An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

Ilsa's expression stiffened for a moment, then she turned her head to stare at him:

"So that's how you've always seen me, haven't you? A nagging, nosy old woman."

“You really are like a mother to me,” Ya Feng said earnestly.

"Who wants to be a mother?"

"Ilsa doesn't want to be a mother?" Hikaru asked, looking up with a hint of disappointment.

“Uh… Hikari, that’s not what I meant…” Ilsa said again.

She sighed, turned her head back, looked at the utensils in front of her, and pursed her lips.

Now, it seems that Ya Feng will answer any question truthfully...

In other words, you can learn things from him that you didn't know before...

She squeezed the stirring stick in her hand and asked softly.

"Ya Feng..."

"Ok?"

"How...do you really see me?" Ilsa asked softly, her head down, not even looking at him.

"view?"

"Um..."

Ya Feng opened his mouth, then spoke directly:

"Do I even need to ask? I've always liked you the most."

Ilsa didn't look up; instead, she lowered her head even further.

"Ilsa, what's wrong?" Ya Feng leaned closer, bent down, and tilted his head to look at her face, finding it as red as an apple.

"Mind your own business! You idiot!" Ilsa said, looking up in embarrassment and annoyance.

Chapter 112 Ilsa's Strange Associations

It was early morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Elina woke up from her sleep, her eyes still blurry as she looked at the clock on the wall; it was exactly 5:30.

This is her biological clock, which she has developed over a long period of time. She gets up at 5:30 every day, without missing a minute.

Looking down, Hikaria was still hugging him, her head buried in his chest, fast asleep.

Even though this child is so grown up, he still sleeps the same way he did when he was little.

Elena smiled helplessly.

Gently moving Hikaria's arm away, she got up and tiptoed to the bathroom.

Elves have a habit of getting up early to bathe, so they can start their day with a fresh look.

Water droplets slid down her fair skin, dripping softly. Although Alina was not young by human standards, her body was still as tender as a child's, even more so than her daughter's.

After finishing her shower, Elina stood in front of the mirror, drying her hair and body.

"I think I've gained a little weight. I should probably watch my diet a bit more lately..." She pinched her tummy.

My fingers slid through the damp strands of hair, and with a little magic, they instantly dried them, leaving them soft and smooth, hanging down behind my hips.

I changed into dry clothes, and because it was a holiday, I dressed a little more formally than usual, and even put on a fluffy headband.

Feeling refreshed, I left the bathroom, went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, tiptoed, took out a bottle of milk, poured it into a cup to heat it, and then gulped it down in one go.

She wiped the "white mustache" from her upper lip and let out a long breath.

"...Okay, then..."

Elena went to the corner of the bedroom, looking nervous.

There was a height chart in the corner. She stood on it, and then the measuring stick above her fell down and rested on her head.

"Hmm...142...8...sigh, I've grown three millimeters taller than last week!" She happily clenched her fist and laughed.

"Mom..." Hikaria got up at this moment, still wearing her pajamas loosely, and came to the living room rubbing her eyes.

"XiXi, Mommy wants to tell you something! I measured my height this morning, and I've grown three millimeters! I'll definitely be 143cm tall soon!" Elina said happily as she approached Hikaria.

Hikaria looked at her mother's excited expression and smiled helplessly: "Mom must have tiptoed a little."

"No way! I was standing perfectly fine!" Elina pouted.

"Alright, congratulations, Mom. But you should get ready soon, as you have a community gathering this morning and a visit to Teacher Ya Feng's house this afternoon."

"Okay!

Elena and her daughter brushed their teeth and washed their faces together, then went to the living room. They had already packed the gifts for their neighbors the night before.

Most of them are small items. The people living in this apartment are not wealthy, so giving them expensive gifts would make them feel guilty. So the thought is what counts.

but...

She picked up the largest gift box, which was intended for Ya Feng and was something she had prepared separately. Next to it was another gift, for his so-called "wife."

But after Zeshita's private conversation with her last time, Elina had a hunch that there might be a more complex relationship between Afeng and the Dragon King. Therefore, she couldn't say anything carelessly about this during their next meeting.

She touched the gift box, feeling a little nervous.

I wonder if that gentleman will like this gift.

...

Ya Feng groggily woke up from the recliner in the basement. He looked at the time and it was already 7:30. He glanced at the extraction table and realized that the removal agent was still a little short of being extracted.

He yawned, sat up, lowered his head, and then said involuntarily:

"Ugh, I'm fed up with having to go through this every morning. It's so uncomfortable."

He had barely finished speaking when he saw Ilsa standing at the door with breakfast in hand, looking at him with a speechless expression and her lips pursed.

"I really can't help it. Every man has these thoughts when he wakes up in the morning, he just hasn't said them out loud," Ya Feng couldn't help but say again.

After saying that, I wanted to slap myself. It was one thing to say it out loud, but this explanation only dragged me further into trouble. But there was nothing I could do; now, even the slightest thought in my mind would be revealed.

Ilsa pretended not to hear what he said and placed the plate on the side table.

"Let's eat."

“Ilsa’s mother is so kind.”

"If you can't help but reveal your thoughts for now, just cast a silencing spell on yourself."

"Ah no, that was what I was going to say anyway," Ya Feng said, taking a bite of bacon.

Ilsa glared at him fiercely, then turned her attention back to the extraction station.

“We should be done in another hour,” she said.

"Sigh, at least I can finally stop being so outspoken," Ya Feng sighed.

"Now I'm afraid I might accidentally take what I took from you last time, Ilsa... umm..."

Ya Feng immediately covered his mouth tightly.

Ilsa glared at him immediately and came up to him.

"What did you take from me last time!?"

"Waaah!" Ya Feng desperately covered his mouth and shook his head.

Ilsa immediately tried to pry his hands off, wanting him to speak, but she was no match for Ya Feng's strength.

“Tell me—what exactly did you take from me?!” Ilsa forcefully pried his hands apart, her body leaning backward.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!" Ya Feng made indistinct sounds, but still refused to give in no matter what.

Suddenly, Ilsa thought of something, let go of his hand, and immediately started tickling Ya Feng's waist.

"Oh my gosh!"

When his ticklish spot was tickled, Ya Feng immediately lost his composure, burst out laughing, and released his grip, blurting out:

"I used your hand cream, Ilsa, to groom Little Grey last time!"

Ilsa paused, looked at him, then sighed helplessly, as if she had lost interest, and turned back to continue observing the extraction platform.

Ya Feng looked at her.

"Ilsa, aren't you angry?"

“Because it seems so normal for you, there’s absolutely no need to be angry,” Ilsa said calmly.

"Then... what do you think I would do that would be abnormal?" Ya Feng asked curiously.

“That would at least be my inner…” Ilsa stopped mid-sentence, pursing her lips and saying nothing more.

"What of yours?"

"Idiot! Go brush your teeth right after you finish eating!"

"So what do you think I'm going to do to you?"

"Go brush your teeth!" Ilsa said, her little face flushed red with embarrassment and annoyance.

It's all Ya Feng's fault... and Betty's too! They've messed up my brain, and all I can think about are weird and strange things!

Chapter 113 A Gathering of Two Families

After brushing his teeth, Ya Feng returned and began tidying up the alchemy table.

Although Ilsa was using the alchemy table last night, she still left herself some space to make spirit-enchanting potions. In one night, she still managed to make nine bottles of spirit-enchanting potions.

They were all carefully stored in a box, with the intention of selling them later.

“By the way, since you, Ilsa, are so skilled in alchemy, I’ll prepare a more advanced alchemy lab for you later,” Ya Feng said.

“This is enough for now… I’m not some kind of master, too much equipment would just be superfluous,” Ilsa said.

"Uh, is this what they mean by 'bad students have too many stationery'?" Ya Feng thought to himself.

He finished tidying up the enchanting potions and then noticed the enchanting stone on the table.

"Oh, we need to pack this up quickly too." Ya Feng picked it up.

"What is that enchanted stone?" Ilsa asked curiously.

"This is a gift for Mrs. Elina's field trip festival, a transformation enchantment stone," Ya Feng said.

"A disguise enchantment stone?" Ilsa's eyes widened slightly, revealing a clear look of anticipation.

"Hmm?" Ya Feng raised his eyebrows. "Ilsa, you want one too?"

“I don’t care, it’s not a necessity.” Ilsa turned her head away again.

"Sigh, Ilsa is so cute when she says she doesn't care but is actually really concerned. She makes such a fussy face," Ya Feng said.

Ilsa blushed slightly and glared at him: "I find your unrestrained speech increasingly annoying."

“Don’t worry, since you want one too, I’ll make one for you later,” Ya Feng said.

Ilsa looked at him, pursed her lips, turned her head away, and whispered:

"Well, thank you..."

"Also, it would be great if you could add a nude apron to your cross-dressing."

She finally spoke her mind.

“Ya Feng…” Ilsa clenched her fists and her eyes twitched.

Ya Feng carefully wrapped the gift for Elina, and when he returned, the potion was almost ready.

"Alright, drink it now,"

Ilsa handed him the removal potion.

Ya Feng picked it up and gulped it down.

Sweet and sour,