Reincarnation - The Divine Doctor and Stay-at-home Dad

He Ziwei sniffed the air with her beautiful nose and said, “What’s this smell? It smells weird but doesn’t look bad!”

“This dish is called boiled fish. Please have a taste, Young Miss.”

He Ziwei picked up a piece of fish meat with her chopsticks and placed it in her mouth. After chewing a few times, she reached out with her chopsticks again and placed the white fish meat into her mouth continuously.

Generally speaking, very few girls could resist the temptation of boiled fish. She was no exception.

However, after a few bites, the spicy and numbing taste filled her mouth. She began to wave her small hands to fan herself.

“What’s this smell? It’s so delicious, but it’s too stimulating!”

Qin Haodong took out a bottle of Sprite. Then, he opened it and handed it over. “It’s called boiled fish. Its feature is its spicy and fresh tang. The stimulation you feel is the spice!”

He Ziwei picked up the Sprite and took two gulps. The spicy feeling in her mouth became better.

“Your water tastes so special and delicious,” she said before burping.

Hearing their conversation, Zhuo Wengong did not say anything this time. He directly picked up his chopsticks and began to taste.

He Ziwei said to He Zhong and the others next to her, “Everyone, have a taste. I’m sure you’ve never eaten anything like this before.”

These people were curious and came over to have a taste.

Everyone was quickly conquered by the charm of the boiled fish. A large plate of fish meat was eaten up in a twinkling.

“The spicy taste is really special and delicious. So good! I’ve never eaten such delicious fish meat before!”

Hearing the people around praising the dish, Zhuo Wengong really couldn’t say anything. He could only admit defeat in silence.

Qin Haodong took the last tray and said, “Miss Ziwei, this is the last dish. It tastes a little special. You should be mentally prepared!”

“It tastes special? Aren’t the previous three dishes special enough?”

He Ziwei had never tasted such special dishes before, so she was even more curious about the plate in Qin Haodong’s hand.

“You’ll know once you try it.”

After that, Qin Haodong lifted the lid in his hand. Suddenly, a strong stench filled the air.

“Oh, My God! What’s this smell? Why is it so smelly?”

“Is this still a dish? There must be a mistake. The ingredients he used must have gone bad…”

“This thing is so smelly. How can it be eaten…”

Everyone looked at the black mess on the tray. Then, they stepped back, one after another. They did not understand what Qin Haodong had cooked.

Zhuo Wengong was frustrated time and again. When he saw the dish, he immediately became happy and cried, “Qin Haodong, what are you doing? How dare you give Ziwei something bad!”

Qin Haodong smiled. “This dish is called stinky tofu. It smells bad but tastes delicious.

“At the same time, there is a principle to it. Stinky things are not necessarily bad things.”

After that, he picked up a toothpick on the plate and put a piece of stinky tofu into his mouth. Then, he closed his eyes slightly and savored it.

When He Ziwei saw how much he was enjoying himself, she asked in confusion, “Young Master Qin, can this thing really be eaten?”

Qin Haodong smiled and said, “I promise, as long as you eat it, you won’t be able to put down your chopsticks.”

If not for the previous three dishes, He Ziwei wouldn’t have made up her mind. She had already tasted the culinary skills of this special man, so she picked up a piece of stinky tofu with her chopsticks and put it into her mouth.

It turned out that women loved stinky tofu far more than men.

When he was on the earth, he often saw beautiful girls holding a box of stinky tofu snacks in their hands.

This applied to He Ziwei as well. She carefully placed a piece of stinky tofu into her mouth and nibbled it. The skin was a little crisp. However, when she bit into the inside, the tender and smooth texture filled her mouth.

“Yummy! Really delicious. It smells so bad but tastes so good. It’s really weird!”

After speaking, she ate the stinky tofu one after another.

Soon, there was only the last piece left. He remembered Zhuo Wengong next to her and asked, “There’s only one piece left. Do you want to taste it? If you don’t want it, I’ll eat it.”

“This…”

Zhuo Wengong was dumbfounded. He had admired He Ziwei for a long time and knew that she was picky about food. If it wasn’t tasty, there was no way she would have had such a big appetite and eaten so much in one go.

However, if it was good, how delicious could such a piece of black and smelly thing be? It didn’t make sense at all.

Out of curiosity, he put the last piece of stinky tofu into his mouth. He finally tasted what it smelled like with his taste buds.

After eating, he rarely closed his mouth. The smell of the stinky tofu made him speechless.

He Ziwei said, “Young Master Qin, the food you cooked is just too delicious. I’ve eaten a little too much.”

“At our place, girls like to have something sweet after dinner,” Qin Haodong said and gave He Ziwei a large ice cream.

“What is this? It looks so strange. It is still steaming.”

He Ziwei took the ice cream and carefully licked it. She found that although it was steaming, it was still cold.

She took a bite and excitedly shouted, “So sweet. It’s really sweet. It’s so delicious!”

After two bites of the ice cream, she excitedly said, “Young Master Qin, the food you cooked is so delicious that I’m afraid I can’t live without you in the future.”

After saying that, she realized that she was a little too straightforward, so she couldn’t help blushing.

In addition, with the ice cream in her hand, she looked like a cute foodie.

He Zhong stood nearby and secretly tugged on her sleeve. “Young Miss, it’s time to announce the result of this competition!”

Only then did He Ziwei come to her senses. She glanced shyly at Qin Haodong and said, “I declare that Young Master Qin is the winner of this cooking competition!”

Zhuo Wengong’s face turned livid. He didn’t expect that the culinary skills he was most proficient in would fail so miserably.

The guy in front of him didn’t play by the book at all. Every dish had a new flavor, which he hadn’t tasted before.

He Ziwei said, “Young Master Zhuo, do you still want to continue? I advise you to stop here and we will pretend nothing happened.”

She had already fallen in love with Qin Haodong and didn’t want any accident to happen. Moreover, the other party was the son of the Lord, so she didn’t want to provoke him.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Wengong repeatedly shook his head and said, “That’s impossible! It’s just a loss, isn’t it?

“That boy had some shitty luck and didn’t play by the book. The next round is about music. I’m sure I’ll win this time.”

In his opinion, Qin Haodong’s victory in cooking was due to his use of trickery. He had cooked four dishes with four flavors which they didn’t have before.

However, music was different. Without a solid foundation, he couldn’t perform at all.

He had been learning diligently from the high-ranking musicians in the Lord Mansion all these years, so he was confident that his attainment in music was unparalleled.

He Ziwei shook her head helplessly. “Since Young Master Zhuo insists, then let’s continue with the next round. Who will go first?”

She was a well-known talented woman and had a high level of attainment in music. She was not inferior to Zhuo Wengong, but she rarely showed her skill in daily life.

Because of this, she knew very well the difficulty of practicing music. She felt that Qin Haodong would definitely lose this round.

“I’ll go first,” Zhuo Wengong confidently said. “Boy, after I play a song, you won’t even have the courage to take out your guqin.”

Then, he took out a guqin from his Storage Ring, sat on the ground, and leisurely played it.

He was playing the song he knew best, titled “Flowers Under the Moon”. It was just in line with the current situation at this time.

The sound of the guqin was melodious. He played and sang and it was very pleasant to the ear. Everyone present couldn’t help but nod.

Zhuo Wengong had a proud expression on his face. His song had always received praise from his father, Zhuo Wangsun. At the same time, this song was also popular with the musicians in the mansion.

As the song came to an end, He Ziwei was more worried. Even if she played this song herself, she wouldn’t be able to play it to this level. Furthermore, his singing skill was also top-notch.

After playing, Zhuo Wengong put away the guqin and arrogantly said, “What do you think? Qin Haodong, do you have the courage to continue?”

Qin Haodong smiled and said, “Your playing is soft. You sang the song like a woman. Why wouldn’t I dare to compete with you?”

“Nonsense. Do you know anything about music?” Hearing his own music being belittled, Zhuo Wengong jumped up and shouted, “If you have the ability, sing a heroic song for me!”

Qin Haodong glanced at him and turned to He Ziwei and said, “Miss Ziwei, can you play the flute? How about playing a tune with me?”

He Ziwei awkwardly said, “I can play the flute, but this isn’t appropriate. I’m afraid Young Master Zhuo won’t agree.”

She wanted to help Qin Haodong through music, but she was also worried that Zhuo Wengong would not agree.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll make this boy wholeheartedly admit defeat.”

However, Zhuo Wengong didn’t mind it at all. He was well aware that He Ziwei’s attainment in music was slightly inferior to his own. It was the first time for Qin Haodong and He Ziwei to play together, so how good could it be?

“In that case, please play according to the music score, Miss Ziwei.”

Qin Haodong said as he took out a music score and placed it in front of He Ziwei. At the same time, he took out a jade flute and handed it to her.

He Ziwei took the flute and played with it a few times before nodding. “Young Master Qin, I’m ready!”

Qin Haodong sat down, took out a guqin. Then, he began to leisurely play it. It was “The Legendary Swordsman” that had once shocked the Chinese music circle.

Everyone’s hearts were jolted after they heard this music. It was too pleasant and penetrating, capable of shaking one’s mind.

In those days, this song composed by Mr. Huang Zhan was famous all over the country. Qin Haodong was also deeply fascinated, so he practiced this song more than once.

At this moment, he took it out and played it well. After the prelude, the sounds of He Ziwei’s flute also accompanied the music score. The two of them played together harmoniously, without the slightest bit of awkwardness even though it was the first time they played together.

Then, Qin Haodong started to sing.

“Roar of the ocean, the tide on both shores surge. The ebb and flow of the waves remember the present day. The sky laughs that all the people in the world are like the waves, and no one knows who will win at last. The mountains laugh. The misty rain flies. The waves wash away the mundane world. How much do you know in the secular world…”

As soon as the song was sung, the desolate atmosphere of Jianghu suddenly filled the place. At the same time, there was no lack of lofty sentiment about the surging tides on both shores.

The Lingwu Continent had always valued martial arts. Everyone present was a warrior. Naturally, it was easy for them to feel the charm in music.

He Ziwei played the song according to the music score. She was subconsciously immersed in the song as if her soul had been stolen away by this song.