Chapter 2014 - 1994:

Chapter 2014: Chapter 1994:

"What if they refuse to drink?" Kuang Xiao chuckled bitterly. It’s not like this is something that must be done right now. If they haven’t considered it, can we really force their hand?

"No problem. If they don’t drink, we’ll move to the next plan. We’ll just start boiling water and making soup; the aroma will waft over to them," Luo Qianqian grinned mischievously. "But to cover up our true intentions, we’ll need a few ingredients."

Kuang Xiao was speechless. So this is the plan? He was still wondering how drinking water could entice the opponents...

"Here’s one for you; wait patiently for them to get thirsty."

Luo Qianqian gleamed with pride, "But... usually at this point, Shiliu steps up, right? I’m afraid I don’t have those skills." She could cook noodles, but this was like hosting a live show on instant noodle preparation!

Long Tu glanced at Luo Qianqian and said softly, "I’ve seen it done enough times; I understand a bit. I’ll handle it."

"That’s wonderful," Luo Qianqian clapped her hands and chuckled. "I was waiting for you to say that. Come on, don’t be shy. What kind of soup should we make? Something with a strong flavor to mask the Tortoise Breath Pill... Hmm, let’s prepare the soup below. That way we’ll be closer to the stage and can manually control the wind direction to ensure the aroma travels."

"I loved the hot and sour soup Shiliu made last time!" Di Jun immediately jumped up and exclaimed excitedly.

Luo Qianqian’s eyes rolled, "No way, we’re out of ingredients. What do you have? A lot of stuff can only be found on Shiliu; I can’t manage without them."

"I have meat..." Di Jun admitted awkwardly since he’s a meat lover, but at the moment, the lack of ingredients felt truly frustrating.

"I’ve got instant noodle seasoning packets in my hand. How about we use them to make some dumpling soup? Simple ingredients and a strong flavor," Luo Qianqian suddenly suggested.

"It’s doable," Long Tu said after a slight pause.

"Does Mier like spicy food?" Luo Qianqian asked curiously.

"Yes," Luo Mier nodded promptly.

Luo Qianqian understood and smiled, knowing He Wenyu’s culinary skills were indeed unforgettable, isn’t that right? So she completely understood Luo Mier’s current expression. She looked at Kuang Xiao with a charming smile, "Quickly prepare the water; we have almost everything else."

"You guys aren’t lacking in water either..." Kuang Xiao sighed as he stood up.

"Hurry up, and you can share some with your brothers," Luo Qianqian said as Kuang Xiao vanished from their sight, not paying attention to the people around, just feeling a gust of wind blowing by...

"We’re certainly not short on water, but we do need to give them an opportunity, right?" Luo Qianqian stood up cheerfully, "Time to get ready folks, let’s not waste time here, let’s go, let’s go..." she said and quickly left.

Di Jun followed swiftly, then took out a pot, placing it in front of Luo Qianqian, chuckling...

As a foodie, it’s a must, right? In case one comes across good ingredients but can’t cook them to satisfaction, wouldn’t that be utterly depressing?

To avoid such situations, it’s crucial to carry ingredients, seasonings, utensils, and firewood at all times.

"You’re a hero," Luo Qianqian laughed out loud and then called towards the stage, "Shiliu, hold on, we’re having a meal here, we’ll save you some."

He Wenyu was initially startled but soon fell into thought. Luo Qianqian isn’t hungry yet, and it’s not quite mealtime yet either. Why is Luo Qianqian asking her to hold on and have more time?

It means they’ve found a solution, right?

Her eyes lit up, and she dodged more nimbly, eluding the opponent’s attempts to land a blow without giving them any chance of success.

The opponent felt frustrated. It was clear they were just an inch away, but now the chance was gone?

Whether they threw themselves to the ground or hit themselves, it was futile.

So they ended up playing a furious chasing game, just needing one more attempt, only one more attack!

That’s the feeling, just one more is needed!

After Kuang Xiao delivered the water, he eagerly waited on the side.

Then watched Di Jun performing like a magic trick...

Firewood, fire starter, stand, and a metal spoon, everything was there!

Luo Qianqian took out the instant noodle seasoning packet. Just as the water was almost boiling, she decisively threw in a Tortoise Breath Pill, then stepped aside to fan the steam.

Long Tu followed Luo Qianqian’s lead, decisively adding in the instant noodle seasoning.

With He Wenyu leading her chase, the pursuer took a deep breath, raising an eyebrow, "Tomato sauce noodles? Is this golden soup beef? Ooh, quite a lot added? And prawn fish-board noodles?"

When she smelt it, her chaser did too, and immediately felt odd, rushing behind He Wenyu, decisively reaching out... and grabbing He Wenyu’s hair.

He Wenyu’s steps immediately froze, and both sides of the stands were stunned.

"You bastard!" He Wenyu stopped angrily, kicking and sending her opponent flying out of the arena, conveniently landing in front of the Yellow Class. "How dare you pull my hair?! Have you no shame? You think this is a little girl’s fight?" Unceremoniously following with a kick to their lower torso.

"Ow..."

Watching the scene up close, Kuang Xiao jumped back with his hands clasped protectively, face terrified as he stared at He Wenyu.

He Wenyu glared, "What are you looking at, want a fight?"

Seeing He Wenyu’s messy hairstyle, Luo Qianqian silently extended her arm, handing her a hair tie, "Tie it up. After all, his hair is long; why not retaliate in kind? Why do this? It’ll just lead to gossip later." Luo Qianqian sighed.

"I’m not afraid of gossip. I didn’t use force, just made sure it hurt a bit, no other issues." As if understanding Luo Qianqian’s concerns, He Wenyu shrugged, "What are you doing? Making instant noodles?"

"Sort of, too tiring to just watch," Luo Qianqian blinked without saying much more, after all, there’s an ’injured’ person here, need to be cautious!

"Give me some beeswax, the one Fourth Sister-in-Law gave you," He Wenyu requested, holding out her hand, "I think, more than a few strands of hair, a Mediterranean style suits him better."

"Hmm, could do, but... they’ve already sent people over," Luo Qianqian pulled a small jar from within her clothes.

About Luo Qianqian’s naive attempt to ’head in the sand,’ assuming nobody noticed the Spatial Storage Device hidden in her clothes, He Wenyu thought... Being An Hao’s sister makes it unsurprising she’s a bit childish.