From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 316: 144 Treasure (Second Update)_2

In no time at all, Ming Jing had dug up many herbs and ferns. Han Ying followed her example, digging up whatever Ming Jing did.

“It’s almost noon. Let’s go back.” Ming Jing took a vine, bundled up the wild vegetables and Immortal Crane Grass, and easily picked them up.

Han Ying wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked up to see Ming Jing’s face still white and clear, without a drop of sweat.

Qu Feitai handed Ming Jing the Immortal Crane Grass he’d dug up and said, “The sun is too strong. Let’s go back.”

Qu Feitai was also sweaty.

Xiao Wenwen, on the other hand, had already fled to a shady spot to escape the heat.

Ming Jing took the herbs and bound them together with vines, along with the previously dug up wild vegetables. From afar, it looked like several bundles of wild vegetables strung together by a single vine. Ming Jing’s bundling technique was exquisite, and Han Ying couldn’t learn it after watching her for a long time, his admiration for Ming Jing grew even more.

Qu Feitai naturally took the vine from Ming Jing’s hand, and she didn’t resist.

They headed back the way they came.

“Hey, wait for me!” Xiao Wenwen chased after them, panting and looking wilted. Her earlier enthusiasm was long gone.

Back at the courtyard, Zhao Xinrong saw Qu Feitai carrying the herbs and curiously walked over, asking, “What’s this?”

Han Ying explained, “There are wild vegetables and Immortal Crane Grass.

Ming Jing is amazing, she even knows about medicinal herbs.” He then praised Ming Jing to Zhao Xinrong, who listened with admiration.

Zhao Xinrong watched as Ming Jing skillfully untied her bundle of herbs and began carefully sorting through the plants. Han Ying had picked a lot of weeds along with the herbs, so they needed to be carefully sorted out.

Qu Feitai squatted down opposite Ming Jing and silently began sorting through the herbs as well.

At that moment, Xiao Wenwen, who had finally made it back, leaned against the doorframe and said weakly, “I’m dying from the heat.”

Zhao Xinrong shook his head. Compared to Ming Jing, Xiao Wenwen wouldn’t gain any fans and might even be disliked.

People always fear comparison.

Xiao Wenwen’s brain was fried from the heat, and she couldn’t think. She rushed to the water tank, scooped up a handful of water, and splashed it on her face, sighing with relief.

Han Ying shouted, “What are you doing? This tank of water was just filled up, and you’ve ruined it! You don’t work and now you’re causing trouble! Are you even human?”

Xiao Wenwen’s brain circuits reconnected, and she stiffened slightly before saying with a wronged expression, “I didn’t mean it. I’ll make up for it by filling the water tank again. ”

“You don’t press the well, you don’t carry the water, and it’s easy for you to say. I don’t care, you’ll have to carry the water later, and if you don’t fill the tank, you won’t eat.”

Xiao Wenwen, tired, hot, and hungry, felt more wronged after being criticized by Han Ying. Tears filled her eyes, and anyone who didn’t know better would think Han Ying was bullying her.

Han Ying’s anger was smoke rising from his head. Women were such a hassle except for Ming Jing, of course.

“Alright, alright. It’s not like Wenwen did it on purpose. We’ll all work together to fill the water tank later.”

Han Ying’s temper flared up: “Why should we? She made this mess, and we shouldn’t have to clean it up for her.”

Zhao Xinrong had a headache from the young people’s endless energy, and said, “Let me give you some bad news: Mr. Zou’s old wrist injury has relapsed, and he can’t cook anymore. Let’s figure out what to do for lunch.”

Xiao Wenwen felt even more wronged, and she couldn’t even get a decent meal. Was this how people were supposed to live?

Han Ying frowned, “What can we do? I can’t cook, Ms. Zhao can’t even mention it, her cooking is a dark cuisine that can kill people. Xiao Wenwen doesn’t need to be mentioned, Brother Qu probably doesn’t know either, and Ming Jing…

Forget it, I’ll just eat instant noodles.”

Ming Jing finished sorting the Immortal Crane Grass, put the wild vegetables in a basin to clean, and walked into the kitchen.

Zhao Xinrong squinted his eyes and followed her in, asking, “Ming Jing, do you know how to cook?”

Ming Jing looked around the kitchen, found rice and flour, and various seasonings, and said indifferently, “I can manage.”

Xiao Wenwen’s sharp voice cut in, “Ming Jing, this is not the time to show off. Everybody’s starving and won’t be able to take your jokes.”

Han Ying glared at her, “No one would mistake you for being mute if you didn’t speak..”