The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 492 Legion’s Meal

Chi Zhong didn’t go check the message, but there were always people around who did.

A person who checked the message glanced at it, looked at the Family Head with a conflicted expression for a long while, and finally decided to tell.

"Family Head, it seems we’ve been tricked."

"Hmm?"

Chi Zhong stopped walking and turned his head to look at his subordinate.

Been tricked? Damn it, as if I didn’t know!

"Family Head, you better check your Light Computer." The subordinate, sensing the deadly gaze of the Family Head, stepped back.

After pondering for a moment, Chi Zhong turned on his Light Computer. The most conspicuous thing was a small envelope, designed with two legs and two arms, waving back and forth.

Chi Zhong clicked it open, and the envelope unfolded.

A cartoon character with a big round head, small body, short arms, and legs appeared, dancing foolishly and happily.

Only, this little man wore a big white T-shirt with one word written in red on it.

A big "wronged" character.

Wronged... big head?

"Good! Good! Really good."

The Chi Family Patriarch clearly understood, he immediately turned around and ordered the people behind him, "Check! Check thoroughly! I refuse to believe we can’t find them!"

"No one can mess with the Chi Family and get away unscathed!"

The people below bowed their heads, some internally scoffing: isn’t there still Little River Live?

It’s not like the Chi Family can do much to them.

Yet, no one dared to say it out loud.

The oppressive atmosphere of the Chi Family was in stark contrast to that of Nian Shutong.

She had perfectly swindled a trillion Star Coins from the Chi Family, money she planned to use to build a Transfer Station.

Nian Shutong felt using the enemy’s money for her own projects was incredibly exhilarating, absolutely thrilling.

Not only that, she had also obtained a massive amount of Crystal Stones.

When they had left, she hadn’t had time to ask, and Daodao hadn’t finished splitting them either.

But when she learned about the amount of Crystal Stones from Daodao while cooking in the kitchen, she couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! So sweet!"

Nian Shutong pointed with her spoon at the dish in the pot, but her mind joyously thought, the Crystal Stones are so sweet.

This time, she had no low-grade crystal stones, the worst were mid-grade crystal stones.

Nine hundred thirty-four mid-grade crystal stones, two thousand three hundred forty-eight high-grade crystal stones, four thousand seven hundred ninety-nine top-grade crystal stones.

The top-grade crystal stones were the most abundant!

Such a windfall! An absolute killing!

She made so much that she almost felt a second of sympathy for the Chi Family, but she was even more eager to share the news with them.

But, best to wait a bit, one day, she would tell the Chi Family personally.

For now, it was time to eat.

In her great mood, Nian Shutong even used the large spoon for frying with more joy than usual.

Fu Yunhe clearly sensed Nian Shutong’s good mood, it appeared she had reaped a rich harvest.

Taking advantage of a break in activities, he walked over to Nian Shutong.

"Hey! Xiao He!"

Her cheerful mood and her uplifting tone also made Fu Yunhe feel happy.

"Want to be even happier?"

"Hmm?"

Nian Shutong looked at Fu Yunhe, who opened his Light Computer to show her a little cartoon character.

"Wronged big head? What does that mean?"

"I sent this little character to everyone in the Chi Family, and while they investigate, our location will show up as their family ancestral grave."

Watching Fu Yunhe, Nian Shutong blinked twice.

Then came immense joy, ecstatic joy! As long as she thought of the Chi Family Head’s face upon seeing this little character, she couldn’t help wanting to hug Fu Yunhe.

She indeed did just that!

"Xiao He, you truly understand me."

Nian Shutong held a spoon in one hand and encircled Fu Yunhe with the other arm for just a brief hug; it was the kind that lasted for only a fleeting moment.

But in Fu Yunhe’s eyes, it was as if a dazzling fireworks display had erupted, stunningly beautiful.

She hugged me.

She hugged me.

Hugged me.

That was the only thought in Fu Yunhe’s mind.

When he snapped back to reality, Nian Shutong had already continued cooking, although her movements seemed to lack the previous effortless grace.

Fu Yunhe, still somewhat dazed, returned to his seat and absentmindedly sprinkled a handful of chili peppers into a bowl of noodles.

The nearby chef glanced at this. Could this actually taste good?

Copycatting, the chef began the process and soon several special servings of very spicy noodles were prepared.

Fortunately, Fu Yunhe eventually came to his senses and stopped the chef’s actions, compensating by saying, "Some people like it spicy; they can choose."

"Yes, you are right."

The chef trusted Fu Yunhe completely and he could only nod confidently.

As long as one believes in oneself, whatever one says becomes the truth.

Fu Yunhe finally regained his composure and continued with his tasks.

However, he couldn’t help but steal glances at Nian Shutong from time to time, sweetly thinking to himself that he must cooperate more in the future, to add frost to the snow and salt to the wounds for the enemy; in short, do whatever pleases Nian Shutong.

From then on, the greatest "accomplice to tyranny" was born.

On the starship, after a busy period, it was time for a meal.

The outside soldiers had no significant feelings about this since they didn’t know what they would be eating.

On the Insect Clan Battlefield, the food was much more plentiful than before; they didn’t have to keep eating nutrient liquid until the end, and there was also the risk of it being smashed by the Insect Race.

Moreover, once back at the camp, the food mainly consisted of seafood.

Six and a half days a week were seafood days, either steamed or boiled, and even delicious meals could become tasteless.

However, luckily these people were all cultivators, so gout wasn’t a problem.

When a group of warriors arrived at the cafeteria, they lined up, took their plates, and quietly waited to be served.

Huh? Why does today’s smell a bit different?

"Is that enough?"

"Another serving, please."

"How is it?"

"Maybe a bit more?"

Such conversations kept happening at the front, making the soldiers further back curious, but due to discipline, they quietly remained in line.

When each person reached the serving window, a big pot of bright-red seafood stew caught the soldiers’ eyes and they were captivated.

"I want this!"

"I want this!"

The seafood stew, enhanced by Master Fan’s seasonings and simmered into a vibrant red concoction, was exceptionally tempting.

As they reluctantly moved forward from there, they even spotted leafy greens!

"Some of that too, please! Thank you, thank you!"

Moving on, what’s this? Wheat flour?

Wheat flour, such food, even in a legion, wasn’t regularly affordable.

"A bowl of noodles, please!"

"Thank you, one bowl of noodles."

Everyone got their meals and quickly found seats, setting their plates down, but no one picked up their chopsticks.

They were waiting, waiting for the command.

This wasn’t the battlefield; eating had to be synchronized, and this cafeteria was just one among many; the serving process was still very fast.

Once everyone had been served, an officer stood up, his voice boisterous as he shouted, "One, two, three, four, up!"

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