Chapter 370 – Large Deposit
In the past few days, Tu Ran had occasionally let Pangpang out for a walk.
Most of the food in the space, especially those that weren’t easy to store long-term, had been nearly finished by Pangpang.
“This is the menu, what would you like to eat today?” Tu Ran placed an electronic menu in front of Pangpang.
Tang Ying was sitting on the couch with one leg bent, turning to look at Tu Ran as she interacted with Pangpang.
“What species is your pet?”
Tu Ran was still gently rubbing Pangpang’s head. Upon hearing the question, she looked up and said, “Dan Hu, a species from the Threshold.”
Tang Ying nodded, her fingers instinctively rubbing the couch’s armrest. “It’s docile, understands human speech, and is perfect as a pet. It would be very popular in human society.”
Pangpang, meanwhile, was too busy drooling while selecting food to pay attention to their conversation.
As the “poop-scooper” Tu Ran rubbed Pangpang’s head more vigorously, smiling even more brightly than when she praised herself.
“It’s a big eater, needing to consume over ten pounds of fruit a day. And don’t be fooled by its docile nature, it’s very picky about food. If the fruit isn’t fresh or tastes bad, it won’t eat it. It’s fine for a few days, but after raising it for a long time, some people get tired of it.”
Pangpang had already picked its food and happily handed the menu to Tu Ran. She took it, clicked to confirm the order, and waited for the waiter to bring the food.
Tu Ran told Pangpang to go play around, then sat down opposite Tang Ying, took a sip from the glass of water on the table, and said, “Not all Dan Hus are this docile. It depends on their individual nature. Any species that has survived in the harsh world of the Threshold until now can’t be considered easy to b*lly—”
As Tu Ran spoke, her eyes kept following Pangpang, and she immediately spotted it stuffing the curtain tassel into its mouth.
“You can’t eat that!”
Pangpang responded with a series of “chi chi chi” sounds.
“Oh!”
“Chi chi, chi chi chi.”
Pangpang pointed its wing at a round, plump vase.
Tu Ran facepalmed. “That’s not a red-skinned melon, and you can’t eat it either.”
Pangpang lowered its wing and uttered “chi chi chi.”
“Oh!”
Tang Ying didn’t understand Pangpang’s language. To her ears, it just kept chirping, while Tu Ran responded to each chirp.
“Chi chi.”
“You can’t eat it.”
“Chi chi chi chi, chi chi chi.”
“It’s not a bug, and if you eat it, you’ll get constipated.”
“Chi.”
“Just wait ten more minutes… ten minutes is about the time it would take you to eat five red-skinned melons.”
Tu Ran was incredibly patient, and this was the first time Tang Ying had seen her like this.
“Chi chi chi.”
“Stop pretending. I saw you sneakily drink my nutrient solution in the space ten minutes ago, so there’s no way you’re already starving.”
“Chi—” Pangpang curled into a ball, rolling over to Tu Ran’s feet and rubbing its fluffy head against her leg.
Tu Ran couldn’t take it anymore. “Wait a little longer, just a little longer, I’ve already put in the order for you.”
“Chi!” Finally, Pangpang stopped. Its round body flipped over agilely and sat against Tu Ran’s leg.
“Chi!”
It spotted the glass of water Tu Ran had left on the table and stared at it intently.
“Do you want some water?” Tu Ran tilted her head and looked at it.
Pangpang nodded.
Tu Ran took out a special water bowl for Pangpang from the space, filled it with fresh water, and placed it in front of it. Finally, it settled down.
“What are you planning to do next? There are only eleven days left,” Tang Ying said, subtly moving closer to Tu Ran. Her hand reached out to touch Pangpang, which was still drinking water, and she gently stroked it.
Tu Ran squinted one eye and kept the other closed, pretending not to notice. “First, I’ll head to your Haenden star system. My mental power is running low.”
She brought up the “counting board” in her mind.
[Mental power collection progress: 21%.]
Only 21% left, not nearly enough to do anything.
Tang Ying retracted her hand, looking at Tu Ran with a serious expression. “Can you return within the short time left? There are only 11 days.”
This opportunity was rare, and so much preparation had gone into it. If they missed it due to traveling to other worlds, it would be a huge regret.
Tu Ran helped Pangpang by holding the feathers on its head so they wouldn’t fall into the water as it drank. “I think I have a pretty good connection with the Rulers,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Perhaps solving the collapse of the cosmic order depends on me. If the protagonist isn’t present, how could the play even begin?”
Hearing this, Tang Ying paused, then cautiously said, “…Maybe you should ask the Hundred-Eye Elves.”
Tu Ran’s confidence was intimidating.
Pangpang had finished drinking, and Tu Ran released its feathers, clapped her hands, leaned back against the couch, and shrugged helplessly. “The Hundred-Eye Elves can’t see events that haven’t happened yet. Besides, I don’t have the money to see them again.”
Speaking of money, Tu Ran paused. “I just ordered so many meals—does my account balance not have enough?” No wonder the food hadn’t arrived yet.
Tu Ran stood up, ready to call the waiter to inquire about the situation when the door opened, and the waiter pushed in a cart stacked with two full layers of food.
Pangpang’s eyes lit up, and it flapped its wings, eager to rush over, but was stopped by Tang Ying.
The waiter didn’t seem at all surprised by the large bird in the room, as if such scenes were common to them. Indeed, in the Border City, there was nothing that couldn’t be seen.
The waiter carefully placed each dish on the table, then pushed the cart to leave. Tu Ran, standing by the door, stopped him. “Could you check my account balance?”
“Of course.” The waiter released the cart handle and took out a device resembling a watch from his sleeve, entering a string of numbers. “Your account balance is 29.98 million star coins.”
This meal likely cost around 20,000, but someone had transferred 30 million star coins to her.
Who?
“Is there anything else you need?” The waiter asked politely.
“No, thank you.” Tu Ran shook her head and moved aside.
“Alright, enjoy your meal!” The waiter then pushed the cart out of the room.
The door automatically closed behind him.
Tang Ying lowered the table to a height where Pangpang could reach the food, then walked over to Tu Ran, guessing, “Could it be Wuma Fenghua?”
“Maybe?” Tu Ran crossed her arms and pondered.
Apart from Wuma Fenghua, no one else had a reason to transfer money to her.
But she also felt that it didn’t quite align with Wuma Fenghua’s usual style.
In their previous conversations, Wuma Fenghua hadn’t shown any indication of offering financial support to them.
Unable to make sense of it, Tu Ran decided not to dwell on it.
Her gaze swept over Pangpang, which was eating to its heart’s content, and then she pulled the hood of her black robe down. “I’m going to find the Hundred-Eye Elf. Keep an eye on it.”
“Got it.” Tang Ying agreed.
Tu Ran, already familiar with the way, headed to the floor where the Hundred-Eye Elf resided and entered the dim room.
The Hundred-Eye Elf seemed to be familiar with her presence. As soon as she entered, its body lit up, slowly floating into the air like a delicate dough ball.
Though she had money now, Tu Ran still preferred to resolve matters quickly and went straight to the point. “Who is—”
Before she could finish her question, the dough-like figure spoke.
“Your old acquaintance, whose name on Blue Star is… Li Rui.”
“Where is she now? Who is she with? Song Bai?”
