Chapter 17 Cooking Corn

"Corn? Is it edible?"

This was Nian Shutong's most pressing concern at the moment.

"Ding! The corn is edible, but the corn found by the host is poisonous."

Poisonous? No worries, as long as it's edible.

Nian Shutong stretched out a hand and laid it on the corn stalk.

If anyone could see it, they would notice that a continuous stream of impurities, the toxins, were being absorbed and filtered by Nian Shutong.

Eventually, a droplet the size of a tenth of a grain of rice formed and fell into her Dantian, without causing even a ripple.

Nian Shutong repeated the process with ten corn stalks and then asked, "Is it edible now?"

"Ding! The current corn is edible, though the taste is somewhat poor. Please check the food preparation guide."

What a thoughtful little system.

After checking the guide, Nian Shutong found that the simplest methods were boiling in water or roasting over a fire.

If she roasted potatoes yesterday, then today she might as well try boiling corn.

In the interstellar space, only animals, plants, and non-Cultivation humans are affected by radiation. Other things, like water, rocks, minerals, etc., are unaffected.

Nian Shutong couldn't help but think of the saying, "The Great Dao produces the fifty, but the heavens manifest forty-nine; the one that escapes is the variable."

This also counted as a survival space left for humans.

Nian Shutong shook off the thought from her mind, bundled up the corn stalks, and dragged them back to the small wooden house.

At this moment, Fu Yunhe in the small wooden house had just finished writing a short paper and received his reward.

He didn't write a second one, mainly because his body couldn't take it.

The scooter he bought, along with two lounge chairs, had already been delivered by robots.

Now, he was lying in front of the small wooden house, taking a little rest.

When Nian Shutong returned, she saw this scene.

Quite the enjoyment.

"Xiao He, want some corn?"

One "Xiao He" made Fu Yunhe wordlessly open his eyes. He saw Nian Shutong dump a bundle of unrecognizable plants on the ground.

"This is edible?" Fu Yunhe got up, walked down, and crouched on the ground.

A check with spiritual power confirmed there were no toxins.

Could there really be nontoxic plants here? That shouldn't be the case, yet living evidence was right before his eyes.

Fu Yunhe didn't fret over it; he plucked a long blade-like leaf and popped it into his mouth.

"Ptui! You're going to eat this?"

Nian Shutong looked at Fu Yunhe, noting his disdain and disbelief, and then glanced at the leaf left in his hand.

Could this man have eaten himself into a "sickly state"? Why didn't he think before eating anything?

At least she knew to ask before taking action.

Nian Shutong didn't answer but instead groped around for a pot; unfortunately, none was to be found, and stones were too slow.

"Hey, Xiao He, buy a pot and I'll make you something good to eat."

"What's to eat?" Fu Yunhe shook the leaf in his hand. It wasn't his fault he ate a leaf. There was a severe disconnection with cultural knowledge in interstellar society, with very few edible plant varieties, and he didn't recognize corn at all.

"Eat this! Who told you to eat leaves?" Nian Shutong broke off an ear of corn and threw it at Fu Yunhe's feet.

Now, Fu Yunhe realized he had been eating the wrong part. Curious, he promptly bought pots, pans, and the whole kit.

Delivery was even faster this time; the items arrived in less than half an hour.

Finally, Nian Shutong could start boiling the corn.

She followed the system's method, leaving a thin layer of husk on the corn, tossed it into the water, and started cooking.

At first, neither of them felt anything special. But as time passed, a unique fragrance wafted into their noses.

Already starving, Nian Shutong simply squatted by the pot, waiting for the time to pass.

Fu Yunhe initially held back, but later the scent became too tantalizing, and he slowly edged closer.

One was a former Poison Immortal, who for many years had not partaken in the food of the mortal world;

The other, an Empire's First Commander, who had spent nearly a century on battlefields with no time for mortal delicacies;

For such two individuals who had once commanded the wind and clouds, their greatest wish at this moment was: Hurry up and cook! Hurry up and cook! Hurry up and cook!