Chapter 364: Chapter 218: Aristocratic Family: I Have Shed Blood for the Nation, Why Should Spiritual Objects Receive Less!
"Is it really that difficult?"
Ning An looked a bit embarrassed.
He expected this path to be difficult, but he didn’t think it would be this tough.
"Dinner’s ready~"
Lin Yanke’s voice broke the awkwardness of the moment.
Soon, three bowls of rice were placed on the table, followed by a couple of home-cooked dishes, and finally two ears of sticky corn.
If Ning An hadn’t heard the sound of the angle grinder, everything would have seemed just right, with nothing out of place.
"Record the data first, work is important."
After a couple of dry coughs, Ning An picked up the corn; a burst of sweetness hit him, and he couldn’t help taking a bite. It tasted wonderfully sweet, plump, fragrant, and soft, making his taste buds explode with delight.
As the corn went down, he could clearly feel a lively stream spreading to his limbs, vaguely giving him a sensation of growing stronger.
"Huh?"
Ning An’s eyes lit up, but he didn’t say a word and took several more bites.
"Is there something wrong with this corn?" Li Nan looked nervous.
Meanwhile, Lin Yanke saw through his act and instantly became sullen.
Soon, Ning An had polished off an ear of corn, and licking his lips with satisfaction, he grinned sneakily and said, "No, it’s just that I didn’t expect the corn to taste this good. I’ve never eaten such delicious corn before."
"Bah, you just don’t want to eat the food I cooked!" Lin Yanke directly exposed Ning An’s little scheme.
"Uh, no..."
Ning An laughed awkwardly and then said seriously, "The amount of Spiritual Qi in this early corn is about one-third of what was in the grass whistle before, but compared to the slightly restless Spiritual Qi in the grass whistle, this is as gentle as a household dog, and the human body absorbs it more efficiently."
As he spoke, he took an ear of sticky corn and split it in two, giving the smaller half to Li Nan: "Here, try it, you should be able to absorb it too."
"No, I can’t." Li Nan looked terrified, shaking her hand in quick refusal.
Not long ago, the base had reached a conclusion about Spiritual Qi:
Spiritual Qi in the air doesn’t significantly affect ordinary people and might even improve their constitution over time; however, when it accumulates in food, ordinary people who consume it might feel unwell or, in severe cases, even die!
This sticky corn is indeed something good, but she has to survive to enjoy it!
Ning An, munching on the other half of the corn, mumbled, "It’s... fine, your body can digest this; it won’t cause harm. The amount of Spiritual Qi in this half-ear of corn should be the limit for ordinary people."
"No... really, we have rules."
Li Nan, hearing Ning An’s words, showed signs of interest but ultimately restrained herself, forcibly tearing her gaze away from the half-ear of sticky corn and smiling bitterly as she refused.
"Alright, then."
Ning An didn’t say more and set down the now clean cob, picking up the half-ear, and asked, "Those mutated agricultural products grown at the base, how does your superiors plan to allocate them?"
"That matter is beyond my authority; I don’t know."
Li Nan’s body stiffened for a moment, but she soon returned to her normal demeanor and continued recording data.
Ning An devoured the food, casually asking, "Really don’t know?"
"I truly don’t have that authority."
"Oh, got it."
...
Capital City, 10 West Convenience Street.
The capital is large, but it’s not easy to live there.
This saying has existed since ancient times, but it only applies to common folk, never to nobles and wealthy merchants.
Many Dragon Country people think living in a villa or mansion in the capital is impressive, places like 8 Xiaoyun Road, Wanliu Academy, Shunyi Villa District, and so on.
But residents of those areas are nothing but rich businessmen and celebrities, who wouldn’t dare even carry the shoes of the people at 10 West Convenience Street.
Because those living here are the highest-ranking dignitaries in the capital, the kind who are flooded with gifts from officials of all ranks during the holidays.
Yang Anbang is a typical son of a powerful family. You don’t have to look far back; during the prairie crossing, his great-grandfather had already achieved the rank of regiment commander.
After his great-grandfather passed away, his grandfather chose the wrong path, and the Yang Family had no choice but to transform from political to commercial, becoming a business family.
From an ordinary perspective, the Yang Family is definitely in decline. No matter how successful they are in business, without political connections, they remain like rootless duckweed.
But those who truly understand politics know how terrifying the Yang Family’s vast network is. They’re merely concealing their strengths and biding their time, ready to rise at any moment.
It was high noon, with the sun blazing when a Hongqi car drove through the community, bearing an official plate, and parked in front of a villa.
The gate was like any ordinary household, flanked by two stone lions. Yet, they appeared somewhat worn, not like modern craftsmanship, but rather as if they had been passed down through the ages.
*Beep! Beep!*"
After two honks from the Hongqi car, the gate opened, and a well-dressed older woman with slightly graying hair greeted with a smile, "Anbang, back early this week?"
"I just missed Aunt Wang’s cooking; it’s something you can’t find even with a lantern out there."
"You! Always joking with Aunt Wang! Go park in the garage quickly, everyone is waiting for you to join the meal."
Aunt Wang had been the housekeeper for this family even before Yang Anbang was born.
When he was little, with his parents being busy with work, Aunt Wang raised him single-handedly, working tirelessly and earning the family’s deep affection, to the point where Yang’s Mother would often refer to her as a sister.
After parking the car in the garage, Yang Anbang headed straight to the living room.
