The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Chapter 123: Chapter 123 Preparation of Soy Sauce Additional Release 1
 

“Dinner’s ready!”

The pleasant voice prompted Ha Ha to drop his shovel and scamper off toward the kitchen in delight.

Nian Shutong was just a tad slower than Ha Ha as she followed behind him, calling out.

“Wash your hands! Wash your hands!”

Ha Ha, who had already crossed the bridge, turned around and squatted by the creek to wash his hands.

Once everyone took their seats, they all waited for Nian Shutong’s action, a habit that had been established.

Nian Shutong picked up her chopsticks, grabbed a dumpling filled with cucumber and egg, and announced to everyone, “Let’s eat.”

The piping hot dumplings were seized by chopsticks, hissing and Ha Ha-ing into mouths.

Those tasting flour for the first time were astonished.

The unique texture was slippery, springy, and full of depth.

Paired with the fresh, fragrant cucumber, the multiple flavors melded perfectly together.

At the table, only the shadows of chopsticks could be seen, each pick deft and fruitful.

“Delicious, the meat ones are delicious,” Ha Ha said as he gobbled down the green pepper pork dumplings, one after another, rapidly.

“All good,” Fu Yunhe remarked as he picked up another dumpling. Before he could pop it into his mouth, Nian Shutong teased him.

“All good? You don’t even pick the cucumber ones.”

“Heh… I noticed you liked cucumber ones,” he replied.

Across from him, the surprise in Nian Shutong’s eyes was evident. Was the beautiful sickly girl starting to joke around with him?

“Hmm, good eye power there, keep it up,” Nian Shutong chuckled in response without adding more.

Fu Yunhe picked another dumpling and, as he ate, the corners of his mouth widened a bit more than usual.

The current state of their relationship: certainly not husband and wife, at best friends, perhaps.

They were the sort of friends who hadn’t yet had deep late-night chats; to put it colloquially, more like… dining table friends.

And in this case, around an actual dining table.

After the meal of dumplings, it was nearly noon.

There were plenty of uncooked dumplings left over, set aside for Wang Fu and his son to cook and enjoy upon their return.

At this time, Nian Shutong didn’t proceed to clear the land, her mind on tinkering with something new.

Soy sauce and miso.

First step, preparation of tools.

She had already bought large urns, now neatly arranged in the newly built longhouse behind.

She also needed some lids, preferably bamboo ones.

And bamboo was something Nian Shutong had actually encountered, so she went for a spin in her Flying Device, returning with a video passed from Daodao to show to Rubble.

“Got it?”

“Got it.”

“Very good, I need twenty of them.”

“Rubble understands.”

Nian Shutong, looking at the increasingly cooperative Rubble, tapped his head with a satisfied pat and said, “Good boy! I’ll buy you some metal treats.”

Rubble touched his heart area, a bit confused. Why did his heart race a little faster every time Ms. Nian Shutong patted his head?

Was Rubble sick?

After a self-scan and finding no issues, Rubble remained puzzled but went back to work.

Meanwhile, Nian Shutong instructed Zhang Hui and her daughter to start boiling beans. They filled three large pots with beans, as a smaller pot would suffice for dinner.

“Xiao He, what are we live streaming tonight?”

Fu Yunhe spread his hands, an innocent tone in his voice.

“I’m just in charge of cooking, whatever you say goes. I just listen and do as told.”

Nian Shutong pursed her lips in agreement.

She tapped her nose twice, pondering. After a short contemplation, she spoke, “Let’s do a chestnut stewed chicken!”