The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 410 - 409 Rewarding Spices

Monday morning.

Nian Shutong was on her way back from cultivation, not yet reaching the small wooden house, when she received a notification from System Xiao Ba.

"Ding! The host has achieved a new planting milestone, reward of fifty crystal stones, and one hundred types of spice seeds."

"Please check the rewards!"

Hearing this reward, Nian Shutong completely ignored the reward of the top-grade crystal stones, her attention was all on the spice seeds.

"Xiao Ba, a hundred types of seeds? That many?"

"Yes, host!"

Nian Shutong got a bit excited and even stopped walking. She sent a strand of her Divine Sense into her Sea of Consciousness and grabbed Seed Xiao Ba in a hug.

"Host, please restrain yourself! Please restrain yourself!"

"Xiao Ba cannot accept bribes!"

Holding Xiao Ba, Nian Shutong really slapped herself on the forehead.

What was this all about?

"Alright, I was just expressing my gratitude." Nian Shutong released Xiao Ba and immediately restored her aura of aloofness and mystery.

"It seems that cold people cannot suddenly become too enthusiastic."

Having said this, Nian Shutong looked at Seed Xiao Ba with interest.

"Xiao Ba, I suspect you’ve been eavesdropping on my thoughts. Otherwise, how would you know I’m running low on spices?"

These past few days, Nian Shutong had been thinking about whether she should go out and gather more spices.

But due to climate changes on Blue Star, many spices were no longer available, and she guessed she wouldn’t find many if she went out to look.

Nian Shutong had been somewhat worried because after having meals with added seasoning, having her eat boiled cabbage and baked potatoes occasionally was okay, but not for a long time.

Having grown accustomed to delicious food, returning suddenly to plain broth was hard to accept.

It’s hard to transition from luxury to frugality.

"Host, Xiao Ba absolutely did not probe your thoughts, it just adjusted based on the host’s needs."

Adjusted?

Nian Shutong looked directly at Xiao Ba, a little seed that slowly changed color, turning a bit red.

"Did you ripen?"

"Can you adjust?"

Daodao and Nian Shutong each asked a question, making Xiao Ba turn from red to green and say, "Xiao Ba is indeed a mature seed, not a child."

"Only a slight adjustment, please do not overthink, host."

You ripened—a mature seed—not a child.

This train of thought greatly impressed Daodao.

Listening to Xiao Ba’s replies, Nian Shutong no longer dwelled on the adjustment issue, only telling Xiao Ba, "Let Daodao find you a dictionary of idioms, let’s study some more when there’s time."

Having said that, Nian Shutong exited her Sea of Consciousness.

And inside the Sea of Consciousness, Xiao Ba, with hands placed on the "waist" of a seed.

"What does the host mean?"

"The master is advising you to study well, to be a knowledgeable and mature seed."

"Oh... the host is really nice."

Daodao, snickering, turned away, yet another day of coaxing the little seed had gone by.

The already departed Nian Shutong first checked Xiao Ba’s rewards, and seeing the hundred types of spice seeds in front of her, most of which she didn’t recognize.

Nian Shutong first bought a little of the actual product from Xiao Ba, planning to taste them with Master Fan separately.

Record the flavors, and there’s no need to plant all of them on a large scale. Plant more of the frequently used ones and less of the infrequently used ones.

Today, Nian Shutong came back a bit later than usual, by about fifteen minutes.

Fu Yunhe was near the kitchen, frequently turning his head and looking around.

Beside him, Master Fan, while stirring the pot of porridge, said, "Don’t worry, Boss won’t have any issues."

"Ah? I wasn’t worried."

Fu Yunhe wasn’t worried about Nian Shutong’s safety; he just couldn’t help wanting to go and see.

The porridge-making Master Fan smiled knowingly, said no more, and prepared to serve the porridge from the pot.

"No need for you, just go get the cold dishes."

Master Fan rejected Fu Yunhe’s offer to help with the porridge, directing him to fetch the cold dishes instead.

Fu Yunhe didn’t understand but obediently went to do as told.

Master Fan served the porridge himself, came out of the kitchen, and began setting the table.

"Stay focused, don’t waste the porridge I simmered for Boss."

It wasn’t long after Master Fan had set the table that Nian Shutong returned.

Fu Yunhe, who had been continuously looking out, saw a glint of light in his eyes and a spontaneous smile at the corners of his mouth when he saw Nian Shutong.

"You’re back!"

"Be careful!"

Nian Shutong released a burst of spiritual power before even touching Fu Yunhe, who had stumbled a bit but then steadied himself.

"Not bad! You’re getting pretty strong."

Nian Shutong had reflexively come to the rescue, forgetting that Fu Yunhe now had considerable strength.

Fu Yunhe, unaware he was being praised, carried the cold dishes over to Nian Shutong.

"After all, I’ve mingled around for decades."

Decades?

Upon hearing this, Nian Shutong quietly followed Fu Yunhe and asked in a low voice, "How old were you when you died?"

Fu Yunhe, setting down the cold dishes and without turning his head, asked, "You don’t know?"

Nian Shutong, confused, replied, "Should I know?"

"Ha Ha, seems like we never touched upon that topic."

Fu Yunhe turned around to face a thoughtful Nian Shutong.

Powerless, defeated.

So her understanding of him was just based on Ha Ha’s chatter?

"Hey! You haven’t answered my question yet."

Fu Yunhe regained his focus and said, "If I tell you, will you tell me?"

Nian Shutong, looking at the bargaining Fu Yunhe, shook her head in amazement.

"Xiao He is no longer the innocent Xiao He."

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Fu Yunhe, looking at Nian Shutong, who was dead serious but actually bluffing, put on a suddenly enlightened expression.

"So that’s how it is, ninety-eight."

Ninety-eight...years old?

"Not bad, quite young."

"Really?"

Fu Yunhe pressed further, earlier thinking he might be a bit like an old man lusting after a younger girl.

"Of course, you’re practically my disciple’s generation."

At this moment, Nian Shutong, with her back to Fu Yunhe, pursed her lips where he couldn’t see.

That wasn’t really a lie, was it?

She did have disciples around that age since she herself was a Nascent Soul big shot in her thirties.

Taking on a disciple wasn’t too much, was it?

And if a disciple took on a disciple, wouldn’t she then have disciples of her own?

Behind her, Fu Yunhe pondered the term, disciple?

Why didn’t he quite believe it?

Nian Shutong’s behavior made it hard to associate her with being an "old person."

He felt there was more for him to uncover.

"Time to eat!"

Nian Shutong, already seated, called out loudly, prompting Ha Ha, Rubble, and others from the workspace to come over for the meal.

"Boss, the salted duck eggs are ready, want some?"

"Yes!"

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