Chapter 28 was filled with nothing but pure envy from beginning to end.
In the end, Xi watched with bated breath as Shu Xin finished both bowls of round slice soup.
Shu Xin ate her own bowl of noodles until it was full before slowly and deliberately starting to eat Xi's bowl in front of her.
"It looks better than bitter wheat soup," Xi said pitifully.
Because Xi's size was not much different from that of the Flower Fairy, and because he had brought back a large amount of magical materials this time, he deserved credit for his hard work, even if he hadn't done anything particularly good. So, the cook, Meimeilin, added two extra pieces of noodles to his soup bowl—a little preferential treatment, but not much.
Shu Xin finished all three noodles, took a sip of the soup, and nodded: "It's a million times better than bitter wheat soup, and it's just as good as sweet glutinous rice soup. Oh, I forgot, you've never even had sweet glutinous rice soup."
"Why is there still sweet rice noodle soup..." Xi looked even more pitiful.
Shu Xin remained unmoved and happily finished the whole bowl of round slice soup.
Watching the flower fairy servant fly away carrying a wooden bowl that was quite large for its own size, Shu Xin finally spoke up: "Alright, Xi, stop pretending. It's not like I can't sense that you're not hungry at all."
The blond boy stared in shock, his eyes wide: "Can't I be hungry even if I'm not? The round soup looks really delicious!"
Shu Xin was almost amused by him, but after thinking for a moment, she still refused, saying, "You can still be greedy. This bowl of soup is enough to fill the stomachs of many slaves. We should save as much food as possible and not waste it. There is still a tough battle to fight when the harvest month comes."
Xi felt wronged: "But I didn't get to eat that bowl of soup. You ate it. Besides, how is it a waste of food to give me food?"
Shu Xin glanced at him, her tone indifferent: "I have to go to work after I eat, but you eat and don't do any work."
Xi looked away guiltily, then, as if remembering something, quickly regained her composure: "...It's not that I don't want to work, it's that I don't know what kind of work to do! You can assign me some!"
He looked up, but only saw the flower fairy's back as she walked away. He quickly chased after her, crying, "Master! Darling! I want to drink sweet rice noodle soup! I want to drink round dumpling soup! Give me some work! Shuxin! Shushuxin!"
The sky was dim, and night was falling.
The flower fairy slaves finished their day's work and flew on the wind to their round dwellings.
Many flower fairies flew along, humming songs they had learned from their parents and grandparents. These folk songs, born in different regions, naturally had different tunes. However, when these tiny voices, high and low, near and far, blended together in the wind, they created a strange harmony.
As Ananka landed on her round house, she could hear people talking not far away:
“I think I can live until the harvest month this year. I’ve never woken up from the cold while sleeping in such a nice house at night, and I still have barley soup to drink during the day. I’ve never eaten so much before.”
"I think we can survive until next harvest month! Look, the nobleman even called us to work! My father told me when he was alive that as long as there is work to do, there will be food to eat!"
Ananka thought with some pride that he had worked very hard today and had eaten a large piece of broken wheat leaves!
The white clay made of grass roots and sand was so sticky that some fool almost buried himself in it. The nobleman had clearly said to put grass on the ground and not to use your hands directly, but he saw the fool stretching out his hands to grab the white clay from afar. Before he could even lift the white clay, his hands were already stuck in it!
Luckily, a servant from the Flower Castle happened to come over to deliver soup at that time, and a kind flower fairy slapped that idiot away. Otherwise, that guy would not only have his hands peeled off, but he would have been completely bricked into the wall!
"Meimeilin! You were so brave today! That white clay, I bet even the Flower Fairy had to use cutting magic to separate it, weren't you afraid of dying?"
In the dark and quiet underground warehouse, a flower fairy asked in a low voice, both surprised and admiring.
"Of course I was scared. I still feel scared when I think about it now. But after I left my hometown, I never saw a flower fairy with blue eyes and blue hair like me again. That slave had blue eyes..." Meimei answered in a low voice.
Thinking of something, Memeline asked curiously, "Pepper, how did you know that the Flower Fairy needed to use cutting magic to separate the white clay?"
"Pepper!" Memeline's tone turned stern. "Have you been running around all night again, staying up late?"
It was like a large stone being thrown into water, splashing up a huge spray. The other flower fairies weren't asleep either; they started talking all at once:
"Pepper, you're incredibly bold!"
"This is the Castle of Flowers!"
"You said Meimeilin wasn't afraid of death? You're the one who's not afraid of death!"
Memeline warned sternly, "Pepper, we're no longer in the wheat field! It's only because the Flower Fairy is so kind and loving that she hasn't held it against you for running around Flower Castle in the middle of the night! If it were the previous lord, you would have been torn to pieces and sunk into the Sun Spring long ago! Even now, if the tax collector finds out, you'll be thrown out of Flower Castle!"
“I didn’t run around! You all know my innate magic is illusion magic. Besides, being thrown out and living in one of those round houses isn’t so bad…” Pepper muttered to herself.
Immediately, a flower fairy mocked him, "Don't tell me you can't control your illusions! You yourself said it's your innate magic!"
Meimeilin snorted, "The Flower Fairy might forgive you, but the nobles won't! The tax collector will definitely use you to collect the magic tax! You still want to live in the round house? Whether you'll even survive is a question!"
When the topic turned to the slaves' round houses, the flower fairies became even more talkative:
"I secretly went to take a look, and the house that the Flower Fairy gave them looks so nice! There are tables, chairs, and even a bed inside! I've never slept in a bed before in my whole life!"
"It's not just that. As you know, my innate magic is miniature garden magic. Their houses have miniature garden magic, and it's a very complex and advanced kind of miniature garden magic!"
The flower fairies all exclaimed in unison, filled with envy.
The invisible darkness in the underground warehouse seemed to be shaken by the fairies' exclamations. Some of the more perceptive flower fairies looked around but found nothing.
A small patch of darkness flowed silently out of the underground warehouse, rose off the ground in the corridor, and transformed into a snow-white, soft lamb.
Xi scratched the floor with his hoof in impatience, feeling that a precious period of his demonic life had been wasted—he should have been comfortably sleeping next to the flower fairy! Instead, he was tiptoeing in the dark underground warehouse listening to those flower fairies spout nonsense!
Upon learning that the flower fairy slaves were living in exquisite little round houses made by Shu Xin herself, while the flower fairy servants could only sleep on the floor in the underground warehouse, Xi immediately became interested. Injustice was the best breeding ground for dark emotions.
He thought to himself, if he could devour the jealousy and resentment of the flower fairy servants, he could finally enjoy sweet rice ball soup, right? How could he say he hadn't done his job by eliminating any potential conflict within the Flower Castle?
As it turned out, these silly flower fairies only felt pure envy from beginning to end, without even a trace of resentment or jealousy!
What about his sweet rice ball soup?
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