Nian Shutong didn’t approach to ask but instead opened her Light Computer and searched for information on the Star Network herself.
She did want to ask Fu Yunhe, but then thought better of it.
Lately, Fu Yunhe’s way of handling things had beco sowhat strange; he often worried about being in danger.
Nian Shutong really wanted to ask, "Who is in danger?"
Could it be that her enemies were in danger? It really was like getting older and becoming too concerned.
Thinking about how Fu Yunhe had said he’d die at ninety-eight, Nian Shutong couldn’t help but curl her lip.
To think he was even a year older than her, according to Rubble, that was unscientific.
After all, she was a Cultivator, and at her level, she was typically revered as an "Ancestral Grandma."
Little did she expect that the current Nian Shutong was a few months younger than Fu Yunhe; in her past life, she had been a year younger.
It always felt like being younger diminished her presence.
Thus, Nian Shutong was not planning to tell Fu Yunhe exactly how old she was.
If you ask, she is just an "Ancestral Grandma" with hordes of disciples and grand-disciples; feel free to guess however you like!
On the Star Network, Nian Shutong perused several forums and finally understood a bit more.
As she had thought, one could go alone or in a team.
Moreover, if one killed mbers of the Insect Race, they could earn so contribution points.
Border City wasn’t too far from here; driving the Shadowless would take about two or three hours.
The gates of Border City had a ti restriction, opening at five in the morning and closing at eight in the evening.
If you didn’t return within the designated ti, it ant spending the night on the Insect side, a choice nearly no one made.
Of course, there were so skilled and courageous individuals, or teams with strong capabilities, who even if stationed in Insect territories, were fearless.
There were mobile Legions in so areas within Insect territories. The Seventh Legion, which had previously cooperated with Nian Shutong, was currently stationed at a border area of the Insect territory.
The Insect Race territory was vast with an extensive border line, with different military forces stationed in each area.
For those familiar with the combat practices of the Legions, following behind them along the border could be comparatively safer.
However, none of this concerned Nian Shutong anymore; in the eyes of others, she was foolishly bold, but in her own eyes, she radiated confidence. She decided to go alone.
At the tavern, Nian Shutong looked at the drink before her with so worry.
The drink truly tasted bad, but the money was indeed spent.
Should she resell it to soone else? Not to make a profit, but selling it for half would do.
Just as Nian Shutong was about to act, Daodao stopped her.
"Master, let’s just take it to go."
"Take it to go? What’s that?"
"It ans packing the drink in our own bottle and taking it with us."
"Oh, I see."
That could work, and might even be better.
Nian Shutong had never taken her drink to go, so she hadn’t thought of this option before.
Inside the tavern, Nian Shutong pulled out a small flask, into which she poured the drink.
Her action wasn’t out of place, since many people ca to buy this type of drink and take it away.
With her drink securely packed, Nian Shutong finally left the tavern.
She found a place selling maps, bought two, wandered around a bit, and picked up so gossip.
After a while, she drove her Shadowless away from the Transfer Station, heading toward the nearest Insect border.
The whole endeavor took almost a whole day for Nian Shutong.
anwhile, the atmosphere in the small wooden house was rather gloomy all day, but this ti everyone was exceptionally well-behaved.
Fu Yunhe felt sowhat relieved but also a bit worried.
What worried him was that this group of peculiar-minded people at ho should not be frightened by Nian Shutong.
That afternoon, at seven, it was ti for Little River Live.
Fu Yunhe, who had prepared himself, instinctively glanced at Nian Shutong’s usual spot and really felt a little uneasy for the first ti without Nian Shutong around.
But still, he needed to do a good job.
Luckily, he had studied the content for today’s live stream yesterday.
"Hello everyone, I’m Xiao He."
"Today’s live streaming is about cooking nz."
Under the cara, Fu Yunhe brought out a sowhat grayish-blue rectangular block and placed it on an iron plate.
"This iron plate is our main tool today, it can be heated directly underneath, and the entire plate is hot."
"This grayish-blue thing is called nz."
"It is made from sweet potato starch, also known as sweet potato starch."
"The basic steps are to mix in a bit of salt, add water in batches, and stir evenly."
At this point, Fu Yunhe took a small basin of sweet potato starch and began to work.
"When it’s stirred evenly, pour it into the pan, heat it on low fire, and keep stirring."
"It’s ready when it solidifies into a transparent state."
[Mr. Xiao He is especially quick to get into the topic today.]
[I noticed that too, there’s always a bit of a gap at the beginning every day.]
[Is Mr. Xiao He in a hurry to do sothing?]
[Why do I feel like Mr. Xiao He’s mood isn’t that great today, like there’s sothing missing in his voice, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.]
[Right, I noticed that too.]
[Is there sothing bothering Mr. Xiao He? Can we help in any way?]
The fans in the comnt section really seed to have a kind of broad magic, even slight emotional changes were noticed by them.
At this point, Fu Yunhe had already turned off the fire and took a large bowl, brushing a layer of oil at the bottom.
"Pour this thick liquid into the bowl with oil-brushed bottom, which helps prevent sticking when pouring it out."
"Smooth it out, asure, cover with a lid, and put it in the refrigerator."
After Fu Yunhe finished this portion, he pointed at the block of blue-gray nz on the iron plate and said, "This is the solidified nz."
"Cut it into small pieces, sprinkle so oil on the iron plate, cook it on low heat, fry until each side is slightly browned."
[Doesn’t this nz have any taste?]
[Yes, it seems like the most plain food Mr. Xiao He has ever made.]
[It doesn’t look very appealing at the mont.]
[But I still have a lot of confidence in it.]
[That’s true, anything Xiao He makes is always of top-quality.]
[Mr. Xiao He hasn’t said yet, has sothing happened?]
Fu Yunhe’s arms, each holding a small spatula similar to a shovel, kept cutting and frying the nz.
"I haven’t tried this dish before, it was developed by our Boss yesterday, and today is the first ti making it."
"As for any issues, there really isn’t anything, just that the Boss went out today."
[Boss isn’t here?]
[Boss not around, Mr. Xiao He feels down.]
[This cause-and-effect relationship is interesting.]
[Where did the Boss go?]
[So it’s the first ti eating it, could it be a flop?]
[Impossible right? Mr. Xiao He never flops.]
By this ti, Fu Yunhe had almost finished frying and he served a small bowl of nz.
"The whereabouts of the Boss are confidential, as for whether this is tasty, you’ll find out soon."
"Master Fan, bring the seasoning!"
"Coming!"
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