, I want to eat oil-fried goose too," Professor Song raised his eyebrows, teasing the two.

"I’ll bring one back for you tonight," Yin Yang said calmly. He wanted to have some alone time with Xu Mumu; he wouldn’t want their grandparents to interfere. Even if they hadn’t mentioned it, he would have brought one back anyway.

"That’s more like it," Professor Song was satisfied. It was good for the two kids to cultivate their relationship.

Xu Mumu glanced wordlessly at Professor Song and the others. Forget it, she thought, better just enjoy the meal. Mrs. Liu’s cooking was indeed excellent; since arriving in the Imperial City, she rarely had the chance to taste outside delicacies.

There were no classes in the afternoon; they would officially begin tomorrow. Xu Mumu and Yin Yang went next door to work on the air conditioner. Professor Song wanted to help too but had business at school.

Despite being a professor, he still had to teach, especially since his students were a rather special group.

They spent the afternoon next door, and Yin Yang even called Zhou Yunhong and another man over to assist Xu Mumu. The newcomer was a retired mechanical factory worker.

Xu Mumu glanced wordlessly at Yin Yang; this guy’s connections were indeed broad. Whatever she needed, he could find it for her, which was incredibly considerate.

With help, things weren’t as messy, and the air conditioner gradually took shape in their hands.

Yin Yang closed the room’s door, tested it, and the room’s temperature quickly dropped, feeling very comfortable.

"Wow, sister-in-law, you’re amazing! It’s not hot at all now," Zhou Yunhong exclaimed.

"It’s alright; it took several days, but it’s finally done," Xu Mumu sighed in relief. Although the air conditioner’s appearance wasn’t much, its structure was similar to those from her past life. Just that the temperature could only be adjusted on the machine, not with a remote control.

"This thing definitely has a market; it’s just a bit power-consuming," Yin Yang looked at the air conditioner, quite satisfied. With it, there was no need to worry about the heat; even if the weather got hotter, there’d be no heatstroke concerns.

"True, but if we could make a solar power generator, the hot weather would make it a waste not to," Xu Mumu glanced at the sun setting over West Mountain outside the window. She wanted a solar generator, a fridge, and many more things...

"No problem, we’ll take it slow," Yin Yang said warmly.

"Okay," Xu Mumu nodded warmly, grateful for her past life’s memories and for not slacking off during her university days but studying earnestly. With Yin Yang’s help, she managed to make these things.

Returning home in the evening, Xu Mumu and Professor Song tested the air conditioner. Both professors were immensely pleased with it.

"Mumu, how are you planning to handle this air conditioner?" Yin Yang asked Xu Mumu.

"I have the principles and schematics; do you want to venture into this business?" Xu Mumu looked at Yin Yang.

"I don’t have the right talents; the leap is too big, and people here aren’t suitable," Yin Yang shook his head.

"Then, go find Huo Qingze?" Xu Mumu suggested with a smile.

"Alright, we’ll go tomorrow. If he’s not interested, we’ll gather a team and do it ourselves," Yin Yang mused, stroking his chin.

"That’s also possible," Xu Mumu nodded.

After tidying up, they left the air conditioner at home so Professor Song and company could enjoy the breeze. Mrs. Liu, in particular, was fascinated by the air conditioner.

Xu Mumu changed into her favorite floral long dress, and Yin Yang led her through the alleys of the Imperial City. Before long, they arrived at a secluded courtyard.

Yin Yang went to knock on the door, which was opened by an elderly woman with a cane.

"Madam Hua, I’m a friend of Huo Qingze’s. I heard your oil-fried goose is delicious, so I brought my partner to try it," Yin Yang said warmly, showing the letter of introduction from Huo Qingze.

"A friend of young Huo’s, huh? Come in," Madam Hua looked over the letter in Yin Yang’s hand, glanced at it, recognizing Huo Qingze’s handwriting, which mentioned something about Yin Yang.

"Thank you, Madam Hua," Yin Yang maintained a warm smile.

The secluded courtyard was quite sizeable, with several tables inside, and from the kitchen came whiffs of delicious aroma which made Xu Mumu swallow involuntarily.

"What dishes would the guests like?" A man in an apron approached, his appearance giving off a friendly and approachable vibe.

"Two oil-fried geese, one to eat here and another to take away," Yin Yang said calmly. This place was specially recommended by Huo Qingze, reputedly very tasty.