130: The Fodder That Could Burst a Pig's Stomach

As a result, absolutely nothing was accomplished all night. Dragging his exhausted body into the kitchen, Ming Tian felt an urge to slap himself across the face. He had held Xinzhu in his arms all night, yet spent the entire time telling her stories without doing a single thing—was his brain filled with rice gruel?

Sigh...

"I heard someone completely wrecked the bamboo wall of my bathhouse last night. Was that you?" As soon as he entered the kitchen, a crimson-clad figure greeted him.

Early as it was, Wei Jingjing was already waiting there, arms crossed, looking as though she had been lingering for quite some time. Her plump, towering breasts were so extraordinarily large that rather than her arms resting across her chest, it looked more like she was propping them up from underneath, causing Ming Tian to swallow hard involuntarily.

"N-no, it wasn't me. It has nothing to do with you. Go find An Luo." Ming Tian decisively threw An Luo under the bus.

Sighing, Wei Jingjing looked slightly displeased, but seemed to resign herself to it. "Fine, that wall was old enough anyway and needed replacing, so I won't press the matter."

Ming Tian pressed his lips together and simply nodded. Her posture of standing with her arms crossed accentuated the curves of her breasts so vividly that Ming Tian found it impossible to look away.

"Hey, nice view? Do you want to just come over and touch them?" Noticing his gaze, Wei Jingjing narrowed her eyes slightly and taunted him.

"Huh? Can I?"

"Of course not!!" Wei Jingjing roared angrily, choking Ming Tian so badly he couldn't utter a single syllable.

"Stared enough? Time to cook now. What are you planning to make?"

Averting his gaze, Ming Tian gave a couple of dry coughs. "I don't know, I'll just whip up a couple of random dishes."

He couldn't keep looking; this chick's curves were simply too seductive, and she was drop-dead gorgeous to boot. If he stared any longer, he feared he wouldn't be able to handle it. Besides, he still held a bit of a grudge against her for blabbing to Xinzhu about time-travelers, so he didn't want to waste words on her.

Watching Ming Tian set up the wok, Wei Jingjing let out a cold huff and called out, "Xiao Fei, come give a hand."

"Coming!"

Yun Yufei's cheerful voice drifted in from outside. Soon, the pink-haired little girl—who looked like a rural non-mainstream rebel yet possessed an utterly pure and adorable demeanor—skipped bouncing into the room.

Jerking her thumb toward Xiao Fei with a disgruntled expression, Wei Jingjing said, "Xiao Fei will supervise your cooking."

Supervise?

Those words ruffled Ming Tian's feathers. He slammed a spatula down into the wok and cursed, "Damn it, does my culinary skill even need supervision?"

Wei Jingjing remained silent, merely glaring at him coldly. Meanwhile, Xiao Fei chuckled good-naturedly, walked over, patted his shoulder, and tried to smooth things over. "Oh, come on, don't be mad. I'm really just here to be your assistant."

This woman looked stunning, so why was she making things difficult for him at every turn? If Yun Yufei hadn't spoken so sweetly, Ming Tian would have already thrown his spatula in a fury and quit. With his Great Healing spell, did he really need to put up with this kind of grievance? Nobody had ever dared supervise his cooking before. Knowing he was a time-traveler and still having someone watch over him? Don't assume you're all high and mighty just because you're a second-generation transmigrator; put simply, you're just a local native.

"Whatever you like, but you'd better cook us something decent. Still, to keep you from acting like an utter idiot, let me give you a warning first."

Crooking an onion-white finger, Wei Jingjing radiated a chill that was almost visible to the naked eye.

"The last time-traveler who cooked for us—whether he'd just crossed over recently or read too many web novels—thought he was some kind of protagonist. He talked big, acted arrogant with a poker face, and even tried to hit on me and Xiao Fei. In the end, he tried to palm off a plate of egg fried rice, telling us 'you'll understand the moment you take a bite.' It turned out to be nothing more than an ordinary plate of egg fried rice with mildly decent heat control. I broke his legs and threw him out. Don't you dare pull any idiotic stunts like that."

Huh? An idiot like that actually existed?

Ming Tian's mouth twitched slightly, feeling a tinge of pity for the time-traveler she described; the guy was probably a clueless moron in his past life as well. Novels were fiction—how could anyone act like a protagonist from a book? That poker-faced arrogance of novel protagonists, backed by the slightest bit of capability, was simply called lacking social skills in reality, and such people would long have been beaten until they couldn't take care of themselves. Though Ming Tian liked to shoot his mouth off, he was fundamentally a mature and steady man. Acting like a goofball was just his way of relieving life's pressures; he would never pull something so stupid.

"Finished? Can you get out now?"

Although Wei Jingjing's delivery was crude, her logic was sound. That didn't mean Ming Tian had no grievances against her, though; he was simply eager to chase her out. How was he supposed to cook with this shrew lingering in the kitchen?

Wei Jingjing didn't press the issue further. She told Xiao Fei to keep an eye on him and strolled out on her own.

Despite her words, the moment Ming Tian walked over to the ingredient rack, his mind went blank.

Oh, you shrew, talking all high and mighty, and yet you didn't even prepare any actual ingredients for me?! What is this supposed to be? What kind of ghost setup is this? Are you messing with me?

He had imagined that since the bathhouse was so high-tech and even the kitchen possessed a distinctly modern feel—with all utensils uniformly made of stainless steel or ceramic—the ingredients theoretically wouldn't be bad either. But Ming Tian's expectations had been far too rosy.

What kind of wretched junk was sitting on that ingredient rack?!

Fresh Chinese clover greens, their tender leaves still glittering with morning dew, looked incredibly crisp and clearly hand-picked. However... stretching across an ingredient rack over ten meters long and two meters high were nothing but clover greens!

Clover greens, clover greens! Clover greens everywhere!!

Everything was clover greens!

There had to be tons of clover greens piled up here! Aside from that, there was absolutely nothing else!

Chinese clover greens had been introduced to China via the Silk Road during the Han dynasties. Theoretically, anything related to the Silk Road in this era should be a precious commodity! But clover greens were the exception. They propagated rapidly and had minimal soil requirements; you could scatter a handful of seeds on wasteland, ignore them completely, and return two years later to harvest tons of them. Consequently, by the Northern and Southern dynasties, you could see clover greens covering the hillsides every Qingming Festival.

Unfortunately, without woks, the primary use of clover greens was to plant them near crops and let them rot into fertilizer, or use them to reclaim wasteland, or feed livestock. While they weren't top-tier fertilizers, they were convenient—and certainly easier and more pleasant than shoveling human waste!

Let me think, what can you make with clover greens? Garlic stir-fry? And... that's it!! You can only stir-fry them with garlic!! Are you messing with me, big sister?! Wait, you could also make clover pickles... but those took at least half a month to ferment!

Ming Tian was certain.

This woman named Wei Jingjing was definitely messing with him; she was totally messing with him! Don't let her fall into his hands; if she ever did, he'd make sure to wear her out for an entire night!

"Um? Mr. Ming Tian, why aren't you cooking?" Xiao Fei tilted her little head to the side, leaning in slightly with the curiosity of a little kitten.

Ming Tian's eyes and mouth narrowed into three parallel lines. "Is there... only clover greens here?"

Xiao Fei nodded her little head cheerfully. "Yeah! Sister Wei said it's the season for clover greens, and I love eating them too, so I gathered a bit extra."

There had to be over a thousand pounds of clover greens here! Just how much did you love eating them to harvest a ton?! With this many clover greens, you could choke a pig to death!

Hoo...

Taking a deep breath, Ming Tian told himself to stay calm. Xiao Fei seemed like the only normal person here—though harvesting a ton of clover greens wasn't entirely normal, it was relatively mild compared to the others. She harbored no malicious intent, so he couldn't take his anger out on her.

"Then, may I ask if there are any other ingredients?"

"Yes, there are!" Xiao Fei answered happily.

That finally made Ming Tian let out a sigh of relief. "What other ingredients do we have?"

Xiao Fei giggled. "There are plenty of ingredients here! We also have rice and wheat."

"Okay," Ming Tian nodded, waiting for her to continue.

Then, after waiting three full minutes, the little girl continued to blink her eyes in silence. That made Ming Tian realize what she meant.

"Rice and wheat... and what else?"

"What else?" Pouting her lips, she tilted her head in confusion. "That's it. Clover greens, wheat, and rice."

"Didn't you say there were plenty?"

"Yeah! We have four hundred pounds of rice, six hundred pounds of wheat, and thirty-two hundred pounds of clover greens. Isn't that a lot?"

Slap!

Hearing that, Ming Tian planted a palm squarely against his face. I take back what I said, little sister; I think your pituitary gland is in urgent need of an upgrade. If you had enough money to buy all that rice and wheat, why didn't you stock up on other ingredients?! Thirty-two hundred pounds of clover greens—are you feeding an army of pigs?!

For some reason, Ming Tian suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to slap this adorable little girl into next week. Good lord! Is there a single normal person in this bathhouse at all?!