The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 219 - 220 Slush

Chapter 219: Chapter 220 Slush

Chapter 219 -220 Slush

Ms. Nian Shutong held the ice water in her hand and directed it towards Fu Yunhe’s direction.

Fu Yunhe nodded slightly, his voice sounding a bit longing, “It looks very refreshing.”

“Indeed it is refreshing, but can you drink it? Last time you got splashed with water, you caught a fever.”

“Just a little bit.” Fu Yunhe hadn’t given up, especially since it had been rather hot these past few days.

“Alright.” Ms. Nian Shutong made another ice water for Fu Yunhe, only his cup had less ice in it.

After both had finished their ice waters, they joyfully exclaimed in unison.

“It really is hot these days, Ha Ha has been eating less.”

Ms. Nian Shutong’s remark made Fu Yunhe want to laugh, “Are you judging the heat based on Ha Ha’s appetite?”

At that moment, Ms. Nian Shutong sat down abruptly on the ridge, asking Daodao to search for foods suitable for the hot weather.

“Xiao He, come! I’ll teach you how to make liangpi cold-skin noodles!”

Ms. Nian Shutong casually rinsed her hands in the paddy water and walked up barefoot.

“Shoes!”

“No need.”

Ms. Nian Shutong didn’t walk over the small bridge but instead crossed through the creek, washing the mud off her feet.

Downstream, the children catching crabs only saw the faint yellow mud drift before their eyes, disappearing in the blink of an eye, almost thinking it was an illusion.

Dou Dou quickly stood up, barefoot, and ran towards Ms. Nian Shutong.

“Auntie, auntie, we caught a lot.”

“Auntie, how do you eat this?”

“Auntie, when do we eat?”

Dou Dou, like a little cannonball, relentlessly peppered her with questions.

“We’ll eat in the evening. Uncle Xiao He will cook it for you.”

“Thank you, Uncle Xiao He.” Dou Dou said thanks first, then looked at Ms. Nian Shutong, who was washing her hands.

Ms. Nian Shutong shook her hands and spoke to Dou Dou and Fu Yunhe, “Let’s go, make something new to eat.”

“Zhang Hui, bring a few skilled people over; it’s time to learn something new.”

With Ms. Nian Shutong’s words, Zhang Hui quickly arrived with several people, not only women but also an old man who looked aged yet was still fit.

This person, Zhang Hui, referred to him as Mr. Fan because he cooked delicious food.

“Everyone, start by kneading the dough until it’s smooth and glossy.”

Ms. Nian Shutong continued to play the role of the instructor as everyone started to get hands-on.

“Next, we will wash the dough. Put the dough in water and knead it slowly to wash out all the starch.”

“Yes, Mr. Fan does it excellently; ask him if you don’t understand.”

“Xiao He, you’re doing great too, keep it up.”

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Ms. Nian Shutong acted like a quality control inspector, constantly checking everyone’s dough-kneading progress.

When the dough was almost ready, Ms. Nian Shutong started the next step of the instructions.

“The leftover dough is called gluten. Steam it for ten minutes, then let it cool and cut it into small pieces.”

“Let the starch water sit for three to four hours; we’ll see what to do next.” After completing half of the liangpi, Ms. Nian Shutong began demonstrating her skill of making ice by hand.

“Xiao He, just like making tomato sauce, cook some strawberry sauce.”

Ms. Nian Shutong took out a large bowl of strawberries, which had cost her quite a bit.

The money had just been earned by the Small Store and Daodao’s Shediao, and after spending it, she was left with nothing.

After all, that was eleven Star Coins per piece!

Fu Yunhe looked at Nian Shutong’s pained expression, took the strawberries, had Zhang Hui and others wash them, and then he opened the Light Computer to transfer two million Star Coins to Nian Shutong’s account.

“Um?” Nian Shutong looked at Xiao He and asked, “What’s this?”

“Aren’t you here to test play the game? This is a token of appreciation for your hard work.”

“Is it that game that drenched you?”

“Yes. Your feedback is very valuable.”

Feedback? Nian Shutong thought back carefully; she seemed to recall suggesting why there wasn’t an option to choose the Insect Race.

“Have you added the option to create an Insect Race identity now?”

“Sort of.” Fu Yunhe wasn’t exactly lying; he had just used Nian Shutong’s account to secretly create an Insect Race account, hoping she would choose to be the “villain” next time she played.

Nian Shutong happily accepted the money, even without a reason—she wasn’t feeling guilty about accepting it.

However, the fact that Fu Yunhe was willingly being “robbed” did lift her spirits.

With her good mood, Nian Shutong prepared quite a lot of ice, turned it into slush, and filled it into bowls, ready to pour over the strawberry sauce Fu Yunhe was making.

Daodao said it was the best refreshment for the summer.

As the bowls of slush were being prepared, Nian Shutong shouted across to the other side: “Everyone, come back for slush!”

At that, Ha Ha dropped his shovel and left.

“Ha Ha is here!” Ha Ha was already by Nian Shutong’s side while the others just began to slowly walk back.

Nian Shutong, openly partial, made a large bowl for Ha Ha, topped with plenty of sauce.

“Ha Ha, here you go.”

Ha Ha took it, looking at the cool steaming slush with bright red sauce on top—maybe it’s not sour?

“It’s strawberry sauce,” Nian Shutong had just finished speaking when Rubble arrived.

“Ms. Nian Shutong, Rubble likes tomato sauce.”

“Okay, you tell Xiao He to make some for you.”

Nian Shutong spoiled Rubble and Ha Ha, immediately giving them whatever they wanted.

People nearby the kitchen, including children, each took a bowl of slush.

Children had less, as they shouldn’t eat too much, while adults got a bit more—of course, if they were as strong as Ha Ha, a little extra wouldn’t hurt.

As it came to Elder Hua’s turn, he looked at the small bowl in his hands, not quite satisfied, and sneakily glanced at Nian Shutong.

“No, you can only have this much.” Nian Shutong’s voice was stern, her authority evident, sending Elder Hua away with his small bowl of slush.

Dare not ask for more.

Nian Shutong looked back to see Elder Hua happily eating his slush and shook her head—he was an educated old child at heart.

Dou Dou and Ji Sisi also received small bowls of slush; the mother and daughter were not picky and happily held their bowls to eat.

But Ji Sisi ate quickly, her face all red as she asked Dou Dou: “Dou Dou, eating too much will keep children from growing tall.”

Dou Dou didn’t even respond, instead, he sped up his eating and scooted over to the side.

He didn’t need to look up to know his mother must be blushing right now.

Ji Sisi pouted her lips, her shoulders sagging—young kids these days were just too hard to fool.

“Ah—Dou Dou’s brain is frozen!”

Dou Dou was eating a bit too hastily towards the end.

Nian Shutong had already passed the task of making slush to others and walked over, squatting in front of Dou Dou, pinching his little nose with two fingers.

“Feeling better?”

“Mm-hmm, Auntie, you’re amazing!”

A bowl of slush, and the people working hard in the summer heat felt as if they’d washed off all the steamy heat—a cool and sweet taste that fascinated everyone.