I woke up in the morning.
Jiang Si lay on the bed and checked the personal terminal.
Her husband, who had accepted the gifts, didn't even reply to a message.
She lay in bed and let out a long sigh.
The road to winning back her husband seems endless and arduous.
She then went online to StarNet.
The three portions of lemon-pickled chicken feet that were delivered by courier last night have already caused a sensation online.
The three people who received the lemon pickled pepper chicken feet took photos of the chicken feet and lemons from every angle on the StarNet website.
While others posted nine-square grids, they posted 32-square grids, which caused envy and bidding wars among the astrology enthusiasts below.
"Upstairs, name your price. A box of lemon pickled chicken feet, plus a lemon. Name your price."
"Keep the lemon-pickled chicken feet, and sell the lemons. If you don't sell them, I challenge you to a fight."
“Name your price. I’m willing to offer 100,000 Star Coins for that lemon you have.”
"You devils! You've bought up all the chicken feet! I couldn't get any. The lemon pre-sale starts in two days. What am I supposed to do if I can't get the lemons but there are no chicken feet?"
"It's okay. I have chicken feet instead of the lemon you're trying to steal. We can share them."
The three people who received the lemon pickled pepper chicken feet immediately replied to the star friend that they would not sell them for a thousand pieces of gold. They live-streamed themselves eating the lemon pickled pepper chicken feet and shared their feelings: "Although it was so spicy that it hurt my heart and so sour that I was jumping up and down, my limbs and even my blood felt like they were soaking in warm water, warm and cozy, and my whole body was full of energy."
One person saying this might not believe it, but three people from different galaxies saying it will make the whole internet believe it.
So, late at night, they all stayed up and went to Jiang Si's Level 7 Plant Healer account, crying out for help.
After scanning the messages from the crazy star friends, Jiang Si saw the information issued by the military, which mobilized a large number of therapists from the hospital to go to satellites 1 to 5 of the Col Star.
All spaceships from Korstar's subsidiary stars 1 through 5 bound for the inner star system were grounded, and their protective shields were activated, blocking all entrances from Korstar's subsidiary stars 1 through 5 to the inner star system.
After reading it, Jiang Si sat up, her expression becoming serious.
Her cheap husband is the empire's shield, the commander-in-chief, guarding the planet Col. Now, a large number of healers have been transferred there, and the area around Col is now only accessible to those entering but not leaving.
This means something bad has happened on Planet Cole.
Her cheap husband not only has a broken gene pool and unstable mental strength, but also has injuries. If he fights the Zerg, isn't he risking his life?
If she were to die unexpectedly, her golden opportunity would be gone.
Once her golden thigh is gone, and she's exposed, she'll be reduced to a miserable reproductive tool in the lab, bearing children for countless others.
It's chilling to even think about.
I absolutely cannot let anything happen to my cheap husband; I must find a way to get him treated.
While treating the wounds, one must also avoid exposing oneself.
Jiang Si rolled her eyes for a while, then thought of someone. She got out of bed, took a shower as quickly as possible, and changed her clothes.
A lemon was induced to grow, and it was planted in a ceramic jar. Jiang Si carried the jar to the planting experiment site.
Yan Qi was carrying a bucket of excrement in one hand and holding iron tongs in the other, burying the excrement of the strange beast into the ground.
The entire planting experimental base was filled with a pungent, unpleasant odor.
Jiang Si walked over, hugging the lemon tree, her nose pressed tightly against the lemon: "Senior, burying manure like this is completely wrong."
Indeed, the skill of growing vegetables is something ingrained in the bones and blood of the Chinese people before the apocalypse of ancient Earth, something that others cannot learn.
Yan Qi turned his head, revealing a face that was neither male nor female, with a strip of cloth tied around his mouth and nose.
But when he saw the lemon tree in Jiang Si's arms, he ripped off the cloth strip and, as if he had seen the fruit of his dreams, jumped up and pounced on Jiang Si: "My darling, you really are my darling."
Jiang Si had anticipated this. She held up the lemon, and the stench of feces immediately filled her nostrils. She gagged and threatened, "Stand there and don't move, or I'll slip."
The threat made Yan Qi stop in his tracks as he lunged forward, raising his hands: "My darling, let's talk this out. You'd better stay calm. That lemon looks very fragile."
Jiang Si put the lemon down, hugged it to her chest, and chuckled, "Want one?"
The leaves on the little lemon tree were a deep, bluish-green, and the fruits were each the size of a fist, emitting a subtle, sour aroma.
Even from two steps away, Yan Qi could sense the spiritual energy within the fruit, confirming that the lemon tree and the fruit he had tricked from Da Bao yesterday were both made by a level 7 plant healer.
"Of course I want it. State your conditions." Yan Qi stared at the little lemon tree without blinking. "As long as they're not too demanding, I'll agree to anything."
Jiang Si tossed the earthenware jar containing the lemon tree into the air: "It's a deal. Here, catch it."
Yan Qi's expression changed drastically. He leaped forward and caught the lemon tree steadily, holding it tightly in his arms. He carefully checked it over to make sure the lemon tree was unharmed before letting out a sigh of relief. He looked at Jiang Si and said, "My darling, you really are my darling. I've decided, you will be the top freshman in the plant department this year."
Jiang Si didn't know he was the head of the planting department. When he boasted, she said, "Senior, don't brag. Even if you have good grades, you can't just appoint someone as the top student."
Yan Qi snorted arrogantly: "If I say it's okay, then it's okay. Just based on this lemon tree, you're a piece of trash. This year's chief is definitely yours."
"I really thank you for making me the chief, my nemesis," Jiang said without any politeness.
Yan Qi chuckled: "I see through it but I won't say it. Being the chief has a lot of privileges. By the way, what did you want to see me about?"
Jiang Si leaned closer to him: "How about this gift?"
Such a gift?
Yan Qi could only say, the more the merrier, he would accept anything. "Beautiful, substantial, priceless, I love it."
Jiang Si asked again, "Was the Red Grape Beauty grape from yesterday delicious?"
I couldn't bear to eat the delicious food.
Yan Qi blinked and said, "It's delicious. It would be even better if there were trees."
Jiang Si grinned: "Senior, you said you also work as a healer in addition to planting, so your mental strength is level 4, right?"
Yan Qi's bluish hair trembled slightly as a bad premonition crept into his heart. But he was bound by the promise of generosity, and holding the lemon tree in his arms, he was at a slight disadvantage in terms of aura. "Yes, my mental strength is level 4, and I have an officially issued healer's qualification certificate."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Si asked in a deep voice, "How do you treat someone whose genes have deteriorated, whose mental energy is disordered and agitated, and who is also injured?"
Yan Qi frowned slightly: "Are you talking about one person?"
Jiang Si nodded: "Yes, a person's genes are so damaged that his hands are as cold as ice."
"His mental energy was disordered and agitated, like a tangled mess or a ball of cotton. His body reeked of blood, so his injuries must be quite severe."
Yan Qi pondered for a moment, his beautiful peach blossom eyes staring directly into Jiang Si's eyes: "According to what you said, this is the words of one person."
"This person's mental strength level is extremely high. At the same time, his mental strength has not been sorted out by a therapist, and the degree of genetic damage is like the pain of having flesh scraped and bones crushed."
"Then, the injuries on his body should not have been caused by external forces, but by himself. He injured himself in the state of genetic collapse and mental disorder and agitation. His wound is on his chest, right?"
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