The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Chapter 56: Chapter 56: Chicken and Potatoes Stew

Nian Shutong inwardly wanted to curse, but her face still showed genuine sincerity as she said to Rubble, “It’s all small stuff, small stuff.”

Fu Yunhe, standing to the side, was almost bursting with internal injury, with one earnestly deceiving and the other wholeheartedly believing.

“Xiao He! Pluck the feathers!” Nian Shutong called out across the stream, accurately tossing two wild chickens at Fu Yunhe’s feet. She herself crossed the stream, took Rubble by the hand, and communicated affection.

They say strike while the iron is hot, so winning over Rubble must be done while he’s feeling touched.

Fu Yunhe watched Nian Shutong continue her ruse, said nothing further, and didn’t blow her cover. He honestly picked up the wild chickens from the ground and began plucking their feathers.

After their heart-to-heart was over, Nian Shutong came over, inspected the two chickens, and said with great satisfaction, “Xiao He, your feather-plucking skills are maturing day by day.”

She grabbed the two chickens by one hand, headed to the kitchen, and laid them on a stone slab. With a few swift motions, the chickens were chopped into pieces.

She then took a basin to the stream, rinsed the chicken meat of its blood, and headed back to the kitchen to start up a fire under a pot.

Fu Yunhe, understanding perfectly, grabbed a small stool and sat in front of the stove to tend the fire.

“Big fire.”

Once the pot was heated, Nian Shutong poured in some tree oil and almost immediately, a big basin of chicken meat was dumped in.

There came a sizzling sound, continuously ringing out.

Several droplets of oil spattered out, falling onto Fu Yunhe’s body.

He shifted backward, arm shielding his face to protect his precious “capital,” while watching Nian Shutong wield a spatula, continuously stir-frying.

After a few minutes of stir-frying, Nian Shutong added some water. Then she covered the pot with a lid before turning to grab three potatoes, peel them, and cut them into irregular cubes.

As the temperature in the pot rose, a continuous stream of steam began billowing out, scattering into the open air.

The kitchen Nian Shutong built only had a lid on top and was open from below, without doors or windows—an open kitchen layout that at least spared people from the smoke from cooking.

After the steam wafted around for a while, Nian Shutong lifted the lid, fished out the soaked potato cubes, and tossed them all into the pot, stirring a few more times with the spatula.

After a few minutes, a fragrant aroma wafted over, making Fu Yunhe’s mouth water uncontrollably.

Meat… can it really be eaten like this?

Though he hadn’t even tasted it yet, the scent was so enchanting that he felt hungry again.

But he had clearly eaten so many fries.

At this moment, Nian Shutong was making another move, pouring some sparkling white rice into a basin.

Fu Yunhe knew what rice was, having eaten it a few times before, but it was a bit hard and not particularly delicious.

With no need for more fire, Fu Yunhe simply stood in a corner of the kitchen, watching Nian Shutong wash the rice twice before adding water to the rice-filled basin.

Then, she took a newly-made wooden rack, opened the pot lid, placed the rack over the meat, set the rice on the rack, and covered the pot again.

What is this for?

Fu Yunhe couldn’t understand at all; everything was too novel.

And too tempting.

As time passed, the fragrance became richer, and even the working Rubble came over.

He gnawed at a piece of metal, crunching away.

If you listened closely, you could hear it: Rubble is about to upgrade! Rubble is about to upgrade! Rubble is about to upgrade!

The aroma spread, savory and concentrated.

Fu Yunhe felt as if he had been standing so long that his legs were beginning to tremble, but he just couldn’t bear to move away.

The strong self-control of a Commander gradually eroded with the intensifying fragrance, crumbling disastrously.

Alas! Seeing himself like this, why keep pretending to be strong and unyielding!

Fu Yunhe was constantly coaching himself internally, and it seemed that the more he reasoned, the less uncomfortable he felt.

Meanwhile, Rubble had already eaten who knows how many chunks of metal, the crisp crunching sounds exceptionally clear.

Nian Shutong thought that if Rubble ate meat, he wouldn’t even need to spit out the bones.

Actually, she herself was also unbearably craving it, but she could endure. How could she let the other two see her unrest?

“Master, master! It’s ready, it’s ready!”

“Whoosh—”

“Clang—”

Nian Shutong swiftly got up, knocking over the stool she was sitting on.

“It’s about done, don’t let it burn.” She added a phrase of her own, regaining her composure, but her hand was moving so quickly it nearly left an afterimage.

With a strong arm, Nian Shutong flung open the lid, casually waved it a few times to disperse the steam, then peered inside for a glance.

At first sight, she saw the rice in the basin, plump and exuding its unique rice fragrance, having absorbed the water.

Not fearing the heat, she took down the basin with the steamed rice and placed it on a side slab, then removed the rack from inside the pot and set it aside.

She took up the spatula, stirring the bubbling chicken and potato stew in the big pot, leaving just a bit of golden-colored sauce behind.

She secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, sprinkled some salt with one hand while flipping the contents with the spatula, and with the other hand started ladling food into a basin. @@novelbin@@

“Klack, klack,” the sound of the metal spatula scraping the large pot, the sauce was scooped out to the greatest extent, nothing wasted.

Holding the chicken, Nian Shutong turned to Fu Yunhe and said, “Get the stool.”

“Aye!” Fu Yunhe quickly carried over two chairs and placed them opposite the pot on the stone slab.

In an inverted L-shape, Fu Yunhe sat on the shorter side, while Nian Shutong sat along the longer side.

Nian Shutong, holding a small scoop, gave Fu Yunhe a small bowl of rice, placing it before his eyes, while she herself took a very large bowl, an oversized bowl in fact.

Both of them took up a pair of chopsticks, and Nian Shutong said, “Give it a try.”

Her own chopsticks swiftly picked up a cube of potato and popped it into her mouth.

The taste was delightful.

As someone who had tasted Phoenix Marrow and Dragon Liver, Nian Shutong decided then and there that even if her cultivation level became higher in the future, she would not fast again.

And Fu Yunhe?

He was thinking that it was a good thing he had worn a belt today.