The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead
Chapter 309 - 307 Roast Duck as a Gift

Chapter 309: Chapter 307 Roast Duck as a Gift

Nian Shutong, along with Dou Dou, did not immediately leave but instead began collecting duck eggs.

At this time, they were no longer worried about startling the ducks, and when they found a nest of eggs, they would take away one-third of them.

"Auntie, why don’t we take a few more?"

"Because in the wild, we’re not the only ones who like eggs, many other animals do too. If we take away a third and another third get stolen by others, there won’t be much left."

"We must leave some for them to hatch ducklings."

Dou Dou kept nodding; his auntie was right.

The two collected almost a hundred eggs, then stopped and prepared to go back.

"Auntie, auntie, there’s something here."

Dou Dou had discovered something.

In a place unnoticed, the Little Pink Pig glanced at Dou Dou with surprise, this little kid had strong luck.

It was just a matter of turning around for Nian Shutong, and Dou Dou had found something by himself.

She too was a bit amazed, Dou Dou’s fortune was indeed strong.

"What’s that?"

Nian Shutong walked over and saw the tip of something spiral-shaped poking out from beneath a duck’s nest.

Nian Shutong did not disregard Dou Dou’s words. She pulled apart the duck’s nest and lifted the object underneath.

A sheep.

A sheep sculpture.

Nian Shutong looked at the sheep sculpture in her hands, not knowing what breed of sheep it was but certain that it was related to the Little Pink Pig.

The key thing about this object was that it would conceal itself. You wouldn’t know it was full of toxins until you actually held it in your hands.

Nian Shutong thought of the four sculptures she had in her possession—sheep, pig, snake, and dog. Could it be the zodiac?

She was not sure and could only wait for more sculptures to appear.

"Thank you, Dou Dou, auntie really needs this."

Nian Shutong thanked Dou Dou formally; his little chubby face blushed as he said, "Then when Dou Dou goes out, he will think of this sculpture and find it for auntie."

"No need, just let nature take its course."

Nian Shutong sincerely accepted Dou Dou. She squatted down and asked him, "If you keep thinking about something and find it later, would you feel uncomfortable?"

Dou Dou tilted his head, pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, auntie."

"Good, but we still need to use it sparingly. Using something too much will wear it thin and reduce it."

"If it just presents itself to you, we won’t refuse it, but also don’t overuse your abilities, understand?"

Dou Dou did not quite understand, but he trusted Nian Shutong.

"Dou Dou understands, auntie."

Dou Dou nodded vigorously.

"Good boy."

Nian Shutong did not explain too much, as the affairs of the world, the cycle of cause and effect—who could make it clear?

Do not squander simply because you possess.

At any time, it’s necessary to hold something back.

Nian Shutong stood up, took Dou Dou’s hand, and they both mounted Shadowless and returned to the small wooden house.

Upon returning to the small wooden house, the first thing she did was pluck ducks.

This time, it wasn’t just Fu Yunhe working alone; several people lent a hand.

It was done quickly, and once everyone had prepared the ducks, Nian Shutong brought out a large basket of duck eggs and asked everyone to help clean them; she wanted to make salted duck eggs.

As for herself, she began giving the ducks another thorough massage.

Only thus could they speed up the process of roasting the duck and recreate the mind-blowing taste of yesterday.

Missing a step wouldn’t do.

Initially, they had thought only yesterday’s batch of ducks needed massaging—how unpredictable life is!

After finishing with the duck, they followed the same steps, placing it in the large roasting pot, and left everything to time.

Then, Nian Shutong dug up another jar of wine.

Fu Yunhe watched as Nian Shutong came out holding the wine jar and glanced worriedly at the spot where Nian Shutong brewed his wine.

"Is this wine ready?"

It had only been a few days, and Nian Shutong had already dug up several jars; at this rate, they wouldn’t last very long.

"Don’t worry, I won’t drink it."

Clutching the wine jar, Nian Shutong walked over to the dried duck eggs and instructed Wang Xiaoxiao, "Go get some salt, and bring extra."

"Alright, understood Boss."

Wang Xiaoxiao, whose body had grown quite a bit, swiftly ran to the kitchen and returned hugging a clay jar of salt.

Several curious children watched, and Mr. Fan also approached, intrigued, seeing that the Boss was clearly preparing to make some new food.

"What we’re making now is called salted duck eggs. They can be pickled in brine, with a salt-to-water ratio of five to one."

Nian Shutong began mixing the brine, and once ready, submerged the duck eggs, then added:

"After putting them in, pour a bit of white wine on top, seal the jar, and leave it in a ventilated place. They should be ready to eat in about twenty-five days or a month."

By the time he finished a jar, Mr. Fan had taken over for the rest.

After washing his hands, Nian Shutong found he didn’t have much to do, so he decided to check out the breeding area.

Fu Yunhe and Dou Dou were both planning to go, and the other children wanted to as well but stayed silent.

Nian Shutong gestured broadly, "Everyone, let’s go."

Their own property—why shouldn’t they visit?

Nian Shutong and Fu Yunhe, followed by a group of kids, took the commuter car not far away to the breeding farm.

Along the way, the children couldn’t help but feel excited, quietly chatting with their little friends.

This was their first real excursion beyond the small wooden house and its adjacent fields.

Seeing the children’s joy, Nian Shutong thought they should venture out more often in the future.

Or perhaps after they had practiced boxing for some time, a few small hunts could be an option.

All these matters took root in Nian Shutong’s mind; she was intent on nurturing these children. It might be slightly late to make such improvements for adults, but these children were at the ideal age.

Their malleability was high—this was why the old Immortal Sect used to test the spirit root of small children, allowing them to grow up in the sect and forge a deep connection with it.

The vehicle drove for about twenty minutes before finally reaching the breeding farm.

The current farm was nestled between two hillsides.

There was a large open space between the hills where cattle and sheep could be grazed in the future.

One corner against a hillside housed the chicken coop—many units with protective nets on top, preventing wingless chickens from flying around.

The hillsides also had numerous small robots, painted a natural green, that automatically cleaned. Currently, they coexisted harmoniously with the chicken flock.

The small robots mainly cleaned up manure, which, once collected, was processed into fertilizer that could be sold or used on their own fields.

At a considerable distance were the pig pens.

The large pig house was just as tidy, entirely maintained by robots.

During the day, the pigs could freely meander around their area—genuine wandering pigs.

The entire breeding farm had only six workers, not including the resident Little Silver Snake and Big Bird.

The six workers only needed to feed the animals and check their condition at specified times to make sure none were sick.

They also periodically inspected the fence to prevent any damage.