Quick Transmigration: Reversing the Life of a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

"Wait a minute, Miss Shu, I'd like to ask, what is it about me that you see in me? My family wealth? My fifth-tier strength?"

"I don't know how much wealth you have, nor do I know your strength." Shu Zhiyi subtly changed the subject. She didn't know the specifics, but being able to stay away from the family and raise a hunting team on his own meant that he couldn't possibly be penniless.

"Then what do you want from me?"

"I met you for the first time last night. I didn't know you before. I was attracted to your looks."

Fujiyoshi did not relax; on the contrary, he felt insulted.

"Miss Shu, I know I'm not good-looking, but that doesn't bother you." He used to have someone who was his friend, whose purpose was to make him look better than the other person.

"You've misunderstood. I don't think you're ugly." Shu Zhiyi didn't know how to explain. In her eyes, he was a god-like face, but he certainly didn't conform to the mainstream aesthetics of this world.

You can understand it this way: my aesthetic sense is different from others, and you are exactly the way I like you.

Teng Jiamu naturally couldn't believe it: "Both Young Master Ling Wu and Young Master Ling Liu are recognized beauties, do you think they're not good-looking?"

"I didn't say they weren't good-looking." Shu Zhiyi couldn't lie and say that such exquisite faces weren't attractive. "But there are different levels of liking someone. In my eyes, you're prettier than them."

"Miss Shu, you're not playing a trick on me, are you?"

"You're almost of age, aren't you? If you don't form a bond soon, you'll be punished. Anyway, that's the worst that can happen. Why don't you give it a try? If you get along well, I'll form a bond with you after this hunt." Shu Zhiyi simply got straight to the point.

This truly hit Teng Jiamu's weakness, but having heard too many vulgar words, he still endured the shame and asked in a low voice, "You didn't marry me because of that rumor, did you?"

The last few words were almost muffled in his throat.

"Rumors? I'm from somewhere else. I never even did any gathering before because I didn't have any spiritual power. I've never left my hometown and I've never heard of any such things. What? Does someone say you're not virgins?"

"No, no, no." Teng Jiamu was startled and quickly denied it: "My fighting ability has always been considered high among my peers. Ordinary people can't beat me, so there's no such rumor."

The rumor is that he has a lot of capital!

"What is that?"

"It's nothing, it's alright, I... I agree."

"What do you agree to? Marry me or just spend some time together?" Shu Zhiyi teased him.

Fujiyoshi's face was already red to his ears: "Xiang, let's spend some time together."

"Okay." Shu Zhiyi stared at his face, a tough face, and blushed shyly. This was just too adorable.

Teng Jiamu noticed the look in her eyes when she looked at him—a look of admiration—and his heart suddenly raced.

"Um, um, we have winged snakes around here tonight, would you like to come over for dinner?"

"But I caught a river clam myself this morning and stewed it for lunch. I want to eat it too." Shu Zhiyi was a little embarrassed. The original owner had eaten river clams before and found them delicious. She had never eaten winged snakes before and wanted to eat them too.

"Then, shall I send you a copy later?"

"Okay, I'll save you a portion of the river clams too."

"it is good."

"Then I'll head back first." Shu Zhiyi turned and walked away. After a few steps, she looked back and saw that he was still standing there, so she waved.

After watching her return to the camp next door, Teng Jiamu turned back, and several subordinates gathered around him.

"Young master, what does that young lady want with you?"

"She said she wanted to marry me."

"Huh? She, she, she's got her eye on the young master's wealth?"

"No, she has top-tier talent, she won't lack money in the future," Teng Jiamu retorted instinctively.

"Well, why don't you give it a try, young master? It's better than being punished by the gods, and better than those old women."

"Yes, yes, young master, give it a try. As long as she's willing to form a contract, the worst that can happen is that she'll be ignored, and it won't interfere with our hunting and gathering for our daily lives." Wu Qing was genuinely thinking of the young master's best interests.

"Um."

When the cooks at the Teng family heard that their young master was going to deliver food to a young lady, they used all their skills to fry, stir-fry, cook, grill, and make soup, preparing a whole table of dishes.

Teng Jiamu: "You want me to carry the table there?"

"How could that be? Come on, it's all ready." Wu Qing took out a huge food box and put the plates into it one by one.

"Isn't this a bit too much?" Fujimura resisted the food box that was almost up to his thigh.

"No exaggeration, no exaggeration, we've prepared a lot of dishes today."

Not at all. On their own dining table, there were only two large bowls: one with roasted snake meat and the other with wild vegetable soup.

When Teng Jiamu arrived carrying a large food box, Ling Zian was somewhat bewildered: "Young Master Teng, what's this?"

"He came to see me." Shu Zhiyi stood up.

Ling Ziyu's chopsticks fell to the ground with a clatter: "My wife, you, him..."

"Yes, I had him come." Shu Zhiyi picked up the pre-packaged clam meat and walked over.

Ling Ziyu, who remained where she was, asked, "Was that plate of clam meat for him?"

Ling Zian clenched his molars tightly, his expression unchanged, just staring straight ahead.

Shu Zhiyi, who had already reached Teng Jiamu's side, looked at the large food box in his hand in surprise: "Is this all filled with food?"

"Yes, our camp has prepared a variety of dishes today," Teng Jiamu said, following Wu Qing's instructions.

"Then wait a moment, I'll set up a table for myself." Shu Zhiyi glanced back, but didn't give any instructions. Instead, she took out a table and two chairs from her spatial artifact and told him to put all the dishes on the table.

"Why don't you stay and eat with us? It's a bit stingy to take this small plate back." Shu Zhiyi looked at the clam meat she had peeled out separately, comparing it to the table full of dishes he had brought.

Teng Jiamu glanced at Ling Ziyu, who was glaring at him, and said in a low voice, "This is not a good idea."

"Okay, I'll come eat at your place sometime." Shu Zhiyi nodded. They had only just met, so it wasn't really appropriate.

Teng Jiamu left the food box behind and carried the small plate of clam meat back home as if it were a precious treasure.

"My lady, what does Young Master Teng mean?" Ling Ziyu asked immediately.

"I asked him to deliver it; I've taken a liking to him."

"Impossible, he's so ugly."

Shu Zhiyi looked at him.

"No, that's not what I meant. I meant, you've only met him once, how could you... You can order whatever you want to eat from the camp's cook," Ling Ziyu said haltingly.

Shu Zhiyi picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of meat: "Do you want to eat with me? He gave me so much, I can't finish it all by myself."

"I won't eat it!"

"Then go back and eat your own food."

Ling Ziyu didn't go back to the original table to eat, but just sulked next to her. Shu Zhiyi ate with relish. She liked strong flavors, but the food delivered to their tent was all according to the Ling brothers' tastes. It wasn't that it was bad, but it wasn't satisfying.