[Gentle, money-loving spirit-plant farmer top Song He'an x cold, spendthrift foodie Sword Venerable bottom Ji Zhan Shuang]
[One-line summary: An abandoned disciple gets rich selling deep-fried pork intestines and cloud delivery, and casually gives the aloof Sword Venerable some "physical therapy" on the bed. A cozy, funny everyday tale.]
[Blurb:]
Song He'an was kicked out of the sect for secretly growing garlic in the medicinal herb garden, much to the dismay of the steward elder, who prized "abstaining from food and cultivating in seclusion."
Looking at three mu of wasteland at her feet and two chili seeds in her pocket, Song He'an rolled up her sleeves. Abstain from food? What good is immortality if you end up a fossil? The proper path is eating well and living it up!
She used her mutated wood-type spiritual power to fatten up scallions, garlic sprouts, and fiery little chilies.
She repurposed an abandoned teleportation array into a "cloud delivery network," easing the late-night snack cravings of overworked cultivators and rogue cultivators.
Stir-fried pork intestines, iced sour plum soup, spicy skewers infused with spiritual energy... Her "Cloudside Food Stall" became a hit all along Mortal Farmer Street!
Then, one night, a woman in white, icy to the touch and badly wounded, collapsed outside her fence.
The woman was breathtakingly beautiful, with a gaze as cold as frost, but her stomach kept rumbling.
Song He'an got straight to work and served up a steaming plate of spicy, aromatic stir-fried pork intestines.
The aloof Sword Venerable Ji Zhan Shuang gritted her teeth. "How could anyone eat such filth?"
Half an incense stick later, the plate was clean enough to use as a mirror.
To pay off her expensive meals and lodging, the aloof Sword Venerable became the food stall's woodcutter and guard.
When the cold poison flared at night, Ji Zhan Shuang's body turned icy. Song He'an climbed into bed without a hint of shame. "Heroine Ji, I'm using my wood-type spiritual power to 'physically draw out your poison.' I'm absolutely not taking advantage of you."
Ji Zhan Shuang's eyes turned red at the corners. She gripped Song He'an's wrist tightly and panted hoarsely. "...By the rules, I get another bowl of sweet glutinous rice soup tonight."
[Reader's guide]
1. One-to-one romance, both sexually inexperienced, lighthearted and funny, with a cozy, home-cooked feel to the everyday food-and-cultivation story.
2. Includes a little subtle "physical therapy/taste-testing" flirtation. The extras include a pregnancy plot.
3. Pure sweet indulgence, no angst. All the antagonists are wage slaves!
Theme: Immortality through abstinence can't beat the mortal world. A bowl of home cooking can soothe the soul.
At the end, the two girls gave birth to a boy. God, at the end, there was a big lump of chocolate-flavored shit. Has Ai Nan fallen in love to this point? If you give birth to twins, they have to be a boy and a girl. Oh my God, it will explode.
How did I just see this? This setting is really interesting. You can tell it's good just by reading the text. After reading it, I just felt that it was such a good article. It's rare to see such a small collection.
It's actually a food article + farming article, now I have to support it
Love farming articles so much!! Don't be fooled!!