Chapter 19: The Reasonable Source of Lettuce? Fake

—A self‑made medicine is sufficient; when the Spirit Core goes wildly uncontrollable, then find a female.

But oddly, this time without forming a Bond with a female, he clearly felt that his mindset when interacting with the Wife Master was completely different.

Now, although he is following the beast's manual to work for the Wife Master, he does it willingly and even wants to do more for her.

Now, when the female says some meaningless words, he listens quietly, feeling a peace and enjoyment he has never known.

The Wife Master's aura is fresh and warm, beautiful and delicate, so lovely it seems unreal, yet precisely when he is at his most wretched, she becomes the only light he can grasp.

It's like sinking in the deep sea and suddenly clutching a piece of driftwood.

That makes him… excited.

Mo Lie withdrew his gaze, dagger in hand, earnestly crafting a wooden rake for the Wife Master, his eyes deep as a beast crouching in the night's darkness.

She is me.

Lin Manzhi feels nothing.

After she sliced some Meat Strips, Mo Lie had already overproduced three small wooden rakes, walked over, and took over her task.

Some chopped bones were added to the meat broth and need to simmer a while longer; Lin Manzhi, having been robbed of her work, sits on the carpet with idle hands clasped around her knees.

At that moment, she remembered the Lettuce in her space.

How can she suddenly and openly pull out a huge bunch in front of Mo Lie?

The Underground first level is unvisited, so it could serve as a breeding room; later she could transplant the already mature Lettuce from her space and pretend she grew it herself?

Although there are many loopholes, only Mo Lie knows, and even with his own intellect he can't devise a plausible explanation to deceive those around him.

Anyway… for Mo Lie, whatever the Wife Master does, he won't question.

Lin Manzhi also has that confidence; even if the beast doubts, thanks to her caring attention toward Mo Lie—no scolding, no cheating with other beasts.

Mo Lie now certainly harbors no resentment toward himself, so he absolutely won't harm himself.

Lin Manzhi happily made this decision in her heart: from now on she won't let Mo Lie into the breeding room, and she'll daily pretend to go to the Underground level, acting as if she's tending a Lettuce farm.

Mo Lie works much faster; when the stew is ready to eat, he has already sliced all the Exotic Beast Meat in the yard, the bones trimmed cleanly, and each Meat Strip is roughly the same thickness.

Lin Manzhi looks at the piled meat slices on the board; the dense stack looks prosperous, indicating that for the next ten‑plus days she won't worry about food.

It feels so good to have surplus food at home!!

Lin Manzhi extinguished the fire, got up to ladle two bowls of stew, and discovered the house has no tableware.

Yesterday they ate barbecue, so she didn't think of it at the time; only now does she realize the new home lacks so many daily items.

"Mo Lie, use a Wooden Stick to shave four chopsticks, then we'll buy plates and tableware at the market later; our house is missing way too many things."

Lin Manzhi said, inhaling the meat aroma and swallowing her saliva, so hungry, still needs to cool a bit; if there were a plate, she could serve the meat and it wouldn't be too hot to handle.

Mo Lie heard the three words "our house", his icy blue eyes seemed to melt, and he whispered, "Alright, after we eat we'll go to the market."

He responded to the Wife Master, knowing she prefers cleanliness, grabbed a larger branch nearby, and with his dagger easily split the branch in half, then cut it into several pieces; the round wood instantly became board‑like.

Because his strength and speed were sufficient, the wood's cross‑section was very smooth.

Mo Lie took the two freshly forged wooden boards, went to the corner water storage, rinsed them with clear water, then turned back to Lin Manzhi and said, "Sorry, Wife Master, you should use this first."

Each central board of the two logs is about seven inches wide, like a plate; joined together they serve as a surface for food, far better than placing it on the floor or holding it by hand.

Lin Manzhi's eyes widened.

How did she not think of it? Mo Lie truly is omnipotent; even before she says something, he always solves it at the right moment.

Lin Manzhi silently praised herself in her heart, stood, bent over, and with a spoon began scooping meat from the iron pot perched on the mud stove.

This pot of stew is essentially meat boiled in clear water with a pinch of salt, without any spices or aromatics like scallion, ginger, or garlic; she skimmed off the floating scum.

However, because the simmering time was ample, the meat still attached to the bones came off easily; without a plate, Lin Manzhi placed the lifted bone‑meat onto the cleaned wooden board.

After letting it cool a bit, Lin Manzhi eagerly grabbed a bone larger than her fist, held the exposed part, bent down and took a bite—aromatic and satisfying.

The bone meat is even more tender than the surrounding meat; chewing reveals soft, glutinous tendon, translucent strands against dark meat, with marbled fat like a pattern, crisp yet stewy, giving a richly juicy texture.

Without chili sauce, Lin Manzhi could only think of the only side dish currently at home.

Halfway through eating, she got up and walked toward the outer courtyard; a while later she returned, cradling a large handful of Lettuce.

Mo Lie lifted his gaze and looked at Lin Manzhi.

Each Lettuce head resembled a blooming green flower; under the pale‑gold light in the sand‑yellow kitchen, the female's vibrant life force shone so brightly it was impossible to look away.

Seeing the Wife Master pull out so many green vegetables, Mo Lie's heart

Lin Manzhi washed the Lettuce, and seeing Mo Lie stare steadily at her, she explained calmly, without blushing or fluster,

"This is called Lettuce; I used to grow it often, and when we moved I naturally brought it along, planting it in the vacant space downstairs."

After washing, she walked over with the Lettuce, staring unflinchingly at Mo Lie, smiling and advising, "Lettuce is delicate; it demands excellent ventilation, light, and temperature, so you'd better not wander underground recklessly."

Mo Lie: "……"

It's fake; there's nothing underground.

When he ate this Lettuce yesterday, he could feel that ultra‑microsecond comfort; although it does little for a wounded Spirit Core, he is certain.

This Lettuce can soothe a beast whose Spirit Core is raging.

The soothing concoctions and other medicines all originate from the Shamaness of the city, and the source of these medicines traces back to the sole psychic Shamaness lineage from a thousand years ago.

Mo Lie looked at the female before him.

The other seemed utterly unashamed; a Headscarf draped over her shoulder, her lifted face delicate and beautiful, and even in plain clothes her slender, luminous arms were dazzlingly white.

The female's aura was especially gentle, like winter sunshine, bearing no harm, only urging others to draw ever closer.

Mo Lie's expressionless face clearly showed what he was thinking, as Lin Manzhi, smiling, thrust a freshly washed, still‑dewy Lettuce into his hand.