The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 150 - The Story of Dumplings

Chapter 150: Chapter 150 The Story of Dumplings

“Earth Bar’s” account had just finished posting when Daodao promptly posted a short essay too.

It was a short essay about dumplings.

Starting from the famous Huaxia physician Zhang Zhongjing, who wrapped medicinal herbs in dough to prevent frostbite on ears, leading people to create a food shaped similarly called Jiao’er.

Next, it mentioned the ancient tradition of eating dumplings on New Year’s Eve, symbolizing the passing of years.

In the end, it used nearly a hundred words to describe how delicious dumplings were, the kind that made one drool just by reading the text.

The short essay, told in a storytelling manner, was engaging and slightly tempting.

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Known as a word transporter, the writer had already gained some fame, attracting many Immortal Slaying fans in the comments under the account.

[What does this mean? Have we driven her mad?]

[Could it be that her next book is about dumplings?]

[Cultivation dumplings?]

[Buddhist, Daoist, and Demonic Cultivation dumplings?]

[Please, let the lover of dumplings live.]

[Dare to die? I’ll eat you.]

Nian Shutong, constantly scrolling through Star Network comments, asked with uncertainty, “Daodao, are your book fans… normal?”

“They’re all suggesting Daodao change the ending, probably a bit frantic.”

A bit? She, a pure person from the Cultivation World, didn’t even know there were cultivation dumplings?

She was indeed ignorant.

During the joint event of Nian Shutong’s two accounts, dumplings indeed caught much attention.

Especially when Mr. Yu reposted that poem about dumplings, not just reposting but also adding his analysis.

Using objects to symbolize people, he expressed optimism and other traits through a lengthy eight hundred-word essay.

And after Mr. Yu’s repost, many members of the Poetry Club followed suit, making “Earth Bar” start to emerge in the cultural circles.

While the discussion was lively on Star Network, Nian Shutong’s two accounts posted a link simultaneously.

It was to their live streaming room, accompanied by a phrase: Come tonight, I’ll treat you to dumplings.

[I must go, after reading Wengong’s short essay, I’m salivating.]

[Though you killed my beloved Bi Yao, I’ll check it out for the sake of dumplings.]

[As a scholar of poetry and a pursuer of traditional culture, how can I miss this chance to pursue the truth?]

[Let’s go!]

The two accounts, totaling around twenty million fans, were a drop in the ocean compared to the interstellar population counts.

But for Nian Shutong, it was enough.

She had initially planned to let others share the post, with shares qualifying for free dumplings, but worried that if things crashed with too many people eating dumplings, Rubble and the others would be exhausted to death.

Having arranged everything, Nian Shutong focused on making dumplings, waiting for seven in the evening to start the broadcast.

The small wooden house’s dumplings kept increasing in number, stacking high in thermal boxes, and if Nian Shutong hadn’t made some money, she probably couldn’t have afforded these warming containers.

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“Everyone, let’s push through tonight, and after we finish, we’ll take a two-day break to rest up.”

“Not strike while the iron’s hot?”

Fu Yunhe pinched a dumpling and looked up at Nian Shutong.

Nian Shutong stretched out a finger and slid it across Fu Yunhe’s nose tip, locking eyes with his dazed gaze.

“I saw some flour on your nose, just thought I’d help!”

“Are you sure it was to help?” Fu Yunhe looked at the flour on Nian Shutong’s hand, which had turned her dark hands white.

“Ha ha ha ha ha! It’s all the same, all the same.” Nian Shutong was actually doing it on purpose, because everyone else’s packing was somewhat messy, but this man alone was unnaturally neat.

Of course, except for Rubble.

“Oh, and about your question, this is playing the long game, making you crave it after one bite, itching in your heart.”