The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Chapter 155: Chapter 155 Potato Harvest

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The next day, early morning.

This night was the first time Nian Shutong completely forwent cultivation and replaced it with sleep.

When she woke up, a ray of morning light spilled through the window into the room, and she shielded her eyes with her hand, lazily spreading her fingers and stretching.

“Ah—so comfortable!”

She sat up, her eyes adorably and bewilderingly unfocused, staring at a corner of the room for no particular reason.

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As for what she was looking at? She didn’t even know herself.

After about five minutes, Nian Shutong sat cross-legged on the bed and began her cultivation exercises to clear her head.

“I…

“I’ve leveled up!”

She, who had been at Foundation Establishment Level 4, had incredibly reached Foundation Establishment Level 9, and was very close to perfection, just one step away from refining a Golden Core.

“Who’s ever heard of leveling up through sleeping?” she was somewhat bewildered, but quickly accepted it happily—her strength had increased, which was great.

Feeling very pleased, Nian Shutong washed up and left the room, where Ha Ha, who had woken up early, was already waiting for her.

“Good person, morning. I’ve already cleaned up the insulated food storage warehouses.”

Nian Shutong looked towards the back right side of the small wooden house. From a distance, several insulated warehouses, each dozens of meters tall, were already scattered and standing there.

The trees nearby had been cut cleanly, and the ground had been compacted.

“Thank you, Ha Ha, for your hard work.”

“I’m not tired at all!” Ha Ha disagreed, looking at Nian Shutong.

Nian Shutong also understood and said with a smile, “Don’t worry, we still have a lot of work to do.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Ha Ha was already happily spinning around.

On the other hand, Fu Yunhe, who was busy in the kitchen, wiped his hands and called the two of them over for breakfast.

Incidentally, he handed the Space Button he bought to Nian Shutong, who casually passed it to Ha Ha, receiving a particularly touched gaze.

Fu Yunhe, standing beside her, felt underappreciated. Wasn’t it him who bought it? Why was only Nian Shutong being thanked?

“Xiao He, I’ll give you the money later,” Nian Shutong said, patting Fu Yunhe’s arm skillfully.

“Don’t! Your money makes me nervous.”

Nian Shutong looked at Fu Yunhe, somewhat disappointed, and said, “Ah… it’s not often that I want to spend some money. If that’s the case, then forget it, I can’t make you uncomfortable.”

Fu Yunhe gave a smile that was all teeth but no warmth, the meaning of his chuckle all too clear.

For breakfast, they had a new dish: thin pancakes.

The translucent pancakes were soft yet chewy, with a bit of green pepper and potato shreds in the middle, topped with a slice of smoked meat, all rolled up into a bundle. One bite and…

“Wow! This pancake is amazing.”

After Nian Shutong said this, she immediately took another big bite, her mouth busy eating, her hands quickly rolling up another one, not letting her mouth rest.

“Delicious, delicious,” Ha Ha found time to praise twice, which just shows how tasty it was.

“Rubble’s knowledge base is supplemented again.” Rubble’s nimble fingers made sure the edges of the rolled pancake were sharp and the corners precise, biting off half with each mouthful—a perfect half.

“Xiao He, I’ve discovered that your cooking talent is truly not bad,” Nian Shutong found time to praise Fu Yunhe and immediately took another rolled pancake into her mouth.

She had casually mentioned last night that she wanted to have noodles in the morning since she had kneaded a lot of dough for making noodles.

She had explained how to make these thin pancakes: spread the dough with oil, roll it thinly, then steam it over a pot.

She hadn’t expected to be able to eat them the very next morning.

It must be said that the feeling of getting to eat what she had mentioned the day before was pretty good.

Fu Yunhe’s movements were comparatively graceful, but his speed wasn’t slow at all.

“Thanks for the praise, I’ll keep working hard.”

Breakfast left everyone fully satisfied. Today, only one person went to dry salt, while the others followed Nian Shutong to the potato field to harvest potatoes.

Nian Shutong led the way, with the rest of the group following behind, ready to set off in high spirits.

She glanced over the group and saw Fu Yunhe, who was preparing to join them, and asked, “Are you going, too?”

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“I may not be able to pull them out, but I can certainly pick them up, and I’ll come back early to prepare lunch for you guys.”

Fu Yunhe wanted to take a look; this was their first harvest, even though he hadn’t contributed much.

“Fine! Do as you see fit, but if you start feeling out of breath, hurry back. You’re a protected asset, after all.”

As a protected asset, Fu Yunhe nodded solemnly. “Don’t worry, the main thing is to protect my face.”

“Pretty people are always smart.”

Nian Shutong, in high spirits, led the way to the potato field after walking for quite a while.

The deep green leaves were all neatly arranged in a small patch.

“Those with strength pull them up; those without use tools—be careful not to damage the potatoes. If any are damaged, put them to the side. The good ones go in one pile.”

After giving instructions, Nian Shutong looked over at the panting Fu Yunhe, whose small build didn’t seem to have improved much!

She figured he was probably here for nothing.

And the scrutinized Fu Yunhe felt the same.

He came just to tag along. But now, all he wanted to do was find a place to sit down. Forget about picking potatoes—he just hoped someone could “pick” him up and take him home.

He found a rock to sit on, observing the people working opposite him, each showing some joy.

The round potatoes were being gathered into a pile, not a trace of toxin among them.

Wang Fu’s family was surprised, but they honestly didn’t ask anything—just kept working.

Fu Yunhe wasn’t too surprised, just curious—how was this achieved?

Could it be possible that the entire interstellar could be toxin-free?

Nian Shutong had long known that these potatoes would be toxin-free after harvesting. She wasn’t too surprised, just amazed at how many there were.

On each plant, there were five or six potatoes, and each one was not small.

In Nian Shutong’s eyes, these weren’t just potatoes—these were money!

After about half an hour of work, Rubble walked over to Nian Shutong, looking somewhat aggrieved.

Without even lifting her head, Nian Shutong casually pointed at the still-resting Fu Yunhe and said, “Go on! Go find your half-brother from different parents.”

Rubble took a while to react to this statement, not quite understanding it. With a need for clarification, he sat beside Fu Yunhe.

“Xiao He, Ms. Nian Shutong said we are half-brothers from different fathers? What does that mean?”

Fu Yunhe, who had just been about to get up and start picking potatoes, glanced in Nian Shutong’s direction and said to Rubble, “I guess, she’s implying that we both look similarly frail.”

“Oh…” Rubble had a sudden realization but then disagreed, “Rubble may be weak, but I have a developed brain, and I’m much better looking than Xiao He.”

“Xiao He, you are just weak; we’re not the same.”

Ha-ha… Thanks for that.

Fu Yunhe didn’t continue the conversation with Rubble, instead, he stood up and went to help pick potatoes.

Might as well do something, or it’s a wasted trip. He had just stood up, preparing to bend over.

“All done.”

Done?

Fu Yunhe looked up and saw the entire field of potato plants had been cleared, a few people and robots working together efficiently.

But what exactly had he come for?

While he was hesitating whether to sit and wait or stand and wait, Ha Ha ran over.

“Here, to pick for you.”

Fu Yunhe watched as Ha Ha placed a potato a meter away from the pile, then lifted his head to look at Ha Ha.

“Our Commander said we should delight in helping others, especially a brother who shares the same pot.”

With that, Ha Ha even gave Fu Yunhe a look—granted they didn’t much resemble brothers, but he’d accept it begrudgingly.

“You wanted to pick potatoes, right?” Ha Ha nudged the lone potato on the ground with the tip of his foot.

At that moment, Fu Yunhe wanted to muster up the little spiritual power he had to knock Ha Ha out.

Hadn’t he taught him to read between the lines? How come he hadn’t learned that?