The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Chapter 48: Chapter 48 Simple Kitchen

Ms. Nian Shutong listened to Fu Yunhe’s assurance and didn’t ask any further questions.

“If there’s an issue, we’ll talk about it then,” she continued to cook and explain.

“After soaking, you need to coat them with flour before frying, so let’s wait a bit,” Ms. Nian Shutong shook her hands and looked at the cutting board on the ground.

“Xiao He, I think we need a kitchen.”

“You’re going to build it yourself?”

A smile in her eyes, Ms. Nian Shutong gave Fu Yunhe a rare compliment as she watched him with one corner of her mouth curved up.

“I’ve realized that you’re not only beautiful, but more importantly, smart.”

“Hehe… I must have some strengths.” @@novelbin@@

Ms. Nian Shutong decided to go ahead with the task since the stuff she’d bought had not yet been delivered.

She walked to the right side of the small wooden house, intending to build a kitchen there, as to the left was a pile of rubble.

Ms. Nian Shutong measured the area with her footsteps, her mind split between looking at the construction knowledge Daodao had prepared for her.

She went upstream to the creek, and when she returned, she startled Rubble and left him puzzled.

“What race is Ms. Nian Shutong, exactly? Although not beautiful in appearance, she’s incredibly strong?”

Ms. Nian Shutong, who carried a rectangular stone on her shoulder, merely glanced at Rubble and breezed past Fu Yunhe to the right side of the small wooden house.

“Bang!”

The large stone hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Ms. Nian Shutong went back and forth a few more times, carrying a total of three large stones, each over half a meter wide, useful both as walls and tables.

She arranged the three stones in a shape resembling the character mouth, lacking only the bottom stroke.

She then carried two smaller stones and one flat stone.

The flat stone was laid on the ground, while the two smaller stones were placed upright on top of it.

Ms. Nian Shutong set a large pot on the two vertically placed smaller stones and coated the pot’s surroundings with mud.

At this point, Fu Yunhe and Rubble had come together, a rare occurrence of agreement, their thoughts in harmony.

As Ms. Nian Shutong began to build a chimney, the delivery robot arrived.

Fu Yunhe received the goods, gave a five-star rating, and the robot left thanking him in a doll-like voice.

Ms. Nian Shutong finished off the chimney and looked at the makeshift kitchen in front of her, nodding, “Just missing a lid.”

“Let’s call it a day!”

She went to the river to wash her hands, getting ready to fry the French fries.

“The goods have arrived,” Fu Yunhe spoke up to remind her.

“Right away!”

Ms. Nian Shutong temporarily paused her thoughts, walked over to Fu Yunhe, checked the oil, and inspected the flour.

“Such little flour!” Ms. Nian Shutong eyed a small box of flour, elegantly packaged in a transparent container, somewhat resembling glass.

The packaging was quite nice.

Fu Yunhe explained while looking at the flour, “These toxin-free foods need careful cultivation; they’re costly, so naturally, they’re a bit expensive.”

Ms. Nian Shutong casually nodded; she understood.

By now, she had been enlightened a bit more each day by the web-obsessed Daodao.

“We should dry the potato strips and preferably freeze them before adding flour.”

“But since we haven’t had a meal, let’s make something to eat first,” Ms. Nian Shutong put the potato strips in a clean bowl and sprinkled a bit of flour.

“Whirl whirl—”

She shook the bowl vigorously, telling Fu Yunhe, “Make sure every strip is coated with flour.”

“Look! It should look something like this.”

“Okay, I got it. What’s next?” Fu Yunhe asked eagerly.

“The next step is to fry them.”

“Master, it’s not ‘zhà’ (fourth tone), it’s ‘zhá’ (second tone).”