touchnovel Chapter 4 Would you be willing to become my servant?
Chapter 4 Would you be willing to become my servant?
"Master Chu's dough-kneading technique is superb; every move is imbued with elegance, like a master painter wielding his brush. The dough dances and transforms in his hands, and that indescribable sense of satisfaction quietly permeates the heart..."
As the soothing background music of "A Bite of China" began to play, Chu Sheng closed his eyes and focused intently, kneading two large lumps of white dough with his hands.
The two smooth, creamy dough balls were placed close together on the large cutting board, with only a thin gap between them.
The dough-rising master's skill was superb; the dough fermented to a full and round shape. Even though it was pulled to both sides by gravity, it still retained its shape, lying there quietly, trembling gently.
The dough's raised outline was surprisingly round. Chu Sheng's expression was solemn as he kneaded the dough with his ten fingers, the tips sinking deep, and the soft, bouncy dough overflowing from between his fingers.
Unfortunately, the two dough balls were too large to handle with both hands, so he had to abandon the brute force of kneading and instead twist and pull the front of the dough. This method makes the dough more chewy after steaming.
Chu Sheng gradually felt tired, so he simply lifted the soft bottom of the dough, and the two large lumps of dough bounced and swayed in his hands. The tips of the dough he had just kneaded alternately left and right, drawing beautiful arcs in the air.
The dough is too heavy; it needs some oil!
Adding the right amount of oil not only makes the dough less likely to break when tossing it, but also helps to lock in the moisture of the dough and prevent it from evaporating in hot weather.
After adding the oil, Chu Sheng felt much more relaxed kneading the dough. The dough was smooth and slippery; he squeezed and kneaded it with both hands, and the plump, soft dough slid through his palms.
Grasp, pinch, push, and knead; the glistening dough transforms endlessly in his hands.
Become!
This is the Chu family's unique dough-making technique, making it an excellent choice for both steamed buns and dumplings!
Chu Sheng nodded happily. Just as he was feeling pleased with himself, he suddenly felt a tremendous force strike him, and a sharp pain shot through his right cheek!
"ah--!!!"
A piercing scream from a woman woke him up.
Oh my god! Where's my dough?!
Chu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily. Intense pain surged through his entire body, but the pain in his right cheek was particularly severe, and it began to feel slightly hot.
"Seeing GG resurrected really works!"
Chu Sheng looked down at his condition. From his neck down to his toes, every inch of his body was wrapped in thick gauze and splints.
"You you you you you...!"
The woman's voice rang out again, and Chu Sheng squinted and struggled to observe his surroundings.
The manticore was no longer on the stone wall of the windmill.
Instead, there was a small wooden cabin. Warm sunlight streamed in through the windows, and a gentle breeze caressed my face, making me feel so comfortable that I wanted to fall asleep right there.
He was lying on a bed, the bedding of which had clearly been freshly aired and smelled of warm grass.
A young girl in a white gauze dress sat by the bed. Her long platinum blonde hair was braided and rolled at the back of her head to form a semi-circular arc. Strands of hair of just the right length fell down her cheeks, making her look delicate and neat.
However, at this moment she was covering her chest with both hands, leaning back in a defensive posture, her face full of shame and indignation, even the tip of her nose was stained with a blush.
"Miss Knight!" Chu Sheng exclaimed in surprise, "You're not dead?"
Arthur is now twenty-nine years old.
Although the average lifespan of the Empire's extraordinary humans is over two hundred years, it is undeniable that she is already a young woman.
Well, the "young lady" part is debatable, but she would never admit to being a young married woman.
Like other girls in the empire, Arthur loved pretty clothes, enjoyed looking at magazines about princes rescuing princesses from dragon castles, and liked to lie in bed and daydream late at night.
Will her future husband be a prince on a white horse, or a great knight who becomes an empire hero?
If all else fails, the archmage in the mage tower can be reluctantly accepted, but the prerequisite is that he must be young and handsome!
But what she never expected was that her life would be humiliatingly ended by a third-tier magical beast when she was twenty-nine years old.
She never expected that her savior would be an ordinary person who couldn't even kill a chicken.
She couldn't believe it, no matter how hard she tried, that she had actually been assaulted... assaulted... and harassed by this ordinary person!
Seeing Arthur's face growing increasingly red, Chu Sheng immediately realized something was wrong.
Oh no! I chose the wrong side quest! I'm about to enter a bad ending!
"Haha, Miss Knight, are you alright? By the way, how's that manticore? I don't remember anything after that beast knocked me unconscious, and I'm still a bit groggy when I wake up."
Chu Sheng silently withdrew his hands, which were still in a clenching position.
Turn the tide! Gal's power!
Although Arthur was still a young virgin, she was, after all, an old maid and didn't want to lower herself to the level of a little kid. Besides, Chu Sheng's injuries were truly frightening; it was a miracle he even survived.
Maybe... he really didn't do it on purpose?
She glanced at Chu Sheng suspiciously: "I'm fine. My path to transcendence is related to my sword. With the Holy Sword in hand, killing third-tier magical beasts is like killing chickens."
Seeing that the topic had been successfully shifted, Chu Sheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and pressed his advantage: "Miss Knight, what is this about the Extraordinary Path? I see your injuries have healed so quickly, does the Extraordinary Path have healing effects?"
Arthur straightened his expression, raised his hand to his chest and reverently made the Imperial Cross, then looked at Chu Sheng: "The reason I came to visit you today is related to this."
Chu Sheng looked bewildered, but then Arthur pulled a huge thing out from under his skirt!
The Holy Sword.
"No! No! I confess! I thought we were kneading dough!" Chu Sheng cried out in horror, tears streaming down his face. "Who would have thought you were so big!"
"What do you mean by kneading dough?" Arthur looked completely bewildered, then realized what he meant and flew into a rage. "What's wrong with me being old! Twenty-nine years old is nothing!"
Then came a string of incomprehensible remarks, such as "twenty-nine years old is rounded up to twenty," "by the standards of superhuman lifespan, he's not even an adult yet," and "he can still eat five bowls of rice per meal." The room was instantly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
"Twenty-nine? I thought you were ninety-two." Seeing that she didn't seem to be about to torture him, Chu Sheng immediately felt relieved. "Miss Knight, twenty-nine is the prime of your life! Twenty-nine isn't old at all; I think it's just right! Women aren't considered mature until after fifty, and you still look very young!"
Arthur nodded repeatedly, quite pleased with what he heard, and had never found this little brat so agreeable: "Hmm, what you said isn't wrong. Stop with the smooth talk, I have something serious to tell you."
Seeing her serious expression, Chu Sheng also put away his playful smile and sat up straight.
"Chu Sheng, would you be willing to become my servant?"
Arthur leaned on his sword, the spring breeze lifting the hem of her skirt, her smooth, slender legs dazzlingly white in the sunlight.
Ok?
This doesn't make sense, does it?
Shouldn't it be Muster?