The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 242 - 243 Silver Threads Pouring Down

Chapter 242: Chapter 243 Silver Threads Pouring Down

Chapter 242 -243 Silver Threads Pouring Down

The live stream had ended, and the steamed crabs Fu Yunhe made were immediately taken away.

The day’s menu items weren’t needed in the small store, and crabs weren’t expensive either. In fact, everyone could even catch them themselves, so they didn’t want to sell them.

It wasn’t just seafood, they also didn’t plan to sell the bean sprouts anymore.

“Here, this one’s for you, Rubble.” Nian Shutong, holding a bright red large crab, handed it to Rubble.

“Ji Sisi, don’t let Dou Dou eat any.”

Ji Sisi, holding a crab, glanced at Dou Dou, then at Nian Shutong, and decisively chose to obey.

“Got it, not giving it to Dou Dou.”

“But…”

“There’s another one.” Nian Shutong passed over another crab, and Ji Sisi accepted it with a beaming smile, sweetly saying, “Thank you, Mr. Nian.”

Next, Elder Hua and Fu Yunhe each got one, and in the end, there were three left in the bowl, all wrapped up by Nian Shutong.

“Good person, Ha Ha wants to eat too.”

Ha Ha looked pitifully at the people eating the crabs, thinking they seemed really tasty.

Nian Shutong, holding a crab, uncertainly asked Daodao a question.

“Master, might not be allergic, perhaps just allergic to shrimp.”

“Ha Ha, eat slowly. If you aren’t allergic, I’ll make more for you tomorrow,” Nian Shutong offered a crab to Ha Ha, who happily reached out.

Huh? Not moving?

“Don’t rush. Now listen carefully, if you feel uncomfortable, you must not keep eating just because you want to. As soon as you feel any discomfort, you must stop eating.”

Ha Ha looked at Nian Shutong, who was very serious, nodded obediently, and finally took the crab.

Everyone sat together, enjoying the crabs.

Nian Shutong, after finishing one, picked up a second and first said to Rubble, “Rubble, you have to build me a fishing boat.”

“Ms. Nian Shutong, Rubble has no money left.”

Nian Shutong, who was biting into a crab claw, completely ignored Rubble’s plea about having no money.

“There’s a boat by the sea; you just need to retrofit it, install a net-dropping machine, and set up a fish pond.”

Rubble wanted to speak, but Nian Shutong stopped eating her crab and looked at Rubble with a somewhat threatening gaze.

“Rubble, you used to make robots from scrap materials. Can’t you make a fishing net now?”

Rubble’s large mechanical head somehow seemed to express a hint of grievance, “Rubble can make it, but Rubble likes to use good materials.”

Nian Shutong said no more, opened her account, and let Rubble see it all very clearly.

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“Got money?”

“No.”

“Any problem with retrofitting the fishing boat?”

“No.” Rubble’s desire to survive absolutely surpassed his craving for new materials.

Nian Shutong blinked in satisfaction and continued eating her crab.

Spendthrift child, if not watched over, would spend money like burning paper.

Did she earn money easily?

Also, how did that contest go?

After the meal of crabs, Ha Ha didn’t have an allergic reaction, which made him very happy.

Nian Shutong also promised him she would steam more tomorrow.

Everyone else went back to rest.

The next morning, Rubble, bright and early, took Ji Sisi in the cable car to the seaside to retrofit the fishing boat.

As for why so early, Rubble wasn’t sure himself.

He just felt he might be in danger if he didn’t start early.

When Nian Shutong came back, Rubble had already returned with Ji Sisi.

“Rubble has finished the reconstruction of the fishing boat.”

“Impressive!” Nian Shutong generously praised Rubble.

Rubble felt his body lighten slightly, but his natural inclination made him respond, “It’s not impressive, just simple operations.”

“Oh?” Nian Shutong gazed at Rubble with an inscrutable look, causing him to instinctively step back.

“So simple, yet you still want to be paid!”

“The payment is for your work, all done by Rubble.” Rubble pointed to the machinery in the field, just stating a fact without any other implications.

Nian Shutong looked at the machinery opposite her and calmly replied, agreeing with his statement.

“Rubble, if I had spare money, I would give it to you.”

“Thank you, Ms. Nian Shutong.” After thanking her, Rubble turned and left.

Nian Shutong watched her own money-eating beast, feeling a premonition that the road to making money was endless.

After breakfast, Nian Shutong continued making noodles.

She took the dough prepared the day before with a few others, and they began the process of drying it.

The open space where they used to eat was now lined with many clothesline-like ropes of unknown material, taut and straight.

The noodles, hung on two sticks the previous day, were lengthened by hanging one stick above and pulling down on the other, stretching them to a certain extent and making them very thin.

At first, everyone’s actions were slow because they were afraid of breaking the noodles.

After a few attempts, they got the hang of the force needed, and their speed increased.

Soon, the open space transformed into a different scene.

Silvery threads cascaded like a waterfall, forming a forest of fine lines.

Children looked on curiously from the outskirts; despite the great attraction, none of them caused any disturbances.

At noon, when everyone went home for lunch, they all purposely passed by the “noodle forest” to have a look.

It was definitely the first time for everyone to see something like this.

The noodles were left to dry until, upon being taken down and gently bent, they didn’t break and obediently changed shape.

Skillful women came over to help gather the noodles, tying them into bundles for storage.

After finishing their work, everyone took some dried noodles, boiled them, and tasted the result.

When the first pot of noodles was cooked, everyone understood the advantages of dried noodles.

Convenient, fast.

The taste was different from hand-rolled noodles, but just as delicious, and the children particularly liked them.

At the small wooden house’s dining table, Nian Shutong and her group enjoyed noodle soup.

After a bowl of noodles, she turned to Fu Yunhe.

“What do you think about this, selling to the Legion?”

Fu Yunhe, a former Commander, thought it was very good.

“Very good, convenient, fast.”

The most important aspect was the speed, which was crucial.

Nian Shutong trusted Fu Yunhe’s opinion, but since the production volume was too low, they couldn’t sell much at the moment.

After all, the flour supply was quite limited.

So, she decided to research a few more things and send them to the Legion along with the noodles, letting them choose what to buy.

“Xiao He, see if there’s any equipment for making sealed tin boxes in the interstellar market, second-hand will do; Rubble can modify them.”

“Also, look for a vacuum sealing machine, the kind that can seal things airtight,” Nian Shutong paused, “If there are any, buy a few and choose a spot by the sea to set up a seafood processing factory.”

“Right, buy a few more boats, let Rubble keep modifying them.”

“And find some people who are good swimmers; I plan to have them go out to sea to fish.”

“Alright, I’ve taken note,” Xiao He replied.

Having made these arrangements, Nian Shutong then ate her meal at ease.

The ocean was an inexhaustible resource, and in times when food supplies were lacking, she intended to make perfect use of it.