The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: Fried Tofu
 

Small wooden house, breakfast time.

“This white stuff is soy milk, and it would taste better with a bit of sugar, but we don’t have the right kind of sugar, so let’s drink it as is.”

“This is tofu pudding, it should be topped with a bit of sauce, but we don’t have any, so we’ll just make do.”

After finishing her introduction, Shutong herself picked up a cup of soy milk, which was mellow and rich.

She didn’t particularly like it, but she didn’t really dislike it either, so she simply drank a bowl and didn’t drink more.

“It’s okay.”

The others also picked up their bowls and started to taste this new food.

Among them, Ha Ha acted the fastest, taking a big gulp, but right after that, his eyes bulged, his cheeks puffed up, and he kept mumbling.

Taking one look, Shutong knew he didn’t like it, and pointed towards the stream, “Go further away.”

Like he had been granted a reprieve, Ha Ha dashed out and spat out the white soy milk.

That wasn’t the end of it; he crouched by the stream, dunked his head into the water, and gurgled as he rinsed his mouth, taking a good while before returning.

After coming back, Ha Ha wiped his face hard, looking like a warrior about to head into battle, his expression solemn and as if he was about to make a noble sacrifice, then picked up the bowl of soy milk again.

“Ha Ha, what are you doing?” Shutong pressed down on Ha Ha’s wrist with a finger.

Ha Ha tilted his head and said to Shutong, “Good person gives, Ha Ha drinks.”

“I couldn’t hold back just now. This time I’m prepared.”

The silly Ha Ha tried to lift his wrist forcefully, but it didn’t budge.

“Ha Ha, if you don’t like it, you don’t have to drink it. It’s okay.” Shutong pushed hard with a finger, and Ha Ha’s bowl landed with a thud on the table.

Ha Ha stared fixedly at the bowl, then looked up at Shutong.

“You’re really nice, even nicer than the Commander. The Commander even forced Ha Ha to drink nutrient liquid.”

Ha Ha didn’t realize the strength in Shutong’s hands, feeling purely moved and happy.

“Of course.”

Shutong unapologetically received Ha Ha’s even more touched gaze.

Beside her, Fu Yunhe lifted his bowl of soy milk, shielding his brows and eyes as he rolled his eyes spectacularly.

Silly Wolf!

He himself had forced him to drink nutrient liquid back on the battlefield! If he hadn’t drunk it, he would have been dead.

“Beauty likes it?” Shutong looked at Fu Yunhe, who had been holding the bowl of soy milk and hadn’t put it down for a long time.

“I like it very much.” Fu Yunhe really liked it; he was already on his second bowl.

“Then drink more.” Shutong served another bowl for Fu Yunhe.

Fu Yunhe looked into the bowl of soy milk, then at Shutong, wondering if this was to fill him up with water.

What could he do? Given by Shutong, he’d drink even poison with a smile.

The others at the meal had a high acceptance of soy milk, not reacting like Ha Ha, but also not as fond as Fu Yunhe.

As for the tofu pudding, even though there was no sauce, it wasn’t bad in itself, and everyone liked it even more.

During breakfast, aside from Ha Ha who ate a basin of rice by himself, everyone had a fair amount of soy products.

After breakfast, Shutong continued building the house, Ha Ha cleared the fields, and Zhang Hui and her son continued picking beans.

Fu Yunhe took the barley seeds to the trough that Rubble had finally prepared to cultivate barley malt.

Wang Fusan and his sons left two children to lay bricks while Wang Fu helped Shutong build the house.

But after he arrived, he realized he had overestimated his abilities; he seemed unable to help in any way.

Alone, Shutong was like a combination of modern machinery such as excavators and cranes.

She lifted a log single-handedly with ease.

Wang Fu came quietly and went back quietly, feeling that paving roads was still more suitable for him; being here, other than getting in the way, had no other benefit.

The day passed quickly, and it was 7 p.m. by evening.

Tonight, Fu Yunhe would continue live streaming, and the content was the pan-fried tofu he had been practicing all afternoon.

Thanks to Fu Yunhe’s practice, the people in the small wooden house had tofu all day, which wasn’t wasted as he managed to get the hang of it somewhat.

At seven in the evening, the live stream started on time.

“Hello, everyone, today we’re making a new dish, pan-fried tofu.”

“Let me show you. This square white food made from soybeans is called tofu.”

[Ha Ha Ha I’m first!]

[No chestnuts! I want chestnuts!]

[Right, I’m just fighting for a portion of chestnuts for our Chunchun.]

[Chestnuts! Chestnuts! Chestnuts!]

[I want sweet chestnuts.]

[ This tofu looks so soft and unappetizing.]

[Same as above, it’s white and seems tasteless.]

[Want chestnuts! Not tofu!]

[Want chestnuts! Not tofu!]

The chat in the live stream synchronously chanted the slogans.