Chapter 67: The Art of Transferring Stars and Shifting Fate

As soon as Gu Yannan left, Bai Zhi stomped home in a huff. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She hadn’t even eaten that much, so why was her waist as round and bulging as a barrel? Meanwhile, her sister, eating the same meals, was as thin as a rake, looking like she’d topple over in a gust of wind.

They say plump girls have big chests, but she certainly didn’t see any sign of that on herself. Her mom and sister weren’t well-endowed either, so it seemed that was determined by genetics.

There was no hope of growing any bigger now, but Gu Yannan had mentioned that the fat on her belly could be transferred elsewhere. On second thought, that did make some sense. Maybe she should give it a try?

Bai Zhi lay on the sofa, cradling her round belly with both hands, idly pushing and kneading it upward.

As soon as Bai Haoran returned home, he saw his younger sister patting her own belly and asked with a laugh, “Little sis, what kind of martial art are you practicing?”

Bai Zhi sped up her movements and replied, “Star-Shifting Stance, Transference Art!”

Bai Haoran asked, “What are you trying to transfer with that clumsy move? Trying to relieve constipation?”

“Constipation? Elder Brother, can’t you see I’m transferring from bottom to top? Obviously, I’m trying to move the excess fat upward! I’m testing if I can push the belly fat up a bit…”

Bai Zhi was so annoyed. What was wrong with her brother? How could his eyes be so useless that he couldn’t even tell up from down?

“Pfft…!”

Bai Haoran couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Are you stupid? If belly fat could be pushed upward, then when you get married, get pregnant, and give birth someday, would the baby have to come out of your mouth?

Stop messing around with those few ounces of fat. If you have time, you’d be better off losing weight and slimming down your waist. Once you slim down, your body proportions will naturally become more balanced.”

“Oh…”

Just then, Bai Wei walked in carrying a slab of pork and sneered, “Who’s trying to lose weight? We’re having meat tonight. Bai Zhi, are you on a diet? You should stop fiddling with your three layers of belly fat, or you might end up with four.”

Bai Zhi sat up in a flash and asked, “Sis, where did this pork come from? Are you planning to braise it or stir-fry it?”

“Comrade Song Huaimin gave it to me. As for whether it’s braised or stir-fried, that’s up to Mom.”

Bai Zhi instinctively swallowed her saliva, wondering how to cook the meat to make it most delicious. Braised pork would be tasty, but it takes a long time to prepare. Her mom probably wouldn’t want to bother with it.

Most likely, it’ll end up sliced and stir-fried. Oh well, having meat at all is good enough—she isn’t picky as long as it’s meat.

Bai Zhi asked with a smile, “Sis, who is this Song Huaimin? Why did he give you meat?”

Bai Wei handed the meat to Bai Haoran, who was standing nearby, and told him to take it to the kitchen. She then walked over to the sofa and plopped down, saying, “Him? He’s my boyfriend now. Huaimin thought I was too thin, so he bought me this slab of pork.”

“Sis, it’s only been a few days and you already have a boyfriend!”

“What does timing have to do with falling in love? When fate arrives, you just go with it. Weren’t you the one saying I’m getting old and will end up like leftover goods that no one wants?

Look, even at my age, I still have suitors. You’re so young, yet no one’s interested in you? Let me tell you, Huaimin’s family background isn’t much worse than Elder Brother Gu’s.” Bai Wei boasted smugly.

That four-eyed bookworm wasn’t as tall as Elder Brother Gu, nor as sturdy. He couldn’t carry heavy loads or do manual labor—a man like that, even if offered to her, she wouldn’t want.

Bai Zhi pretended to flatter her, “Wow, he’s that impressive? What does his family do?”

“His grandfather retired from a certain office, his father is the deputy director of the cotton mill, and his mother is the accountant at the factory.”

“You’ve said so much, but what does he do?”

Bai Wei revealed a shy, girlish smile. “Him? He’s a warehouse registrar at the cotton mill!”

Bai Zhi could hardly bear to look at Bai Wei’s infatuated expression. Her sister must be attracted by the man’s family conditions.

“Oh, a whole family of workers, all in the cotton mill. If you hadn’t said so, I’d have thought the cotton mill was owned by their family. How did you two meet?”

“A few days ago, he was beaten up by the factory director’s son, and I happened to be the one who bandaged him up.”

That weakling really is too feeble—can’t even win a fight and ended up in the hospital. How embarrassing! But why would the son of a deputy director get beaten up by the director’s son?

Bai Zhi asked, “Sis, why was he beaten up? Could it have been a fight over a woman?”

Bai Wei was taken aback. That couldn’t be, right? Bai Zhi must be talking nonsense. How could someone as refined as Huaimin get into a fight over a woman?

Bai Zhi continued to advise, “Sis, when it comes to relationships, you need to keep your eyes wide open. Don’t be fooled by his appearance, or you’ll regret it later with no way to turn back.

Many men are actually wolves in sheep’s clothing—they may seem gentle and refined, but they’re nothing more than cultured scoundrels. They especially like naive, delicate girls like you.”

Bai Zhi played the role of a relationship expert, but Bai Wei was a bit displeased by her words. She wasn’t a fool who couldn’t judge a man—her sister was just jealous of her.

Bai Zhi thought to herself, You are a big fool, easily bought over with just a piece of meat. Look at you, pouting like that for whom? She gets upset as soon as I say something and even gives me attitude. Fine, I won’t bother with her anymore.

Sigh… even Second Sister has found someone. She should really think of a way to lose weight, or she might end up in trouble if she can’t find a partner.

There’s meat for dinner tonight anyway. Eating one meal won’t make her gain three pounds—she’ll finish this meal first and worry about losing weight tomorrow.

…

It had been raining continuously in Haishi for a week. Xianshui Town Hospital had been quiet these past few days with few patients, so Lan Mo simply took an hour off to go to the town’s Post Office, as she planned to send some food to her second brother, Lan Jingmo.

What “Little Useless in the Cultivation World” had given her—the Spirit Beef, Gale Rabbits, and Seven-Colored Brocade Chickens infused with Spiritual Energy—took her several days to process completely.

The fresh Seven-Colored Brocade Chicken meat was extremely tender. Lan Mo used one to make hot pot, and the flavor was so delicious it felt almost heavenly.

Eating hot pot with one chicken wasn’t enough, so the next day she used another to make ginseng chicken soup. It was so nourishing she couldn’t sleep all night, and early the next morning, her nose wouldn’t stop bleeding.

Of the remaining Eight-Colored Brocade Chickens, six were dried into cured chicken, and two were made into Spicy Diced Chicken chili sauce.

As for the Gale Rabbits, she used one fresh one to make dry pot rabbit. The meat was delicious, but the rabbit was so big it took three whole days to finish.

Of the remaining nine Gale Rabbits, two were made into roasted rabbit, and the rest were all dried into cured rabbit.

She selected the most tender cuts of beef, sliced them into pieces, and stored them in the freezer to use for steaks later.

The remaining beef was all made into beef sauce, beef jerky, shredded beef, spicy beef, charcoal-grilled beef, and various flavors of air-dried meat.

Since there was quite a lot of Spirit Beef, this process took several days. As for the previously made braised beef and beef jerky, she had eaten some herself, while the rest was stored away to be exchanged gradually with others.

The farm’s level was too low, so those people couldn’t see the crops in her fields.

Thinking that her second brother often went out on missions, Lan Mo sent him dried meat and sauces infused with Spiritual Energy.

After consuming this spirit meat, aside from feeling more energetic and having more frequent bowel movements, she didn’t notice any other special reactions. Perhaps it had improved her bodily functions, but she couldn’t detect it immediately.

The “Peerless Little Divine Doctor” had previously given her a large packet of Flesh-Regeneration Powder, so she filled two small jars—originally used for snow cream—with it for him. She also prepared a small bottle of the pink Hemostatic Powder that “Little Useless in the Cultivation World” had given her.

Two twenty-year-old ginseng roots were sliced and stored in small brown bottles.

Lan Jingmo had always doted on the original host since childhood, and since Lan Mo had taken over her body, she felt obligated to take good care of her family.

After sending the food to her second brother, Lan Mo also included a letter, thanking him for the birthday gift he had sent earlier.