The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 170 - My Baozi
Chapter 170: Chapter 170 My Baozi
Fu Yunhe’s seat on this side was a pair, with an aisle next to him. On the other side of the aisle was a set of three seats, and these two rows of seats only took up about one-fifth of the width of the Starship.
At this moment, the man in the triple seat next to him, who had just offered the two of them seats, had already moved from the middle seat to the one next to the aisle.
He looked at the contents in Fu Yunhe’s hands with delight. Why hadn’t he thought of that?
“Brother, where did you buy all this?”
“Next to the ticket counter.”
“Ah! How did I not think of that!” The man was greatly annoyed. He had a slight obsession with cleanliness and always bought three seats like a tycoon, never thinking of doing anything else.
“Where are you headed? I’m going to Zone 3.”
“Zone 3.” Fu Yunhe did not hide it. Everyone would find out when they disembarked the Starship.
“What a coincidence! Where exactly in Zone 3? My house is there. Are you staying in Zone 3 or just there for business?”
“You guys were so cool just now! If you’re going to be in Zone 3, I have to get to know you. You’re both just too good-looking.”
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The man rambled on by himself, and now Fu Yunhe had completely learned that his surname was Niu and his family specialized in raising cattle.
In the interstellar realm, if animals grew naturally, they would contain toxins and be inedible, so some people specialized in breeding livestock primarily for toxin-free meat.
But the taste… was a bit lacking compared to the meat in Nian Shutong’s hands, not to mention when paired with Nian Shutong’s recipes, it fell short by even more.
But, there was money.
This was all the information Fu Yunhe had gathered. As for himself, he hadn’t even mentioned his name, simply gesturing towards the sleeping Nian Shutong and making a “shush” gesture with his finger.
The man nodded repeatedly, showing he understood, and turned his head away with a smile, saying no more.
Fu Yunhe glanced at the sleeping Nian Shutong, a long and serious look.
He couldn’t quite figure out why his emotions were changing, so he just pulled the blanket up over Nian Shutong and slowly closed his eyes to rest.
Just as Fu Yunhe closed his eyes, Nian Shutong opened hers to take a look. Xiao He was really good.
She closed her eyes again to continue sleeping a bit longer.
The Super Starship’s journey was so smooth and stable, without a jolt, as if you were at home.
The Starship stopped twice, with crowds of people coming and going.
When Fu Yunhe opened his eyes again, it was because there was a group of people in the seats behind talking loudly.
He didn’t turn to see what was happening, just sat up and checked the time; they would arrive in about an hour.
It was also at this time that Fu Yunhe remembered he hadn’t told Yu Zeming that they were coming.
Nian Shutong had acted too quickly and they had set off in a rush.
Thinking this, he turned his face slightly, and a soft look landed on Nian Shutong’s face, a gaze so gentle he didn’t even notice it himself.
“Ah—-” Nian Shutong, with her eyes still closed, yawned and stretched her arms, asking, “Have we arrived?”
“Not yet. Did you sleep well? Are you hungry?”
Nian Shutong finally opened her eyes, rubbing her face with one hand, her eyes slightly vacant from just waking up.
“Do you have anything to eat?”
Fu Yunhe reached out with one hand, opened the water bottle, and offered it to Nian Shutong, “Drink some water.”
“I have buns, dumplings, fries, chestnuts, and sweet soy milk. What would you like?”
Nian Shutong had already taken a couple of sips of honey water. The temperature was just right, and the sweet taste made her mouth feel much better.
“Can I have a bun? What filling?”
Fu Yunhe opened the Space Button, and a thermal container was taken out.
With a “click,” the lid was lifted.
“You like it.” Having uncovered the lid, Fu Yunhe placed the steamed buns on the table, and then took out a disposable glove to give to Nian Shutong.
“Put this on to eat, it’s more convenient.”
Nian Shutong put on the gloves, praising Fu Yunhe while doing so.
“Beautiful, I’ve discovered more of your good points besides just being beautiful and rich.”
“You’re really well-prepared!”
Having put on the gloves, Nian Shutong picked up a big steamed bun and took a bite.
The soft and chewy bun, biting into the filling was satisfying.
“With meat filling,” Nian Shutong commented with his mouth full, unable to open his mouth further, it was delicious.
Fu Yunhe calmly received Nian Shutong’s compliments; he was used to preparing these things.
In the past, he disliked anyone being around him, with Ha Ha being the only exception.
He prepared everything for himself, and when you have traveled back and forth between the battlefield and interstellar space thousands upon thousands of times, you tend to accumulate some experience.
The two of them ate the steamed buns nonchalantly, and Fu Yunhe also brought out sweetened soy milk to pour Nian Shutong a cup.
After finishing a bun, Nian Shutong took the sweet soy milk and drank it all in one go, then put down the cup and said, “I still prefer it with sugar.”
Fu Yunhe felt Nian Shutong’s gaze and, shaking his own cup of soy milk, said, “I like its original flavor, the more I drink, the more fragrant it seems.”
In the small wooden house, the availability of White Sugar sparked a common topic of conversation.
Sweet soy milk or original flavor soy milk?
It was simply a matter of personal preference.
“Um… could I buy one of those buns from you?”
The son of the cattle-rearer next door, Niu Cheng, couldn’t resist; now, he was eagerly looking at the two men.
“Take it, have a taste.” Nian Shutong grabbed another bun with his other hand and handed it over.
After all, the kid had intended to help them, offering a bun wasn’t too much.
“No, no, no! I have money! You can tell since I bought three seats, I’m not short on cash,” Niu Cheng kept waving his hands, he couldn’t just accept it.
The price of flour was almost as expensive as his family’s cattle.
Niu Cheng insisted on paying, and without much fuss, Nian Shutong said, “Buy one bun, and we have a special offer, buy one get one free.”
“Huh?” Niu Cheng was initially stunned but then quickly expressed his thanks, “Thank you!”
Niu Cheng spent two hundred Star Coins to get two big steamed buns, and was given a cup of soy milk for free.
He knew he had gotten a great deal and kept thanking them profusely.
The couple opposite of him just nodded calmly or waved their hands, not saying much more.
He liked to talk, but he wasn’t annoying, knowing when to stop, he just started eating.
The moment he bit into the bun, he paused.
Filled with meat?
How could the meat taste so good?
What kind of meat? How was it prepared?
He bit again, finding it delicious beyond words; he finished off one bun in a few bites and looked at the remaining one, torn.
He wanted to take it home and let his dad taste this meat filling.
Or maybe he should eat the bun now and bring the filling home?
While Niu Cheng was conflicted, a noisy group behind him, pushing and shoving their way through, loud and rowdy, came over, laughing and chattering.
“My bun!”
