How Tang Yuehua Wanted to Turn Raw Rice into Cooked Rice!

She admitted that most of her love at first sight for him had been sparked by his looks.

But after their brief contact and time together, Tang Yuehua had become certain of her feelings.

After all, for a woman, someone as handsome as Qian Chengxiao was a fatally tempting allure.

Moreover, from the moment she first saw him, her curiosity had already been drawn to him.

On top of that, she did not dislike or resent him in the slightest.

She had already liked him because of his looks, but after seeing his peerless cultivation talent and potential, her fondness for him only grew.

The Douluo Continent had always been a world where the strong preyed upon the weak, where the victor was king.

Whoever had the bigger fist was in the right.

And women were naturally drawn to the strong.

Qian Chengxiao had looks, potential, and talent. Aside from his somewhat tragic background, he was practically the most perfect man in the world, without equal.

After their first intimate contact and being so close to him, she had become obsessed with the aura he gave off and wanted to stay by his side forever.

The moment she took his hand and brought him into her boudoir, she had already made up her mind.

She had to hold on to this man.

If she let him go, she would never meet someone so wonderful again.

But now, she was anxious.

He was already perfect beyond belief, yet he could even cook such delicious food that he had her taste buds and little tummy completely under his control.

What was this?

He was simply the man of her dreams, a treasure boy bestowed by heaven!

She had only confirmed her feelings before, but now she was truly anxious.

Such a heaven-sent treasure boy was the best gift and the most precious treasure Heaven had given her.

If she did not make her move and win him over soon, what if he ran away someday?

That was why she had slipped Qian Chengxiao's thumb into her mouth earlier.

But... but that was not enough.

After all, Mother had told her before.

Even if you struck first, it would not put your mind at ease until you had eaten him into your belly.

The safest way was to turn raw rice into cooked rice, then eat your fill every day. Good for you, good for me.

Only then could she be considered to have completely won him over.

But...

But there was raw rice at home, yet she did not know how to cook it.

She could only make noodles. She had not yet learned something as profound as cooking rice.

No, no. She had to learn how to cook rice as soon as possible. If she did not turn the raw rice into cooked rice soon enough and he stopped liking her, what would she do?

After all...

After all...

She was not worthy of him.

Even though she was the little princess of the Clear Sky Sect, she was still not worthy of him.

Because her martial soul was not the Haotian Hammer, but the mutated Noble Circle.

Although she had been born with a Domain, it was useless.

And for her entire life, she would never be able to break through Soul Scholar and become a true Soul Master.

At that thought, Tang Yuehua's eyes gradually dimmed.

Her earlier happiness had made her forget that she possessed no cultivation talent at all.

In this world where the strong preyed on the weak and fists determined what was right, no matter how beautiful she was, if not for Father's protection and her status as the little princess of the Clear Sky Sect—

She feared she would not even be qualified to become someone's concubine, and might even be reduced to a plaything for those nobles.

At that thought, Tang Yuehua felt as though an invisible hand had seized her heart, squeezing so hard that she could not breathe.

One moment, she had been thinking about how to turn raw rice into cooked rice. The next, reality had delivered her a vicious slap.

Her dream shattered, and she woke up from it.

Thinking of this, Tang Yuehua, who stood before Qian Chengxiao, had red-rimmed eyes. Tears streamed down her face like a snapped string of beads.

"Fool, what's wrong?"

Seeing Tang Yuehua crying before him, Qian Chengxiao's heart tightened. He placed a hand on her Little Head, his gentle voice full of concern.

Even his gaze toward Tang Yuehua held traces of heartache.

He knew that this silly little fool loved having her head stroked. Otherwise, he would not have placed his hand on her Little Head the very moment she began to cry.

Qian Chengxiao was deeply puzzled by Tang Yuehua's sudden heartbreak and endless tears.

Just moments ago, this Little Lass had been standing before him in a daze, apparently lost in thought. Her face was flushed red, and she had even worn a lovestruck smile.

One look was enough to tell that this Little Lass was daydreaming about love, probably imagining their wonderful life together in the future.

But why had she suddenly become so heartbroken?

As Qian Chengxiao asked, Tang Yuehua sobbed and looked at him with reddened eyes, pitifully saying, "I..."

"I'm not worthy of someone as outstanding as you."

???

Qian Chengxiao froze upon hearing Tang Yuehua's words.

Seeing how devastated she was, he quickly came back to his senses and pulled Tang Yuehua into his arms.

His left arm wrapped around her waist while his right hand rested behind her head, gently stroking it over and over as he softly said, "Little fool, why would you think that?"

"Wuwuwu~"

Feeling Qian Chengxiao's tenderness, if this had happened before, she would probably have fainted from happiness the moment he embraced her.

But now, believing that the two of them could never be together, she buried her Little Head in Qian Chengxiao's chest and cried even more bitterly.

Only after quite a while did Tang Yuehua's sobs slowly quiet down.

Then, Tang Yuehua raised her head, looked at Qian Chengxiao, and sobbed, "Why?"

"Why do you have to be so outstanding?"

"Huh?"

Hearing Tang Yuehua's utterly baffling words, Qian Chengxiao felt that she had completely scrambled his brain.

This...

Normally, did women not hope that the better their other half was, the better?

Why had being outstanding become a bad thing when it came to Tang Yuehua?

Just as Qian Chengxiao was baffled by this, Tang Yuehua spoke again, answering the question in his heart.

"You're already so handsome and charming, and your cultivation talent is so high, with such great potential!"

"And now, the food you make is so delicious too."

"I... I'm trash who will never be able to become a Soul Master in this lifetime. How could I possibly be worthy of you?"

"But... but I really like you."

"After finally meeting a man as outstanding and perfect as you, how could I give up?"

"After making me meet you, how am I supposed to ever fall for anyone else?"

"Mother said that when you meet a man you like, you have to be brave."

"But no matter how much courage I gather, once I see the gap between us, I do not have the courage to be with you."

"Because I'm trash who will never be able to break through to become a Soul Master, whose Soul Power can only remain at level ten forever."

"Your future will surely be dazzling, like the blazing sun high in the heavens."

"How could trash like me ever be worthy of you?"

"When that time comes, how could you possibly marry me or want me?"

"Wuwuwu."