Chapter 11 Why Don't the Slaves Wear Clothes? Flour Water is Cooked...
After reviewing the original owner's memories again, Shu Xin was surprised to discover that the Tree of Life could indeed grow clothes—
After the flower fairies are born, their parents will hold them in front of a tree, and then a leaf will fall from the branch and turn into a set of clothes.
The material, style, and color of the clothes can be changed. The process is the same: just stand in front of the tree and you can change clothes with one click. So the flower fairies only wear the same clothes for their entire lives.
And just as Nonori and Pengpengan said, no matter how many times the slaves stood in front of the tree, even if they knelt down and kowtowed, no leaves would fall down and turn into clothes.
Shu Xin even discovered that the Tree of Life gave different clothes to commoners and nobles. Commoners' clothes were relatively simple and plain, while nobles' clothes were more exquisite and elaborate. Of course, the most gorgeous and elaborate clothes were those of the Flower Fairy.
What's going on? Does a tree discriminate based on who it's dealing with?
Shu Xin felt something was off. The Tree of Life was, after all, just a tree. Even if it was a magical plant, it was still a plant—
Just like growing succulents, some people's plants die, while others' plants thrive. Does this mean succulents are treating humans differently? It's just a matter of different levels of gardening skills.
The most fundamental difference between the four classes of slaves, commoners, nobles, and royalty lies in their level of magical power!
The Tree of Life likely provides clothing based on the elves' magical power levels, but while Shu Xin might think that way, the flower fairies wouldn't. They would only think that slaves are indeed slaves, and royalty are indeed royalty.
The Tree of Life is an extremely important symbol in the Kingdom of Garnar. Shu Xin thought she needed to figure out what kind of existence this magical plant was as soon as possible, but for now, she should first see how to eat the flour made from bitter wheat.
With flour and water, we should be able to eat a decent meal now!
...Speaking of which, there should be water here, right?
She had bitter wheat porridge in the morning. How could she cook porridge without water? Shu Xin wondered uncertainly. After all, the land of evil was nothing but Gobi Desert and barren land. The only "green" thing she could see was the branch of the magical plant, the Tree of Life, which looked pitiful and half-dead.
Peng Peng'an circled the small pile of flour on the table with a look of surprise on his face. He stood to the side with a smug smile, as if the flour on the table was some kind of miracle. Shu Xin had to remind him, "Do you know how to cook with flour?"
Shu Xin only knows how to cook instant noodles—and she often doesn't know how to control the heat, either cooking them too hard or too mushy.
The two flower fairies turned to look at them, their different colored eyes reflecting the same bewilderment:
"Isn't it meant to be eaten directly?" ×2
Shu Xin: "Of course not!"
Flour water, thin batter, thick batter, very thick batter, a lump of dough.
Five small wooden bowls filled with strange and unusual pasta dishes were lined up on the table.
No, these things can't be called "noodles," can they?! Shu Xin felt a pang of sadness; she knew improving the meals wouldn't be so simple!
The blue-eyed, blue-haired cook had a vacant look in her eyes, thinking desperately whether she would be executed or enslaved and thrown out of the Flower Castle.
The moment the two adults and the Flower Fairy Princess entered the kitchen, she had a bad feeling. When she learned that the princess had turned bitter wheat into sweet powder and wanted her to use the sweet powder to make food, her heart sank even further.
She tried her best to cook the sweet flour into a similarly sweet soup, but she failed. The flower fairy, who had been smiling gently, now frowned slightly, her delicate and beautiful white antennae drooped in disappointment, and her brilliant wings dimmed considerably.
Although Shu Xin was greatly disappointed, she could understand. After all, even a skilled cook cannot cook without rice. The ingredients were really just flour and water, nothing else at all.
The Flower Castle does have a kitchen, but this room, which is nominally called a kitchen, contains only a bucket of bitter wheat and a bucket of water, and only a wooden pot placed on the wooden cabinet—yes, the pot is made of wood.
The wooden pot was surrounded by red stones of varying sizes. When the cook was cooking, she took a small magic leaf and rubbed the red stones, which slowly turned from dark red to bright red and began to radiate heat.
Upon learning that the fairies called these red stones "firestones," Shu Xin thought: "No wonder this is a magical world!"
When the flint turns from dark red to bright red, the cook begins to add water to the wooden pot. Once the water boils, she adds bitter wheat, either mostly bitter wheat porridge or, if she adds a little, bitter wheat soup.
After Shu Xin brought the flour over, the cook did the same thing as usual and then boiled flour water—it should have been called noodle soup, but the cook didn't dare to add too much flour, so what came out of the pot could only be called flour water.
Both Peng Peng An and Nuonuo Li were full of praise after tasting it, and were very satisfied.
Peng Peng An: "It really isn't bitter at all!"
Nonori: "It's so sweet!"
Shu Xin: "..."
Seeing that Shuxin was somewhat disappointed, the cook tried her best to salvage the situation. She started adding more flour and less water, and as a result, batters of various thicknesses were freshly made, all of which were still undercooked.
Peng Peng An and Nuonuo Li still showed their support immensely.
Peng Peng An: "Oh my god, by the goddess of flowers! This texture is so smooth!"
Nonori: "The flavor is so rich and complex!"
Shu Xin: "…………"
No wonder it's a magical creature that can survive on dirt!
Noticing the cook's pale expression, Shu Xin immediately realized that her attitude had made the cook uneasy, so she quickly comforted her, "You've worked hard, Mei Meilin. Cooking is really not easy."
The cook's mind was filled with images of her tragic death. Suddenly, she heard the melodious voice of the flower fairy singing. She looked up in disbelief, and when she met the flower fairy's incredibly gentle eyes, she finally came to her senses: "Waaah, Your Highness! Thank you for your forgiveness!"
The princess even knows her name!
Large tears welled up in Meimeilin's eyes as she choked out, "By the Goddess of Flowers! I will definitely make you a delicious sweet rice noodle soup, my lord!"
Shuxin: It's flour...
Back in the bedroom, Shu Xin was somewhat surprised to see Xi standing by the window, gazing into the distance, having transformed back into human form: "Aren't you going to sleep?"
She walked over and looked out the window as well.
Before she knew it, the sky had darkened, the sun was setting, and the rolling golden-red clouds were exactly the same as what Shu Xin had seen before. In the evening breeze blowing in her face, the antennae on her head trembled slightly, but in an instant, Shu Xin realized that she was now in a magical other world.
Wait, where are the windows in the Flower Castle?
Shu Xin silently stepped back. There was indeed a window on the wall in front of her. The wooden window frame was very consistent with the pastoral style of the whole house, as if there had been a window here from the beginning.
The afterglow of the sunset poured into the room, making the wooden floor look like a bright golden-red carpet.
"You're back?" Xi lazily turned her head to look at him. "Isn't this window nice?"
Shu Xin nodded: "It's pretty good, but how did you open the window?"
Xi said listlessly yet smugly, "I knew you wouldn't know, your magic tree is actually quite fun. If I had enough magic power, I could turn your flower castle into a demon king's castle!"
The equal contract truly is equal in every sense. Shu Xin hadn't expected that her control over the Flower Castle would also be equally shared with Xi. After thinking for a moment, Shu Xin reminded her, "Give me your magic power, don't waste it."
Xi pretended not to hear, turned her head back, and her heart-shaped tail swayed behind her: "The scenery is really nice~"
Shu Xin: …………
There's nothing but wasteland, no scenery to be found.
Although she thought to herself that, Shu Xin still walked over and stood side by side with Xi at the window.
Even with the powerful purification magic that drastically altered the magical environment of the Land of Sin, the scene before us was still far from beautiful. Beneath the distant sky lay an endless wasteland. Although the sandstorms had subsided, from a high vantage point, one could still sense an invisible, silent gale raging and howling between heaven and earth.
Thinking of the almost sky-obscuring black mist under the detection magic, Shu Xin exhaled and stretched out her hand—
The fairy's fair, almost transparent hands, delicate as fragile works of art, steadily held a ray of gentle red sunset that cascaded down from afar.
Shu Xin gently clenched her fist and turned to look at the smiling succubus beside her: "Where exactly does your magic come from?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com