[Chen Ming joined the game]
He had just rejoined the room when he spotted several boxes of snacks and some cola. He froze in surprise.
"Where did all this come from?"
Chen Ming walked over curiously, but Di Qiu'er proudly pointed at herself.
"I got it from the Four-leaf Clover. I was wondering if it could give me snacks or something, and it actually did!"
"You naturally evil lucky bastard... I'm going to personally..."
He couldn't hold back after hearing that. Seriously? How was this fair? It was enough to make him jealous. Was this the world of the lucky?
"Sigh... I'll have one."
As he spoke, Chen Ming picked up a can of cola and took a sip, wanting to see if it tasted authentic. At that, Di Qiu'er immediately guarded her stash of snacks like a food-protective kitten, hissing at Chen Ming.
"I got those! Don't you dare steal any!"
"You're guarding your food, too?! I can't let that slide!"
Chen Ming saw that Di Qiu'er was actually guarding her snacks and immediately sprang into action to subdue her. But the next moment, three purple Soul Rings appeared around her.
The Golden Dragon King Martial Soul erupted, pinning Chen Ming to the bed. Di Qiu'er immediately looked smug.
"You puny Chen Ming, you actually think you can fight back? How laughable! Did you really think you could beat this Auspicious Beast?"
Because of Chen Ming, Di Qiu'er's Golden Dragon King Bloodline had now awakened. Her Martial Soul wasn't the Golden Dragon, but the Golden Dragon King.
They both had the Golden Dragon King Martial Soul, but Chen Ming was clearly no match for Di Qiu'er, who had three Soul Rings. Their base stats were a little too far apart.
"If you're so tough, then don't eat any of the delicious food I make from now on."
Chen Ming went straight for the killer move. At those words, Di Qiu'er stiffened. Damn, despicable human! How dare he threaten her with food...
"Let go. I was going to make you some delicious, milky ice cream, but... you just shoved me onto the bed. I think I'm a little dizzy. I've forgotten how to make ice cream~"
As Di Qiu'er let go and sat astride Chen Ming's stomach, he immediately pressed one hand to his forehead, pretending to be dizzy and have amnesia.
The moment she heard "ice cream," Di Qiu'er thought of those white, sweet cones and popsicles. Her mouth watered.
Seeing how frail and sickly he looked, Di Qiu'er gritted her teeth and said unhappily,
"You win... What do you want me to do?"
"Why would I make my adorable little sister do anything else? But... your big brother's shoulders are a little sore~"
Chen Ming rubbed his shoulders, putting on an uncomfortable expression. Di Qiu'er had no choice but to climb off him with a disgruntled look and massage his shoulders.
"Not too hard, okay? If you break my shoulders, I won't be able to make ice cream for you."
Chen Ming looked at her smugly, like a little villain who had gotten his way. Di Qiu'er's temper flared at the sight.
"Don't worry... I know what I'm doing."
"Good, good. My legs are a little sore, too. Give them a thump."
Chen Ming lifted a leg to indicate what he meant. Di Qiu'er looked at his legs and really wanted to kick him.
I'm the Auspicious Beast of the Star Dou Forest, the little princess of Star Dou! I've never served anyone before. How dare he put me through this?
Honestly, Di Qiu'er had almost opened her mouth and bitten Chen Ming's leg off. Which leg, you ask? No idea.
For the sake of getting ice cream, Di Qiu'er chose to put up with it and began thumping Chen Ming's legs.
"Are you done yet?"
A minute later, Di Qiu'er couldn't take it anymore. She frowned and asked, while Chen Ming answered lazily,
"Look at you, so impatient. I know you're in a hurry, but don't be. We've got Milk, but we're short on sugar."
"Sugar... Wait here. I'll go find some sugar cane right now!"
As she spoke, Di Qiu'er immediately used Martial Soul Possession and flew off, rushing out of the bedchamber. Chen Ming lounged on the bed, eating the snacks Di Qiu'er had gotten from the Four-leaf Clover.
Such a tiny Auspicious Beast. Wasn't she easy to handle? The best way to deal with a foodie was obviously to use food.
Chen Ming lay leisurely on the bed, scrolling through short videos. It wasn't that he wasn't cultivating; it was because of his Steve Constitution.
Meditation couldn't increase his Soul Power. He could only raise his Soul Power Level by killing monsters. In other words, if Chen Ming wanted to, he could grind day and night until the end of time, leveling up all the way to Creator level.
But he'd already transmigrated. Who wanted to be a workhorse? His progress was good enough already. And barring any surprises, he'd probably become a god at Level 70.
Information about Rotten Salted Fish becoming a god at Level 70 flashed through Chen Ming's mind. He probably wouldn't be far behind.
Besides, if he became a god, Di Qiu'er would be able to become one, too. After all, the two of them were bound together.
While he was thinking, Di Qiu'er rushed back and tossed a bundle of sugar cane in front of Chen Ming.
"Come on, hurry up! I got the sugar cane!"
"What's the rush? Take your time. Hot ice cream doesn't taste good."
Chen Ming ambled toward the kitchen next door. Di Qiu'er carried the sugar cane over to the Crafting Table. Since she wanted ice cream as soon as possible, she'd learned to do things herself.
As Di Qiu'er watched, Chen Ming first poured bucket after bucket of Milk into a large iron barrel.
Seeing that there didn't seem to be enough Milk, Di Qiu'er immediately grabbed an iron bucket and ran over to the square to find the cows.
"Hello, Uncle Di Tian. Goodbye, Uncle Di Tian!"
On the way, she happened to pass the ten-thousand-year-old Golden-Eyed Black Dragon the two of them had penned up. After greeting him, she went straight to the nearby cattle ranch to get some Milk, then hurried back.
Chen Ming took the Milk Di Qiu'er handed him and poured it all into a large five-liter iron barrel.
Next, it was time to heat it. Chen Ming thought for a moment, then vanished in a flash, transforming into the Silver Dragon King. He raised a small hand and pointed.
Flames dropped into the barrel of fresh Milk. At the same time, he handed Di Qiu'er a large iron ladle.
"Stir it, so the Milk heats evenly."
Di Qiu'er had no choice but to obediently stir. Her eyes held an unprecedented gravity. She had never been this serious before.
After all, this was the snack she'd been looking forward to. If she accidentally stirred too hard and spilled the Milk, she'd have less to eat.
Having to eat less ice cream would be worse than being killed, so she moved with extreme care, afraid something might go wrong.
And this time, she stirred for a full ten minutes without a single complaint. Once the Milk was heated and began to bubble, Chen Ming added white sugar.
He stopped heating it, then, after adding the right amount of white sugar, had Di Qiu'er keep stirring. A whole five liters! Surely this enormous barrel would be enough for her?
Chen Ming glanced at the greedy little cat. He wondered how long this barrel of ice cream would last Di Qiu'er.
"All right, you can stop stirring. Now we just need to let it cool."
Chen Ming told her to stop. Di Qiu'er looked at the white Milk in front of her and wanted to taste it, but Chen Ming smacked her paw away.
"Now it needs to cool. Be patient."
As he spoke, Chen Ming placed his hand on the iron barrel and used Ice Seal on the whole thing, then put on the lid.
"All done. Let it sit overnight. You can eat it tomorrow."
P.S. The first update for February 25, two thousand words.
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