Yan Aohan pointed to the first room on the right. "This room is mine. The one in the middle is yours." She looked at Zhu Yanyi with great seriousness.
Zhu Yanyi glanced sideways at her. "Why? It feels like you planned this long ago." She deliberately ignored her earlier mention of "our home."
Yan Aohan did not answer. She just smiled and led Zhu Yanyi to a wall in the living room. A painting hung there. She reached behind it and pressed a hidden button. Suddenly, a decorative panel on the wall slowly lowered, revealing a staircase. "The button is behind the painting. Come, I will show you your laboratory and my practice chamber upstairs."
Zhu Yanyi raised her eyebrows slightly. The design was very advanced. Although similar designs existed in later times, she felt this one was more intricate. It seemed to be a traditional craft passed down from ancient times. Looking at the stairs, she saw that every step was carved with great detail. No wonder it blended so well with the wall earlier.
The layout on the seventh floor was simple. Large blocks of explosion-proof opaque glass separated the rooms.
"This is your laboratory." Yan Aohan led Zhu Yanyi into the room on the left. It was fully equipped with various instruments. Basically, every instrument that could be obtained was here.
Yan Aohan pointed to a metal pipe. "This pipe connects directly to biogas. If you do not use an alcohol lamp and need an external flame, you can use this."
"So, our kitchen also uses biogas?" Zhu Yanyi asked directly.
Yan Aohan nodded. "Yes. I had people build a special biogas pool. It is convenient and saves the trouble of refilling gas cylinders."
"Okay." Zhu Yanyi nodded. She did not care whether it was biogas or coal gas. As long as it could connect to an external flame, it was fine.
Zhu Yanyi walked around, looked at the instruments, and said satisfiedly, "You thought of everything. The instruments here are complete."
Yan Aohan smiled lightly. "Of course they must be complete. How else would you do your experiments?" He then walked out and opened the door to the right. "This is my practice chamber. There are many books inside. You can read them if you want."
"Aren't there books in the study?" Zhu Yanyi did not care where she read, but she did not understand why the books were separated.
Yan Aohan smiled lightly. "Although there are many books in the study, many of the books here are lost classics."
Zhu Yanyi looked closely. Indeed, many books were old and worn, but they had been repaired. It was clear that Yan Aohan had done the repair work. "Did you do this?"
"Many of these books were bought from markets. They were damaged when I got them, so I repaired them. Be careful when reading them." Yan Aohan said only this.
"You are so careless." These books were clearly antiques, each worth a fortune. Yet Yan Aohan left them here so casually.
Yan Aohan answered seriously, "Books are meant to be read." Then he added, "Is anything missing? I will have people bring it tomorrow."
"Not really. I think it is quite complete." Zhu Yanyi answered seriously. She was not lying; it really was complete.