[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 30, Chapter 9)

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Chapter Nine: The Mischievous Little Beauty

The first stroke of the brush is the most challenging, as the subsequent five steps all build upon this

foundation.

So, after adjusting the color of the cobalt blue lacquer, I used the finest wolf-hair brush to slowly outline each stroke,

taking a full two hours to connect the first layer of blue-and-white porcelain decoration on the plum vase with its intertwined blue-and-white dragon design into a complete

picture.

Next came the most crucial part.

After letting it rest for ten minutes, I placed my hand above the bottom of the plum vase, about five centimeters

away, and then moved it. Wisps of smoke slowly rose between my palm and the vase,

eventually enveloping it completely as I moved my hands.

I circulated my internal energy, adjusting the heat of my true qi to a certain level, allowing the cobalt blue lacquer to dry

quickly and applying another layer of glaze to the surface of the plum vase with its intertwined blue-and-white dragon design.

If you rely solely on the color of cobalt blue (Su Ma Li Qing), the resulting glaze will be dry and lifeless,

lacking the rich, vibrant color of traditional blue and white porcelain, which develops through firing in a kiln.

Therefore, only by mimicking the firing temperature in a kiln and evenly heating the vase with the blue and white dragon design can you

achieve a luster comparable to traditional blue and white porcelain.

This method was taught to me by an old man. When I experimented myself, I often

ended up with , lacking any sense of unity or beauty. The old man only demonstrated it once; I had to repeat the experiment

many times to master the precise control of the heat, adjusting the

temperature .

With this experience, I repeatedly moved my hands around the vase three times, roughly

applying the glaze.

I applied the glaze with the lights off, as the strong orange light from a lamp could easily cause temperature and

light variations, leading to inaccuracies in the glaze color.

I then withdrew my hands, thus completing the first step.

I turned on the soft light and slowly turned the vase around, a smile unconsciously appearing on my face.

It seems that even after so long without repairing porcelain, my skills haven't become rusty!

Lost in thought, I simply sat cross-legged on the chair and began to meditate and regulate my breathing.

Applying the glaze to the blue-and-white dragon-patterned plum vase had consumed a

great deal of my inner energy; it wouldn't be able to recover without circulating my inner energy dozens of times.

However, with the first success, the second, the third… it wouldn't be too difficult afterward.

The sky gradually brightened; the temperature in Tokyo in the early morning was very low, and because there was no sun, this year's Christmas Eve

truly had the atmosphere of Santa Claus riding his sleigh.

Becoming increasingly adept, I had now completed the sixth application of the glaze

. After carefully examining the blue-and-white dragon-patterned plum vase under normal light several times, I could finally confirm that the repair work was complete.

Now, even from a distance, the blue-and-white dragon-patterned plum vase exuded beauty and pleasing luster; upon

closer inspection, unless one knew where the repairs had been done, it would be difficult to spot any subtle differences.

I ran my hand over the repaired areas of the plum vase. The glaze had a texture reminiscent of glutinous rice, and the thick application of cobalt blue ink

created a slightly uneven feel. The interior of the porcelain body was smooth and flawless...

exactly like the characteristics of authentic Yuan blue and white porcelain from the Zhizheng period.

"Phew..." I let out a long sigh. The results of a hard night's work were fantastic, and this sense of accomplishment

eased my fatigue.

I checked the time; it was already 6:30 in the morning.

Perhaps because I was too tired last night, there was still no sound from Lingxin and Qianzhi's room.

I used my hearing to check; the two beautiful girls were breathing deeply and soundly, sleeping peacefully.

I meditated for a while and then washed up. It was only 7:30, but the little beauties were still not

awake , making me realize that they were more nervous than I had imagined yesterday.

What should I have for breakfast?

On mornings without the little beauties around, I usually eat very simple food, but thinking of Qianzhi, that little glutton,

I knew I wouldn't be able to get away with anything less than making something delicious.

After thinking for a moment, I simply took a piece of pork from the freezer, rinsed it under running water, and then took out some

flour , mixed it with warm water, kneaded it well, and set it aside to ferment.

While waiting, I also took out a head of cabbage, washed it, and chopped it into small pieces. At the same time, I prepared

an egg, ginger, scallions, garlic, and a string of other seasonings.

By this time, the pork was almost thawed; it was a gift from Tendo Shumei. Apparently,

the farms are the best for making fillings for barbecue, steamed buns, dumplings, and so on.

I chopped the pork into fine mince on the cutting board, and no matter how much I tried to control the sound, there was still a slight "thump, thump, thump" sound,

which was unavoidable.

Supermarkets have meat grinders, and some people have simple ones at home, but minced meat can't

compare to the aroma of hand-chopped meat. You can taste the difference when you combine the two flavors.

Therefore, at slightly more refined banquets, the minced meat is definitely hand-chopped.

"Creak..."

The guest room door opened, and Lingxin, wearing a thin sweater and jeans, came out. Slightly tired, she

greeted me, "Junxiong, good morning..."

"Good morning!"

I looked up. "Go take a shower, then come help me make dumplings."

Lingxin carefully looked at the ingredients beside me, smiled slightly, but instead of hurrying to the bathroom, she turned back

to her room. A groan came from inside, followed by a loud, coquettish cry. The

elegant and pure-looking girl ran out of the room laughing, while inside, Asagi, whose sweet dreams had been disturbed, cursed Lingxin as

a bad person .

But once dreams are disturbed, how can they continue? The lively and charming girl could only grumble as she got up,

dressed, and followed Lingxin. After washing up, the two energetic girls came to the

long counter in the kitchen.

I had already mixed the minced meat, cabbage, and seasonings together; I was rolling out thin, round

dumpling wrappers.

"Do you know how to make dumplings?" I asked while working.

"Hmph, you underestimate me!" Asagi said dismissively, "I made

dumplings myself when I was in America!"

Lingxin nodded, "When I'm at home, I also help my mom make dumplings at the market."

"Okay, let's get started!" I pointed to the dumpling wrappers next to us, "The hot water is almost ready, you can put them in after you

've filled ."

"Okay!"

The girls were very interested in making their own breakfast, so they quickly grabbed the dumpling wrappers, picked up the meat filling with chopsticks, and

started wrapping.

Lingxin's skills were naturally fast and good, because she never boasted. Since she often made dumplings at home, her

skills were never bad.

But Qianzhi was different. No matter how I looked at her, it looked like she was making shumai. The little girl put the meat filling in,

then pinched all the dumpling wrappers together, and that was it... well, maybe it was a miniature version of

a bun .

Seeing our amused expressions, the lively and charming girl blushed, "What are you looking at? These are

the dumplings I made! If you don't like them, don't eat them later, I'll eat them all by myself..."

"Pfft..."

This time, Lingxin couldn't help but giggle.

Asagi was so angry she gritted her teeth. She smeared flour on the work surface and then smeared it all over Ayaka's

face , making her look like a cat covered in flour.

"Hahaha..."

I couldn't help but laugh when I saw Ayaka's appearance.

The elegant and pure girl was extremely embarrassed. Taking advantage of Asagi's smugness, she also smeared flour on Asagi's

face. Back and forth, the two beautiful girls giggled and played together.

As a result of their play, we didn't get to eat our "rebellion" until nine o'clock in the morning.

There are usually two ways to eat dumplings: steamed dumplings and boiled dumplings, but steamed dumplings are more suitable as a snack, so we only

boiled dumplings.

Looking at the steaming dumplings coming out of the pot, three different dipping sauces were already laid out on the table. The aroma was irresistible, and

the girls couldn't help but feel their mouths water.

The teacher said that Ayaka's dumplings were similar to mine, pretty and compact; the ones she made were a bit twisted after boiling

, like a big octopus, which even she herself was a little embarrassed about.

"Come on, let's eat!"

I smiled slightly and picked up my chopsticks first.

"Okay, let's eat!"

With the two beauties echoing my words, I ate the first dumpling that Lingxin had made.

After swallowing it in a few bites, I picked up a dumpling that Qianzhi had made and put it in my mouth.

"How is it? How is it?"

The two beauties looked at me with concern.

I nodded: "Not bad, keep up the good work next time!"

Hearing the praise, Lingxin and Qianzhi both showed their beautiful smiles. They quickly picked up a

dumpling , dipped it in the sauce, and began to savor it carefully.

"Ah, it's so hot...so much juice..."

"Yeah, it's just like eating soup dumplings..."

"The meat is very chewy, but not too tough! So delicious!"

"The cabbage balances it out, the oil content is just right, it's fragrant and delicious..."

The two beauties praised me as they ate. It had become a habit for them to praise

me every time they ate a meal, which made me feel quite satisfied.

The two large plates of dumplings were finished by the three of us in no time.

This was even with me barely eating anything; the two beauties each ate at least twenty pieces.

Noodles are prone to swelling, and while they tasted delicious, afterward, Ayaka and Asahi could only stroll slowly

around the dining table and living room.

It was only then that they noticed the blue-and-white porcelain vase with a dragon motif on the living room table.

"Junxiong, how much longer until it's finished repairing?" Asahi asked

casually .

"It's already finished," I said gently, cleaning the kitchen. "Now, use a magnifying glass to check for

any parts."

"Oh, it's all repaired?"

A hint of heartache flashed in Ayaka's eyes. "Since it didn't take much time, you should have done it in the morning, instead of

staying up all night..."

"It's alright, it's easier to concentrate on these delicate tasks at night," I smiled.

Asahi chuckled and whispered in her ear, "Alright, alright, you're already bossing people around before you're even married?"

The elegant and pure girl's expression remained unchanged as she reached out and pinched Asahi's pert buttocks.

"Ah..." The lively and charming girl jumped up in pain.

"What's wrong?" I quickly looked over and saw Asahi covering her little bottom, glaring at Ayaka with hatred.

"N-nothing!"

Asahi wouldn't say something so embarrassing; her only target of hatred was Ayaka. She then lowered

her voice said to Ayaka, "You brat, you dare pinch me? Believe me, I'll expose you!"

Ayaka suspected that I was Dr. Nak, and that Asahi knew about my connection to the Holy War Group.

Now she was using this as leverage, the elegant and pure girl could only surrender. "Okay, okay, my

Miss Asahi, little Ayaka was wrong..."

"Please forgive me!" Asahi patted her beautiful bottom and said arrogantly.

"Hmm, Miss Asahi, please forgive my mistake. Next time, I'll let you hit me back, okay?"

Ayaka didn't care about anything else at this moment. It would be embarrassing if this little girl really revealed her secret, and now

was not the time to say it.

"That's more like it!" Asagi said with satisfaction. "Go, Ayaka, bring me the magnifying glass."

"Okay..." Ayaka quickly ran to the workbench.

The two little beauties huddled together whispering, which I didn't hear, but judging from their giggling expressions, they were

obviously being mischievous again. Don't

let Ayaka's gentle and docile nature fool you; she still has a playful side,

as we could see from our previous interactions.

They're different from the bickering duo of Haru and Eri, but no matter what kind of girl group they are, they're always

a beautiful sight!

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