The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 221 - 222 Stir-fried Sesame
Chapter 221: Chapter 222 Stir-fried Sesame
Chapter 221 -222 Stir-fried Sesame
“Do you want some ice slush?”
That one sentence made Mr. Yu stop his nagging and look at Yu Zeming with dissatisfaction, growing even angrier as he said, “Eat, eat, eat! That’s all you know!”
“If you’d spend just one-third of the effort you put into eating on finding a partner, would I be this angry?”
“Yu Zeming! Do you even care if I get angry or not?”
Mr. Yu started up again, only this time in a different direction.
It had a bit of the “You don’t love me anymore” vibe to it.
Yu Zeming didn’t argue, because he knew well that if he dared say a word, his dad could go on about it all day.
“Ah, I’ll just eat it myself.” Yu Zeming crouched opposite Mr. Yu, opened the airtight container, and took out the still-chilly strawberry ice slush.
“It’s so beautiful!” Yu Zeming initially wanted to tease his dad, but upon seeing the whole appearance of the ice slush, he felt a bit regretful.
It would have been better not to take it out.
Yu Zeming thought of getting a spoon, but after many years of matching wits with his dad, he knew that if he went to get it, all that would be left upon returning would probably just be the container of ice slush.
So he carried the slush to the kitchen instead.
Mr. Yu, seeing clearly, curled his lips and cursed under his breath, “What a stinkin’ act!”
When Yu Zeming returned, the first thing Mr. Yu said was, “Quite generous of you, not eating for yourself.”
“Who says I’m not eating?” Yu Zeming, holding a spoon, casually sat on the floor, ready to dig in.
“Little rascal!” Mr. Yu moved nimbly, got up, circled around the coffee table, and snatched the spoon from Yu Zeming’s hand, the only spoon there was.
“Get out of the way!” Mr. Yu skillfully crossed his legs and sat down, then took a spoonful of the ice slush.
One spoonful, with the strawberry sauce nine parts sweet and one part tart, mixed with a bit of strawberry flesh, was a taste Mr. Yu had never experienced before.
Most importantly, there was that subtle essence lingering in his belly, seemingly waiting to do something.
When Mr. Yu opened his eyes, half of the ice slush had already disappeared, yet, unusually for him, he didn’t get angry.
Just eat another spoonful then, the benefits of this stuff need to accumulate bit by bit.
“Yu Zeming, do you feel anything?”
“Hmm? Delicious!” Yu Zeming quickly swallowed the ice slush in his mouth and took another big spoonful; he had already prepared his own spoon just to tease his dad.
The remark “Delicious!” made Mr. Yu think that really, fools have their own kind of luck.
Indeed, such subtle changes, people who aren’t at least S-ranked spiritually wouldn’t likely notice.
And the Yu Family, which Mr. Yu represents, had become one of the five major families not just because of cultural heritage behind them, but another significant reason was Mr. Yu himself.
Teacher Yu was an SS-ranked cultivator in spiritual power, truly one of a kind.
The bowl of ice slush, marking its end with Yu Zeming feeling like his brain had frozen, left him still delighted; this time, he had snagged quite a lot.
Mr. Yu looked at his foolish son and didn’t say much more, just let him continue his foolishness; everyone has their own fate to follow.
Currently, it seemed Yu Zeming’s fate was not too shabby.
A serving of ice slush ended the lecture from Mr. Yu, who, in excellent spirits, sent Mr. Yu out the door where he boarded his Flying Device and left.
At the same time, the other three servings of ice slush had also reached their respective destinations.
The second serving was delivered to the home of Liu Cheng, the live streaming administrator.
Liu Cheng signed for it somewhat reluctantly, saying to his dad who had called him downstairs, “I’m in the middle of cultivation!”
“Who’s there? Seriously, interrupting my cultivation,” Liu Cheng signed off casually, but as soon as he had signed for it, he was clear about the shipping information.
Little River Live’s big shot?
Liu Cheng was all too familiar with this; after every live stream, Little River Live would send him some food, which had kept him in high spirits these days and made his cultivation feel much smoother.
Although Liu Cheng didn’t know what it was, he knew one thing for sure—this was an opportunity for him to enjoy a treat all by himself.
Liu Cheng, still wearing a look of complaint, held the box and muttered as he walked, “Really, what a waste of time.”
Carrying the box, he slipped past his dad without incident and made it back to his room.
The moment the door closed, he couldn’t suppress his smile any longer.
He opened the insulated container and savored a strawberry smoothie all by himself.
“Ah—my life has finally peaked.”
So mused Liu Cheng as he continued his cultivation, with the feeling that everything would go smoothly.
While he cultivated, the other two people who received the smoothies, one from the Yan Family who had advertised on Little River Live, and the other the president of Food University, didn’t have quite the same experience. Old Man Yan Yuan was forced to share a bowl of shaved ice.
The president of Food University, on the other hand, analyzed his smoothie first before enjoying it—from its design to its taste—only to conclude that they didn’t have this unknown topping at the university.
After his study, the president took the smoothie to visit his grandchildren, who unanimously gave it rave reviews, enjoying a bit of family bliss.
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Everything else returned to the small wooden house, which by now had begun to grind sesame paste.
Sesame was a plant Ms. Nian Shutong didn’t have, but she had a little internet-addicted robot, Xiao Ba.
Ms. Nian Shutong learned that having sesame paste would make cold noodles taste better.
She tried asking Xiao Ba, and to her surprise, he immediately agreed, granting her access to sesame.
Ms. Nian Shutong, true to form, bought some sesame seeds, planted a bit, and soon could buy sesame from Xiao Ba.
At that moment, the small wooden house was filled with an indescribable fragrance that, according to Boss, was called sesame.
The fried sesame seeds smelled incredible, so much so even Rubble stopped working, curiously coming over a few times to check it out.
“Rubble, if you want to watch, just watch. No need to keep coming back and forth.”
“Rubble is recording the name of this food, its temperature every few minutes, the aroma, and other changes during the roasting process. I’m learning to enrich my knowledge base.”
Ms. Nian Shutong teased the stubborn Rubble who wouldn’t admit his curiosity, “So, are you also going to record its taste?”
Rubble turned his gaze away from the big pot of roasting sesame to address Ms. Nian Shutong, “Ms. Nian Shutong, you’ve grown smarter, improved.”
“Hehe, hehe,” Ms. Nian Shutong chuckled lightly, shaking her head as she turned to Ha Ha, who for the first time stopped working, attracted back by the scent.
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It was almost against his nature to do so, which just showed how powerful the aroma of sesame could be.
Ms. Nian Shutong eyed the almost-ready sesame and called a halt, instructing Zhang Hui to scoop out the fried sesame seeds from the pot.
The next step was to use a blender to grind the sesame until it was fine and turn it into sesame paste.
But Ms. Nian Shutong wasn’t in a hurry; instead, she called over several people gathered around the kitchen.
Rubble, who was already nearby, Ha Ha, Dou Dou who had been squatting outside in a line, Elder Hua, Ji Sisi, and finally, Fu Yunhe hiding on the other side of the kitchen, all stood in front of Ms. Nian Shutong.
She looked at the group before her, always feeling like she’d raised a bunch of unruly children.
“Hands out.”
