Free Web Novel“With such a low score, are you worthy of your parents?”
“It’s great, I’ve saved enough money this year to go back to my hometown and renovate the house.”
“My mom said, if you want to marry me, you must have a car, a house, and a twenty-square betrothal gift.”
As the clear water and flour mixed in the basin, Lu Yibei's tender white hands had just started kneading. As Spiritual Energy was infused, before the flour and clear water could even be fully mixed, the lingering aftertaste from consuming the Human Fireworks raw materials nearly caused her to faint.
Just a wave of emotions, which could only be considered a prelude, struck her, making her feel an urge to hold her head and cry bitterly. It was too bitter. freewebnøvel.com
Studying hard and achieving decent grades, yet not receiving recognition from her parents.
Guarding in the concrete jungle until her skin was dark and her hands were calloused, yet always unable to integrate into this land, her soul remaining in the distance.
Meeting a girl she wanted to spend her life with, but being blocked by the chasm of the “mother-in-law,” ultimately unable to become a couple. Pain, hardship, bitterness that couldn't be expressed.
For a moment, she felt like she was the most miserable person in the world.
If her life story were written into a web novel, it would deliver a blow every three chapters. And all of this was just the beginning.
Lu Yibei had originally planned to follow the pattern, just like when she cooked ""Lived"" before, gradually incorporating the memory fragments containing strong emotions from her mind into the dish during the cooking process.
However, when she actually started cooking, she realized she had thought of cooking Human Fireworks too simply.
Perhaps it was because the number of memory fragments had reached a certain level, causing a qualitative change from a quantitative one. She simply couldn't stably control the emotions hidden within those memory fragments and extract them thread by thread to incorporate them into the dish.
Not to mention, she also planned to record the memories of these thousands of people for later use.
This kind of operation was like playing a game on the highest difficulty, adding a one-life clear condition, and even trying to show off during the clear process.
“Where the sun and moon shine, where the wind and rain reach, none do not submit.”
Lu Yibei softly chanted to herself. As her consciousness was on the verge of collapse, she targeted herself and unleashed the power of Royalty to its extreme.
Using the deterrent effect of Royalty, amidst the overwhelming emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness that would drive most Psychic and urban legend mad on the spot, she stabilized her mind. This was the best way she could think of to keep herself conscious in a short time.
Since she was already here, she had chosen this path, and she had to see it through, even if she had to drag her corpse.
Giving up now would mean all the memories of those thousands of people would truly be wasted. So, the cooking continued.
After the impact brought by those bitter memories began to fade, Lu Yibei took a deep breath, stabilized her state, mixed the clear water and flour evenly in the basin, and skillfully rolled and kneaded the thin and soft dough.
And then.
As Spiritual Energy flowed through her slender fingertips and into the flour, the emotions contained within the Human Fireworks raw materials surged again.
“Heh, the only reason she achieved this is through those shady means. I heard she was drunk yesterday and went home in the manager’s car.”
“My whole life, alas, was lived in vain. In the end, I couldn’t even buy a new outfit for my child.”
“Oh my, your family has struck it rich now! When are you going to take care of us poor relatives? Do you remember when I washed your diapers when you were a child? Alright, let’s not talk about anything else, my son is getting married next month, can you buy him a car?”
“...”
The envious office worker who saw their colleague get promoted, the middle-aged person with a serious illness who was about to die but found their savings weren’t even enough to buy a new outfit for their child, the relative who became rich and spoke in a passive-aggressive tone, wanting to gain benefits.
Sour, too sour.
Where interests prevail, you can't help but feel sour, either with powerless rage or with have no choice and humility.
It was like eating a green lemon watered with pickled cabbage juice, or like watching others get a ten-pull clear in "love and magical girls" while you could only rely on the guaranteed pull.
Her stomach was cramping, her eyes were burning, and a strong sourness spread from the tip of her nose. Lu Yibei couldn't help but retch, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Damn it, I really want to get rid of all this annoying stuff!” Lu Yibei thought fiercely.
Although she disliked it, she knew very well that for the integrity of the Human Fireworks, these annoying things were necessary.
Just like some dishes often include ingredients that, when taken alone, don't taste very good, but they make the flavor of the entire dish more complete.
“...”
Forget it, it will pass if I endure it.
The bitterness and sourness have passed, and now there should only be sweetness and spiciness left. Lu Yibei thought.
With the blessing of Royalty, she could currently withstand the mental impact brought by the Human Fireworks raw materials, but she couldn't guarantee it if it dragged on longer.
She refocused her mind and continued to knead the dough in the basin. Before long, only a large ball of snow-white dough remained in the basin, and the basin wall was as clean as if it had been washed, looking brand new.
The entire process flowed smoothly, each movement like weaving flowers. Then, she covered it with a damp gauze and started to let it ferment.
To make steamed buns that looked and tasted decent, the fermentation time had to be at least two hours. Lu Yibei thought she could get a moment of respite from the terrifying mental pressure during these two hours, but the fact proved she was naive.
When she stopped cooking,
The Human Fireworks raw materials with nowhere to vent quickly began to ravage her body and mind. Dizziness, ringing in her ears, a bitter taste in her mouth, chest tightness, her emotions uncontrollably fluctuating, and countless little people causing mischief in her mind.
If, during intense ideological struggles, there would be two or three little people fighting in her mind, then at this moment, what was happening in Lu Yibei's mind was a medium-scale modern war.
And this war would last for at least two more hours.
Her condition at this moment was like a high-pressure cooker with a blocked vent, where the internal pressure kept increasing but had nowhere to release. It was already very good that it hadn't exploded.
“Cough, cough, cough—!”
Suddenly, a hot stream surged up from her chest and abdomen. Lu Yibei couldn't help but burst into a violent fit of coughing, and a strong metallic taste instantly spread between her lips and teeth.
Before the fresh blood between her lips and teeth could gush out, she quickly turned her head, letting the thick red liquid spray onto the ground. It wouldn't be good if the blood splashed ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) onto the dough.
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These steamed buns were for treating Hua Xieyu's Parasitic Kindred Abomination, not for treating ulcers. Lu Yibei thought. Just as she was thinking, Du Sixian, who had been watching for a long time, finally couldn't help but step forward and ask with concern, “Expert, are you alright?”
She had noticed that Lu Yibei's condition was a bit off when she was kneading the dough, and now seeing her spitting blood, she was even more anxious.
“How about you take a break first? If there's anything I can help with, I can do it for you.” “Yes, yes, yes!” Mengmeng nodded her head next to her like pounding garlic, seemingly wanting to help too.
“No, it’s fine...” Lu Yibei waved her hand, swallowed a mouthful of metallic-tasting blood, took a deep breath, and forcefully regained her clarity, “If you want to help, find me some paper and a pen. I want to write something.”
“Mengmeng, can you keep an eye on the dough for me? Call me when it’s risen.”
“This...” Du Sixian looked at Lu Yibei, whose aura was weak, and hesitated to speak.
Although she felt that what the Expert was doing must have a deeper meaning, seeing the Expert in such pain, she couldn't help but worry. “Please.”
“...” Du Sixian hesitated for a moment, then nodded, “Alright, I’ll go now.” As she spoke, she jogged towards the office.
Although the Calamity Scare Unaccountable Company was essentially a urban legend organization in the city, it was nominally a company, and various office supplies were quite complete.
Not long after, Du Sixian returned, holding a thick stack of A4 paper and several pens, which she handed to Lu Yibei. “Expert, the paper and pens you wanted. Expert? Expert, are you alright?” frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
Lu Yibei was dazed by the vast amount of memories and emotions. Du Sixian called out several times before she snapped back to attention, took the paper and pens from her hand, placed them on the temporarily moved table used for cooking, and was about to start writing.
However, as soon as she put the pen to paper, her hand started acting up like it was having a seizure, uncontrollably drawing a series of messy lines on the clean paper.
That feeling was like playing the legendary pen spirit game, accidentally inviting dozens of pen spirits, and then dozens of invisible hands simultaneously competing for control of a single pen.
“...” Lu Yibei was silent for a few seconds, then turned to look at Du Sixian, “Forget it, they won't let me write either. How about I dictate and you write?”
They? Who were they referring to? Du Sixian's heart suddenly raced. She suspiciously glanced around with her peripheral vision. For a moment, she felt as if there were “people” all around her.
Although there were already a bunch of urban legend watching the show, making the atmosphere eerie.
When she came back to her senses, Du Sixian felt that her guess was correct. The Expert seemed to be making steamed buns now, but in reality, she was engaged in a silent battle.
It was a terrifying battle that transcended time and space, as well as the usual understanding of Psychic and urban legend. In unseen places, there were countless enemies that could not be captured by the naked eye or spiritual perception.
And they were currently in the center of the battlefield!
Yes, it must be like this! Du Sixian thought.
Just then, Lu Yibei spoke, “Okay, write this.” “Anonymous:
Dear Mr. Li Zetong, I recently found your lost hair tie and accidentally learned the story behind it. Do you still remember the young girl who personally placed this hair tie on your wrist in that summer?
...
I am now returning this item to Mr. Li. Memories are precious, and I hope Mr. Li will cherish them. Sincerely.”
Yes, during the cooking process, recording the story behind each small item and presenting it in the form of a letter, to be included when returning the lost items in the future, was the compromise method Lu Yibei thought of.
Originally worried that the owners of the lost items would no longer be able to remember them after losing their memories related to the items, Lu Yibei had specifically asked Chatterbox Girl. Only after receiving a relatively positive answer did she finally make up her mind to do this.
Although doing so would mean she would have to bear the pain of memory loss for those thousands of people during the cooking process, increasing her burden a hundredfold, it was worth it as long as half, or even a third, of the people could recall their precious memories when they saw their lost items and letters, right?
Speaking of which, I was originally troubled about how to find the owners of these lost items! Now it's much easier after seeing their memories.
Lu Yibei thought, looked at Du Sixian, and continued, “Come on, let’s start writing the second letter.” “Anonymous:
Respected Grandma Guihua,
I know deeply that this gold bracelet is the last thing your husband left you before he went to the battlefield. It is the only thought that supported you through these decades. Even in the years of war and widespread famine, you never let it leave your side, so I dare not keep it for myself and have entrusted someone to deliver it. Sincerely.”
“Anonymous: Dear little friend Wang Zichen—
Please don't mind what those bad guys say. Your father is not the rogue they call him, nor is he a bad guy, but a true hero—
You must remember that not all heroes can stand in the sunlight. Sincerely.”
Speaking of this, Lu Yibei's mind suddenly conjured up the image of Hua Qianli, and she slightly furrowed her brows. When Hua Xieyu wakes up, I must tell her father's story properly. Lu Yibei thought—
More than two hours later. “Okay, the dough has risen!”
When Du Sixian heard Lu Yibei's dictation and finished writing the thirty-seventh letter, Mengmeng, who was in charge of watching the dough, let out a light exclamation.
Hearing this, Lu Yibei winked at Du Sixian, signaling her to stop. Then she got up and walked to the counter, lifted the damp gauze from the dough, skillfully kneaded the dough a few times to release the air, pinched off a piece, and placed it on the cutting board covered with a thin layer of flour.
At the same time, she once again activated her Spiritual Energy and infused it into the dough.
Thus, a new wave of emotional impact from the memory fragments began to surge in her mind.
“Everyone listen, although we are three points behind now, there is still time. As long as we win this game, our club will not be disbanded. Everyone, let’s go!”
Youthful years, passionate young people, very good!
“I’m getting married tomorrow, and I can’t be your woman anymore. Don’t say anything, I know what you want to say, kiss me!”
“Hmm, I’ve made the quilt fragrant. Why sleep on a long night? Hurry up and undress, let’s have a passionate night together?!”
Lu Yibei, “???”
Wait, wait, why did the style suddenly go wrong? Can I really watch this without paying?
Next to her, seeing Lu Yibei’s face flushed, her breathing rapid, and a trickle of bright red slowly appearing below her delicate nose, Du Sixian couldn't help but clench her pink fists.
What kind of enemy could injure the Expert to the point of bleeding from her seven orifices? What a terrifying enemy.
Expert, you must hold on!
