Luella was talking about something quite serious, but Hazen and Raphael were engrossed in fiddling with soft, rubber-like objects, whatever their original forms had been.
Kite, who had been observing them, shifted his gaze back to Luella and threw a sharp question.
“Didn’t you say you were going to get flour from Emma earlier? What about that?”
Indeed, Kite was different. He hadn’t forgotten what Luella had said earlier and was asking about the discrepancy.
“Whether or not something turns into an item I can use depends on whether it’s a necessary ingredient for my skills when I put it in my bag. Right now, I can’t make anything with a teacup, so when I take it out, it reverts to that state.”
“Still, that’s fortunate. We may get tired of eating the same food, but at least we won’t starve.”
Kite agreed with Mitchel’s statement.
“Exactly. It’s immensely helpful. The Curan royal family isn’t attacking yet because they’re considering trade negotiations, but who knows when they might change their minds.”
Raphael nodded as well.
“Right. Blocking food imports under the pretext of port sanitation can be taken as a sign that they could attack us at any time.”
Hazen clenched his fist as if frustrated.
“Are they thinking that if we run out of food, we’ll surrender?”
“That’s what it looks like. As you know, we can neither hunt nor buy food from the market under the current circumstances.”
Raphael said, cleaning up the table.
“Are they telling us to die eating just bread?”
“Even that might not be sold to us.”
“What? This is really infuriating.”
Hazen stood up abruptly.
“Hey, let’s go. They’re gearing up for a real fight. Let’s quickly complete that quest or whatever and get Luella to level 20.”
He stopped putting the grilled meat he had set aside into his bag.
“I haven’t been to the bakery in a while because I thought it would be tiring, but there’s a huge difference between me not buying and others not being able to buy!”
“Exactly! That’s extremely frustrating!”
Raphael also stood up abruptly. Seeing everyone energized, Luella joined in.
“Shall we go then? I’ll bring some potions and materials. I need to gather more herbs while I’m out.”
As Luella was about to leave the office, Hazen quickly stepped in.
“I’ll bring them. You bring the cloak. We’re going right away. Just bring different types, right?”
“It’s so convenient to be able to trade items. Yes, that’s right. Pack thirty potions of each type, and put all the herbs in the bag. What do I have to worry about when I have five more bags now?”
“Okay, I’ll bring them as you said. Raphael, get the carriage from the stable.”
“I’ll bring it.”
“Kite, you?”
“Really?”
“Are you not feeling well?”
Their friends looked at him with surprised faces. Kite twisted his lips in discontent.
“Why the faces? I’ve driven a carriage when in a hurry.”
“Well, only when in a hurry.”
Hazen made an ambiguous face and then ran off to the medicine room.
“Okay, let’s trust him. Everyone, be ready and meet in front of the entrance in 10 minutes!”
“Here we are.”
They were in the outskirts of the capital, gathering wild grapes for a quest to make wine.
“So, we just pick these?”
Raphael looked puzzled as he picked the bunches of grapes.
“By the way, the shared quest reward experience is quite a lot? It’s the most among all we’ve done so far?”
Continuing from Raphael, Luella skimmed through a quest guide on the board.
“It must be a quest that’s not originally in the game. I can’t find it no matter how much I look. Usually, in such cases, it’s a hidden quest.”
Or a quest that can only be done here.
“Let’s pick first and think later. We need to gather 500. Why is this system making us do such unreasonable errands?”
“It’s fun that way, I suppose. I also tended to take on these quests seriously when playing games. Cheer up. You just need to pick 100 each.”
Everyone followed her without complaint, accustomed to her behavior, except for Kite who looked back with a grim expression.
“Why does it work out to 100 each when there are six of us?”
“There are five of us, not six. One, two, three…”
Hazen, Rafael, Tien, Michel, up to Kite. As she pointed them out in sequence, Kite tilted his head.
“Why aren’t you counting yourself?”
“I have a lot on my plate right now.”
“Doing what?”
“Cooking. I’m the one scrambling to feed nearly twenty people from the Peroz Guild. So don’t bother me. I also need to make potions with can herbs on the way.”
“At that…”
Kite seemed to want to object to Luella’s words, but Hazen, who had already picked several bunches of grapes, gestured for him to come over quickly.
“Come on! Stop bothering Luella and start picking grapes. You’re on your own even after picking 100.”
They chuckled as they watched Kite picking grapes with a crumpled face. Probably found it funny seeing Kite, who was always so serious, doing something like this.
Well, they were pretty rebellious yesterday too. But once they get a taste of the quest reward, they’ll get into it. Yep, that’s how it is.
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
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Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
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The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
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But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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