I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 131
Fifty-eight Dragons (3)
The heartache washed away the anger that had arisen because of the loss of the spiritual plants. Mu Wanwan glanced at the records she had spread on the table, then looked at the plants that had been dismantled into many sections, and began to think hard—
Mister Long must have had a reason for doing this. Was he trying to tell her something?
What could it be?
She was thinking, and so was Mengmeng. Mengmeng was a clever little chirp. It had been shocked to find that there was actually grass in its fragrant nest this morning. Then, on seeing the mess on the table, it understood.
It was the dragon—it must be that awful dragon, who wanted to make Mengmeng take the blame again. Humph!
But the dragon must never have imagined that not only did he not manage to make Mengmeng take the blame, he had also given Mengmeng many snacks!
“Chirp!” Mengmeng patted Mu Wanwan’s arm, the pointed to the plants on the table with its little wing, chirping to express that it wanted to eat them.
Mu Wanwan was so deep in thought that she didn’t notice Mengmeng at all. By the time she came back to her senses, Mengmeng was already nibbling on the Condensed Snow flower bud.
Mu Wanwan, “…”
“Chirp~”
Yummy! Mengmeng chirped contentedly. After finishing the entire Condensed Snow flower bud, it thought for a bit, then went to peck open the peel of the Spirit Returning fruit and proceeded to eat the flesh of the fruit.
Mu Wanwan, “…”
She was this close to giving both the feathery chirp and the dragon a beating. “Mengmeng!”
Hearing her voice, the feathery chirp turned it chubby little body around innocently to look at her.
Mu Wanwan’s temper was gone in an instant. “Alright, you can eat them all.”
She sat on a stool and watched Mengmeng finish off the flesh of the Spirit Returning fruit, leaving the peel and core, then carry on to eat the heart of the Qingyu flower. After that, it turned over and lay on the table holding its full belly and burped several times.
Mu Wanwan was speechless. She picked up rhizome of the Condensed Snow plant that had been specially separated from the other parts of the plant and put it by Mengmeng’s beak. Mengmeng took a bite and wasn’t willing to eat more.
She laughed, then took a Condensed Snow leaf and brought it to Boss Mengmeng’s beak. This time, the feathery chirp simply turned its head away with disdain, not even wanting to look at the Condensed Snow leaf.
Mu Wanwan was feeling befuddled on the leaf’s behalf. They were all parts of the same plant, so why was it treated so differently from the flower petals?
She scratched Mengmeng’s belly angrily, making it chirp aloud. Looking at Mengmeng rolling around in distress, she was suddenly struck by a flash of inspiration—
Could it be that not every part of a spiritual plant could be included in the making of an elixir?
Her heart skipped a beat. She stared closely at the spiritual plants on the table and found that the Condensed Snow plant had been divided into three parts—its flower, rhizome, and leaves.
Based on Meng Meng’s attitude just now, the flower of the Condensed Snow plant was probably the best, the rhizomes had impurities, and the leaves were pretty much useless.
Right—impurities!
Mu Wanwan suddenly understood. Mister Long had taken the spiritual plants apart just to tell her that not every part of a plant could be used, right?
At this thought, Mu Wanwan immediately started making notes. She first wrote down the useful part of the Condensed Snow plant, then indicated that its rhizome would have to be experimented with.
Then, she went on to observe the Spirit Returning fruit. She took the various parts that had been separated by Mister Long and tried holding them next to Mengmeng’s beak one by one, before finally writing—
“Spirit Returning fruit: flesh can be used; rhizome and leaves appear to have impurities; skin and core are not usable.”
“Chimebell grass: rhizome nearer to the lower end is not usable.”
“Qingyu flower: heart of the flower is usable; rhizome and leaves have impurities; petals are not usable.”
By the time she was done recording everything, Mengmeng was utterly wasted. It covered its eyes with its little wings and played dead.
After Mu Wanwan finished writing, she couldn’t wait to give alchemy another try. Seeing Mengmeng’s appearance, she couldn’t help chuckling, then patted its head.
She was in a good mood, and her cheeks warmed. Thinking about it now, Mister Long must have been trying to remind her that she needed to pay attention to these things when refining elixirs, right?
How did he know what was bothering her? Was it because he saw what she had written down when he woke up at night? So, had he always been so concerned about her?
Thinking about it this way, it seemed that Mister Long was really very good to her.
Although he kept some things from her, he still gave her a sense of security, which made her feel warm.
There was an indescribable feeling in her heart. It was as if she had eaten a wisp of cotton candy—just a small wisp, like a drifting cloud, melting in her mouth instantly. Even though it was just a tiny bit, it was sweet and light.
Mu Wanwan’s cheeks reddened slightly. After some thought, she picked up the brush and slowly wrote a line of words in a graceful script in a smaller size than before next to her records.
“Mister Long, you really are a good dragon.”
The author has something to say:
Mu Wanwan, “You really are a good dragon.”
Mister Long, “???”
Have I been friendzoned? QAQ
