## Chapter 20: Sending Items to the Modern World
When the Shen family noticed several refugees moving closer toward them, the male members of the Shen family immediately stood up. Seeing this, those refugees instantly lost the nerve to approach any further.
Once Mrs. Shen made sure that the fish soup in the pot was fully cooked, she quickly told everyone to hurry up and divide the fish soup and fish meat among themselves.
Although those refugees hadn’t come over again, nobody knew if other refugees smelling the aroma would wander over later.
It was best to quickly eat the fish soup and fish meat into their stomachs so that there would be no fragrance left to attract other refugees.
Gathering around the iron wok, the Shen family members used long, slender bamboo tubes to scoop up the fish soup from the pot and poured it into the large bamboo tubes holding their cooked rice.
Too rushed to care that the fish soup was scalding hot or that fish bones might get stuck in their throats, everyone gulped down the fish soup and ate the fish meat in large mouthfuls.
Seeing that everyone in the family had scooped up their share of fish soup and there was still some left in the pot, little Guaibao tilted her head up to look at Mrs. Shen. “Grandma, can the leftover fish soup in the pot be given to Brother Lu to taste?”
Mrs. Shen paused for a moment before realizing that the “Brother Lu” little Guaibao kept mentioning was the “Wok Immortal” who had given them food.
So the “Wok Immortal” had the surname Lu.
Without a moment of hesitation, Mrs. Shen nodded. “Of course. But Guaibao, how are you going to give the fish soup to the Wok Immortal?”
Little Guaibao thought about it and said, “Guaibao doesn’t know either, but Brother Lu should know!”
With that, little Guaibao looked toward the large iron wok and called out loudly in her mind, “Brother Lu! Brother Lu, are you there?”
Hearing the conversation between Mrs. Shen and little Guaibao, Wang Juhua couldn’t help rolling her eyes. “The Wok Immortal has all the food in the world; why would he care about fish soup we didn’t even add salt to!”
“Mom, if nobody else wants the remaining fish soup, give it to me!”
As she spoke, Wang Juhua reached out, intending to scoop all the leftover fish soup into her own rice-filled bamboo tube.
However, the moment her hand extended, a chopstick came down with a sharp *thwack* from Mrs. Shen, forcing her hand to snap back.
Rubbing the burning red back of her hand where the chopstick had struck, Wang Juhua turned to look at Shen Fu beside her, hoping he would speak up for her.
Instead, she saw Shen Fu and her four sons all looking at her with expressions of disapproval.
Shen Fu even glared right at her as he said, “If it weren’t for the Wok Immortal, we would have starved to death long ago. Do you really have to be so greedy for this single bite?”
Old Man Shen also said in an icy tone, “Third Sister-in-law, your mother and I have seen all the foolish things you’ve pulled in the past, but we simply couldn’t be bothered to lecture you.”
“Given the current situation, if you dare offend the Wok Immortal and end up getting our whole family killed, don’t blame your mother and me for letting Third Brother divorce his wife!”
Hearing this, Wang Juhua lowered her head and didn’t dare speak another word, though a flash of bitter resentment remained deep within her eyes.
Lu family’s old residence.
Lu Zhuoyuan was sitting on the floor cushioned by a handmade cashmere rug, piecing together a puzzle, when he suddenly heard little Guaibao’s voice ring out from the iron wok in the center of the room.
He immediately put down the puzzle pieces in his hand, walked over to the iron wok, and replied with his inner voice: “I’m here.”
Hearing Lu Zhuoyuan’s reply, little Guaibao turned to look at Mrs. Shen. “Grandma, Brother Lu told us to leave the fish soup in the pot and think in our minds about transferring the fish soup to him to try.”
This was because every time Lu Zhuoyuan sent items to little Guaibao, all he had to do was place the things inside the iron wok.
He had no idea if little Guaibao could send items from her side over to him…
After all, he had heard little Guaibao mention before that whenever the Shen family cooked porridge or meals, they used the large iron wok directly, yet the rice porridge inside the wok had never been transferred over to his side.
Hearing what little Guaibao said, Mrs. Shen immediately had the rest of the Shen family gather around the iron wok, focusing their thoughts on sending all the fish soup in the pot to the “Wok Immortal.”
The very next instant, the remaining fish soup in the iron wok completely vanished. The iron wok was as spotless as if it had just been rinsed out with clean water!
Seeing the fish soup that had suddenly appeared inside the iron wok, Lu Zhuoyuan immediately trotted on his short little legs to the kitchen to fetch his specialized soup spoon.
When he ran back to his room holding the soup spoon, he was completely unaware of the tall figure following closely behind him…