The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Chapter 154: Chapter 154: Give a Push

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“Nian Shutong, dinner is ready.”

Fu Yunhe was the first to see her, coming to the stream, where the two of them looked at each other from opposite banks. He asked, puzzled, “Not hungry today?”

The most enthusiastic person about meal times was always Ha Ha, followed by Nian Shutong, of course.

He was also very eager, just more composed about it.

“Don’t you think, if I were hungry, I wouldn’t look for food? Must I come back home hungry?”

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Come back home?

The word “home” made Fu Yunhe’s heart warm, and he smiled like a spring breeze, shaking his head at the other bank.

“Of course not, what I mean is that your status is so high, we wouldn’t dare to eat without you.”

Nian Shutong laughed at Fu Yunhe’s words, ran across the bridge, came to his side, and asked mysteriously, “Where’s Rubble?”

“He’s ready and waiting for you to make him something tasty.”

Nian Shutong’s eyes twinkled, she patted Fu Yunhe’s arm and ran off saying, “Let’s go eat.”

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“Rubble! Rubble!”

Rubble, who had been seated at the kitchen table, stood up immediately and looked toward the approaching Nian Shutong.

“Ms. Nian Shutong, Rubble is waiting for you.”

“I know, I’m going to make you something tasty.” Nian Shutong proceeded mysteriously to the table, and once everyone had gathered, she spoke to Rubble.

“Rubble, you said that when members of the Mechanical Clan upgrade, it’s like having a birthday.”

“And now, here on Blue Star, where we live, there’s an old tradition that on your birthday, you should eat a bowl of longevity noodles, with one single noodle, which you must not bite through, but eat in one go.”

At this moment, Nian Shutong took out the bowl of longevity noodles, carefully holding it and placing it on the table.

“I made it with chicken broth, very tasty.”

“Rubble, happy birthday, wishing you health and longevity, and may you soon fulfill your mission to continue the Mechanical Clan.”

After speaking, Nian Shutong offered a pair of chopsticks to Rubble, who didn’t take them even after a while.

Looking up, she saw everyone around her with red eyes. What’s the matter? Did everyone get poisoned?

How could there be any poisoning with her, the poison ancestor, around?

“Ms. Nian Shutong, Rubble is going to die, I’m leaking,” said Rubble, his fingers touching the tears at the corner of his eyes, startling himself. What was this?

Rubble’s action made Nian Shutong stand up immediately and say, “Are you sure it’s a leak, not bleeding or something? I don’t even know what color your blood is?”

Fu Yunhe, seeing that Nian Shutong completely misunderstood, stepped forward and said to Rubble first, “Rubble, you’re not going to die, it’s just a few tears, they’ll be gone soon.”

“Nian Shutong, he is moved, not dying.”

“Let’s not all just stand here, let’s eat.”

Everyone sat down at Fu Yunhe’s prompting.

Nian Shutong took her seat somewhat enlightened. Moved? She had done something that touched them?

Wasn’t it just a bowl of noodles?

Today’s meal was the first bite for Rubble because he was having noodles.

“Remember Rubble, don’t bite through it, finish it in one go,” Nian Shutong added, mainly thinking it wouldn’t please her if the effort she’d made was spoilt.

Rubble nodded solemnly, expertly picking up one end of the noodle with his chopsticks, and slurping.

The noodle kept coming, uninterrupted.

Ha Ha, watching from the side, was mesmerized. Such a long noodle!

Rubble finally finished the last bite, feeling light and wonderfully comfortable all over.

“Tasty.”

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A compliment of deliciousness brought a content smile to Ms. Nian Shutong as she picked up her chopsticks, calling everyone to eat.

The dinner she had prepared tonight was indeed lavish.

Rubble had been looking forward to the potato chicken stew, steamed eggs, cabbage stewed with pork, and minced meat with green pepper tofu. These four dishes had for the first time left him speechless, focusing solely on eating.

Nian Shutong held a bowl of rice, curiously examining Rubble’s body, unable to spot any changes. Where had the upgrade happened?

And she was very curious, did Rubble need to use the restroom after eating?

Fu Yunhe watched Nian Shutong’s sneaky glances, the amusement clear in his eyes. She felt she hadn’t done much—a bowl of noodles, and she had worked on it all afternoon.

Only she would really just become one with a bowl of noodles.

The purity of Nian Shutong wasn’t the foolish kind like Ha Ha’s, but one with discernment and strength. It made those around her feel completely safe and at ease, providing a strong sense of cohesion.

She would surely make an exceptionally qualified Planet Master.

The meal opened a new world for Rubble. Fully satiated, he finally caught Nian Shutong’s examining gaze.

“Ms. Nian Shutong, why are you looking at Rubble?”

“Ah?” Caught in the act, Nian Shutong showed no embarrassment as she directly asked, “Rubble, where does your food go after you eat? Do you need to use the toilet?”

“You can see for yourself,” Rubble replied, his body suddenly lighting up.

The red and blue lights illuminated certain organs in his body, making them transparent, like a clear CT scan.

“This is Rubble’s stomach… After digestion, it becomes nutrients that feed Rubble’s entire body. This is the bladder, where some impurities are expelled…”

For the first time, Nian Shutong found a science lesson so interesting. It was truly magical.

It was something she had never seen in her life.

After the meal, under the darkness of night and the glow of street lamps,

a group of people sat in front of the kitchen, listening to Rubble’s science lesson. After he finished, they chatted on about various topics.

Unknowingly, each person grabbed a few chestnuts or a cucumber, or a tomato to snack on.

Under the vast starry sky, they chatted and laughed idly.

That night, though Nian Shutong did not engage in Cultivation, she felt her Dao Heart had become somehow more rounded.

The small wooden house had spent a night of relaxation and pleasure, but on Star Network, the scene was bustling.

Someone initiated a challenge: “Did you make dumplings today?”

Of course, this mainly targeted those who could afford it, as the price of flour was not something everyone could bear.

But it was precisely these more affluent people, mostly celebrities or influencers, who posted the results of their dumpling-making on their Star Blog, Star Micro, and other accounts.

Naturally, not everyone was like Rubble; in fact, most people were like Nian Shutong, making quite ugly dumplings.

And the funniest part was that on Star Network, people started to vote for the ugliest dumpling someone had made.

Someone had taken pictures of celebrities’ dumplings and picked the top three for netizens to vote on the ugliest one.

In the end, He Xinchun’s account came out on top; he hadn’t expected that joining in the fun would bring him so much popularity.

The buzz continued on Star Network, and the reputation of dumplings grew ever larger, to the extent that this day was even named Dumpling Day.

As a result, Fu Yunhe’s live stream and Nian Shutong’s small shop were brought to the peak of popularity.

Unfortunately, both of them had to wait another day to go live, leaving many people’s impatient hearts itching.

One could imagine how many would tune in on the day of the broadcast.

In an office, Yu Zeming flicked a finger, and the virtual screen went dark.

He leaned back in his chair completely, hands clasped behind his head, muttering to himself, “This should add a nice touch.”

He had deliberately learned this expression, waiting here just to give a push.

Thus far, it seemed very successful.

He wondered if he could exchange dumplings with Little River Live.