Chapter 50 Chapter Thirty-Nine

The next morning, Seldon used the intercom again.One of the reasons he was angry was that his stomach was empty. He tried to contact Sun Lord Fourteen, but was blocked unexpectedly. The man insisted that he should not disturb Sun Lord now. "Why not?" Seldon asked angrily. "There is no need to answer this question." A cold voice came back. "We were not brought here to be prisoners," Seldon said in the same icy voice, "nor to starve." "I'm sure you have a kitchen and plenty of food." "Yes, we do," said Seldon, "but I don't know how to use the kitchen equipment, and I don't know how to prepare the food—raw, fried, boiled, or grilled?"

"I don't believe you have no idea of ​​such a thing." Dors, who had been pacing up and down, reached out to grab the communication device, but Seldon pushed her hand away and whispered, "If a woman wants to talk to him, he will cut off the communication immediately." Then, he said to the intercom with a firmer tone: "Believe it or not, it has nothing to do with me. You send someone here immediately, someone who can improve our current situation, otherwise when I contact the Sun Lord Ten At four—I'll always find him, and you'll have to pay for it."

However, no one came until two hours later. (By this time Seldon was frantically waiting, and Dors, who had been trying to appease him, was almost desperate.) It was a young man with thin spots on his bald head.If he hadn't shaved, he might have had red hair. He had a few cauldrons with him, and he seemed about to say something, but he suddenly looked uneasy, and turned his back on Seldon in a panic. "Foreigner man," he was obviously upset, "your human fur hat is not adjusted properly." Seldon's patience was breaking, and he said, "I don't mind at all."

But Dors said quickly, "Let me adjust it, Harry, it's just a little higher here on the left." Then Seldon growled: "You may turn now, young man. What is your name?" "My name is Huiyun Five." The Myqu student replied in a hesitant tone, while turning around to look at Seldon cautiously. "I'm a novice, and I'll bring you a meal." He hesitated, and Yi said, "It's in my own kitchen, prepared by my woman, a foreign man." After he had placed the pot on the table, Seldon lifted one of the lids and leaned over suspiciously to sniff it.Then he looked up at Dors with a surprised look on his face. "You know, it smells really good."

Dors nodded: "That's right, I smelled it too." Hui Yunhui: "Now it's not as hot as it was just out of the oven, and it got colder on the way. You must have pots and pans." Dors then took out the necessary cutlery.After they had almost devoured their meal, Seldon felt that he was back in civilization again. Dors knew that leaving the young man alone with a woman would upset him, and that talking to him herself would upset him even more.So she took it for granted that it would be her job to carry pots and dishes into the kitchen and wash them—as long as she could figure out how to operate the dishwashing apparatus.

At the same time, Seldon asked about the local time, and immediately said with some embarrassment: "You mean——it's midnight?" "That's right, foreign man." Hui Yun said, "That's why it takes some time to satisfy your needs." Seldon suddenly understood why the Sun Lord could not be disturbed, and thought that Gray Cloud's woman had to get up in the middle of the night to prepare this meal for him, and his conscience suddenly felt uneasy. "I'm sorry," he said, "but we're foreigners and don't know how to use the kitchen and how to prepare food. Can you get someone to come and instruct us tomorrow morning?"

"The best arrangement I can make, foreign man," Huiyun said in a soothing tone, "is to send two sisters here. I ask you to forgive the inconvenience caused by the presence of women, but only they know these things .” Dors, who had just come out of the kitchen (forgetting her own identity in the male society of Myqusheng), said at this time: "It's okay, Huiyun, we are happy to host sisters." Huiyun looked at her quickly and anxiously, but said nothing. Seldon, convinced that the young Mythosan would refuse to admit to hearing what a woman said to him in the face of deep-rooted tradition, repeated, "It's all right, Gray Cloud, we're happy to host sisters."

His expression suddenly brightened: "I will let them come after dawn." When the gray cloud left, Seldon said with some satisfaction, "Sisters may be just what we need." "Really? How should I put it, Harry?" Dors asked. "Well, if we respect them and treat them as human beings, they will no doubt be very grateful, and will definitely tell the legend of Mequsheng." "If they knew," said Dors skeptically, "I don't quite believe that the Mythosan brothers would educate their women well."