The Overlord Flower's Guide to Intercepting a Woman's Wife's Death and the Male Lead&

The firewood crackled in the kitchen, and smoke rose up along the flue.

Su Xingmian squatted by the stove, holding a piece of dry firewood in her hand and feeding it into the fire. The flames licked at it, illuminating half of her face.

Back in the countryside, she used to sit in this spot too.

Grandma was chopping vegetables at the stove, her apron tied crookedly, and the cleaver thumped loudly on the cutting board.

The person in front of the stove has changed.

Standing over 1.8 meters tall, with his sleeves rolled up to mid-forearm, he held a spatula in his right hand, flipping potato shreds. As the fumes rose, he tilted his head to avoid them.

Su Xingmian stuffed another piece of firewood into the stove, and the flames leaped up two inches.

She stared at his profile for a long time.

A sweep of demonic energy revealed a pulse of 68, a stable heart rate, a high body temperature, and strong internal fire.

The system kept referring to the male protagonist as having no heir, and Wu Qiuli became pregnant just over a month after marrying Liang Jin.

Whether a tree will bear fruit depends on its root system, nutrients, and pollination during its flowering period.

If the stamens are no good, the flower will be empty no matter how beautiful it is.

But how does he look like someone who can't produce seeds?

She looked up.

"elder brother."

Zhou Bingheng flipped the shovel over and turned his head to the side.

How do you feel about your health?

"good."

"Do you feel like there's something about you... that you're not good at?"

A puff of smoke rose from the pan.

His shovel stopped.

"What's not quite right?"

Su Xingmian hesitated for three seconds, trying to figure out how to translate the concept of plants into human language.

"So, do you think you can produce seeds?"

The kitchen was quiet.

The shredded potatoes in the pot made one last sizzle and then fell silent.

Su Xingmian squatted by the stove, the firelight illuminating half of her face. There was a streak of ash on her face, and her eyes were bright as she waited for his answer.

Zhou Bingheng placed the spatula on the edge of the pot and looked at her for three seconds.

Then he scooped out the stir-fried potato shreds, took a towel from the washbasin stand, and squatted down in front of her.

Su Xingmian did not dodge.

A damp towel, smelling of soap, was placed on her right cheek.

He gently wiped the ash away from his cheekbone down his face with a towel, using very light pressure.

"Where did you hear that from?"

"Hmm... I read it in a book."

Her gaze shifted slightly to the left.

His hand stopped beside her face and withdrew.

"Don't worry about that."

"But."

"Don't worry."

He repeated it, draped the towel back on the rack, stood up, and continued cooking.

Su Xingmian squatted down and looked at his back. Since her grandmother was no longer there, she didn't want to press him for details.

Go back and flip through some books; perhaps you can find the answer in human books.

She put another piece of firewood into the stove and didn't say anything more.

Zhou Bingheng stir-fried some cabbage, added some chopped green onions and sauce to the bottom of the pan, and set the table with three dishes and a soup. He also steamed six buns.

Zhou Bingwen entered the room right on time for lunch, sat down, and picked up a piece of shredded potato with his chopsticks.

Su Xingmian took a bite of steamed bun and a bite of vegetables, and then suddenly looked up when she took her second bite.

"Brother, how do you do grafting in humans?"

Zhou Bingheng's chopsticks, used to pick up food, were suspended in mid-air.

Zhou Bingwen was drinking porridge when some porridge water got into his nose. He coughed violently, and rice grains sprayed out of his nostrils, splashing soup all over half his face.

"You, cough cough cough, what did you say?"

"grafting."

Su Xingmian put down the steamed bun, looking very serious.

"Do humans have similar technology?"

Zhou Bingwen coughed and wiped his nose with his sleeve, looking at her with an expression of existential doubt before turning to his second brother.

Zhou Bingheng put down his chopsticks, picked up his enamel mug, and took a sip of water, the rim of the mug just covering the lower half of his face.

When I put it down, there was no expression on my face.

"have."

Zhou Bingwen froze as he wiped his nose.

"What's your name?" Su Xingmian pressed.

"You eat first."

"oh."

Su Xingmian lowered her head and continued to eat her steamed bun.

Zhou Bingwen slammed his chopsticks on the table.

"Second Brother isn't a tree!"

"I know."

Su Xingmian nodded, her tone very sincere.

"Trees are much easier to take care of than people."

Zhou Bingwen's mouth was agape, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

He felt he might never understand what his second sister-in-law was saying.

What frightened him even more was that his second brother seemed to understand. Not only did he understand, but he was also very calm, so calm that he didn't even change the rhythm of chewing his steamed bun.

He swallowed hard, his mind racing.

Grafting, producing seeds. Is your health not good enough?

After going over the three words together, his expression visibly shattered.

"Second Sister-in-law."

"Um?"

Are you asking if Second Brother can...?

My throat tightened, and I couldn't get the rest of my words out.

He is, after all, a doctor, and there are certain words that cannot be used at the dinner table.

Su Xingmian tilted her head.

"Can you do what?"

Zhou Bingwen's face turned a deep purplish-red.

He glanced at his second brother.

Zhou Bingheng picked up a piece of cabbage and put it into Su Xingmian's bowl, his expression remaining unchanged throughout.

Zhou Bingwen wanted to die at this dinner table.

His second sister-in-law showed concern for his second brother's fertility by planting flowers, and his second brother remained calm and cooperated throughout the performance.

Which of these two is more outrageous?

Thinking of his second sister-in-law's medical skills, he couldn't help but glance at his second brother's lower body in a veiled manner.

No way?

Zhou Bingheng looked up.

"Let's leave after we finish eating. Pick up our train tickets back to Beijing as soon as possible."

Zhou Bingwen shoveled a couple of mouthfuls of porridge into his bowl and stood up.

"understood."

He fled the kitchen as if escaping, went into the yard and took a couple of breaths of cool air to suppress the suffocating feeling.

The sound of bowls and chopsticks clattering inside the room was heard for a while, and Zhou Bingheng was already clearing away the bowls.

Su Xingmian watched him stack the bowls into the basin and carry them away. His back was straight, and his waistline was neatly defined.

She muttered something to herself.

"He looks very healthy."

The baby hibiscus seedling in the flowerpot on the windowsill swayed slightly.

Su Xingmian reached out and poked the tip of the leaf.

"Don't you think so?"

The seedling swayed again.

The sound of running water came from the kitchen; he was washing dishes.

Su Xingmian stood up and looked up at the night sky over Helan Mountain.

She scanned his entire body's meridians, finding his blood and energy abundant, and his kidneys strong.

But human reproduction is different from that of plants. Plants rely on pollen, but she doesn't know what humans rely on.

After I transformed into human form, my grandmother taught me how to identify and collect medicinal herbs, but she didn't have time to teach me this part.

My grandmother never married, so she probably didn't have any experience to teach her.

Wu Qiuli is pregnant and has given birth. Should she go and ask her about it?

The two have just met, and things don't seem to be going well.

After hesitating for a while, she decided to read some books before getting the marriage certificate tomorrow.

Zhou Bingwen was a doctor, so he must have medical books.

She asked her brother-in-law to find some medical books to read, and he certainly wouldn't refuse.

She chased after him.

"Upon hearing this!"

At the courtyard gate, Zhou Bingwen had just stepped out when he turned back.

"Second sister-in-law?"

Do you have any medical books that explain how humans pollinate and what the results are?

She felt that this was very clear and understandable. In the plant kingdom, this was a very basic matter of common sense. In the human world, she didn't understand it, so she had to learn it.

There's nothing to be embarrassed about.

Zhou Bingwen tripped on the threshold.

He gripped the doorframe to steady himself, his face showing shock, despair, and a deep sense of powerlessness before finally settling on resignation.

"...I'll find one for you tomorrow."

The voice sounded weak and unsteady.

"Thank you, Bingwen."

Su Xingmian smiled sweetly.

Zhou Bingwen turned around and disappeared into the alleyway, his steps unsteady.

After walking twenty steps, he stopped and looked up at the stars above Helan Mountain.

How did his second sister-in-law grow up to be eighteen years old?

I thought about it seriously for three seconds, but I still couldn't figure it out.

He lowered his head and started to walk back, then stopped.

He's an orthopedic surgeon, not a urologist, and he doesn't actually have the kind of book his sister-in-law wants.

But in the medical station's archives, there was Chapter Eleven of the "Human Anatomy" textbook...

Zhou Bingwen wiped his face.

If he gets it, his second brother can bury him at the foot of Helan Mountain.

If he doesn't give it to her, given his second sister-in-law's stubbornness, she might ask even more outrageous questions in front of the entire family compound.

The wind blew in through the alley, carrying sand.

Zhou Bingwen turned a corner towards the military medical station.

Pushing open the door to the archives, I found the blue-covered book on the third shelf.

I turned to Chapter Eleven, scanned two lines, and then snapped the book shut.

If his second sister-in-law sees this, will they still be able to eat at the dinner table?