The Marshal's Wife is Wild

Qu Tong lay on the hard wooden bed, looking at the balance on her light-brain: 51073 Star Coins.

She gritted her teeth and placed an order for a bottle of the Alchemist Association's junior Spirit Power Stabilizing Potion.

After browsing for a while, she bought some tools that might come in handy, scattering over a thousand Star Coins in purchases.

Looking at the single-digit balance in her account, Qu Tong drank a bottle of Nutrient Solution and ate a few small tomatoes.

These few bottles of Nutrient Solution were pilfered during her few days at the Qu Family, barely enough to last her for several days.

As the Princess Consort, the gifts from the Emperor and Empress were naturally of high quality.

She checked online, and even the Space Twist was worth millions of good stuff.

Now, she was worth over a hundred million, but her pocket was cleaner than her face.

*

The logistics speed of the remote star wasn't so convenient, and it wasn't until the next afternoon that Qu Tong received her online purchases.

A live-streaming orb, some seasonings, a few bags of seeds, cooking tools, and so on.

Now that she had the tools, she could finally make a proper meal.

On a day off, Qu Tong logged onto the planet management system just as the Royal Guards had taught her.

She discovered that the entire planet's industry consisted of only a small trade shop, which undertook logistics, freight, waste recycling functions and the like, currently operating at a loss and surviving on subsidies.

It was of no help at all.

She also visited the forest behind the house. Star 1757 was half-covered in vegetation, but in the special interstellar air and soil, the idea that "Lucid waters and lush mountains are invaluable assets" no longer applied.

Without a certain family background, it was very difficult to utilize these animals and plants, which is why such planets were also called junk stars.

It didn't refer to waste recycling specifically but simply meant they were of no significant value.

Her initial idea was to grow vegetables on this planet but, upon reflection, she realized it wasn't feasible at present.

Not to mention the lack of financial and human resources, she also needed a reasonable amount of time.

If she recklessly produced a large amount of Energy Plants with low pollution indexes, she guaranteed that within a few days she'd either be on the run or on a dissection table.

So, she decided to lay the foundation with live streaming first.

In her past life, when bored, Qu Tong also quite enjoyed watching a blogger's videos filled with rustic charm.

With the interstellar network being so developed, the effect should still be quite good.

She casually registered a live streaming account on the Interstellar Net: "Eat Well."

After binding the device account and setting it to not show her face, she placed the live-streaming orb in the air.

Qu Tong specifically took her tools and ingredients outdoors; her shabby little house was not something she wanted to showcase and embarrass herself with.

Qu Tong took out the pots, pans, and ladles she had purchased one by one.

Along with the ingredients and seasonings she prepared in advance.

The ingredients online were too expensive, and she couldn't afford them.

Luckily, yesterday she spent the whole day in the forest and caught a plump wild chicken, picking up a nest of eggs along the way.

It was called plump mainly because in her past life, the wild chickens she'd seen were quite lean and small, designed for flight, much smaller than domesticated chickens.

As for the one she caught, Qu Tong seriously doubted it could fly.

Under the influence of the environment, animals had also mutated and could not be consumed directly.

Yesterday, she tried infusing a bit of her Special Ability and found that, like the plants, animals would not affect spiritual power and would no longer taste bitter after being nurtured with the Wood-element Ability.

On her way back, she encountered several mushrooms and dug them up, too.

First, cook some rice.

The live-streaming orb flew above Qu Tong's head, automatically adjusting the angle.

Qu Tong had never been involved with the live streaming industry and didn't know how effective it would be; she had only heard that someone had gained hundreds of thousands of followers from a single live streaming event.

However, while the imagination was beautiful, reality was often cruel.

She didn't know if the cooker had exploded, but it definitely burst...

"Hello everyone, welcome to the live stream. It's my first broadcast, so please..."

She hadn't finished her opening remarks.

With a loud "bang", a lid flew out amidst the spray of water and vapor.

Qu Tong's hand, which had been waving to greet the audience, instantly grabbed a frying pan to protect her face.

She turned to the side and crouched down in one fluid motion.

Luckily, the lid didn't fly towards her but hit a rock and got bent out of shape.

Even so, her hair and dress were inevitably splattered with bits of white, half-cooked rice.

Qu Tong felt a bit embarrassed. Could it be the cheap pressure cooker she bought for 99 Star Coins was of poor quality?

Qu Tong put down the frying pan and looked at the live streaming sphere that had flown away and then back. The live stream showed a scene of utter chaos.

The milky soup and white grains splattered everywhere, the pressure cooker had exploded into a five-petal flower shape, long unrecognizable, and the battery charger was destroyed, with a red warning light flashing on and off.

The comments floated below the live stream.

[What kind of live stream is this, wilderness survival or busting fakes?]

[It should be... busting fakes, right? Don't buy this brand of pressure rice cookers, dangerous, dangerous!]

[Hahahaha, I guess the host wanted to cook. Look, she even has a frying pan in hand. Maybe it's a cooking show.]

[Is this the host's first time cooking? I've seen uncooked rice, rice stuck to the pot, but this is the first time I've seen the pot itself explode.]

[Host, are you okay? Although I know it's not good to laugh, I can't help it, pffhahaha]

[Me too, hahaha *hiccup*]

[Her face should be fine.]

[You heartless bunch, pffhaha, sorry, I couldn't hold it in.]

The originally ice-cold live stream room got busy due to the explosion, with the heat going up a bit and a bunch of active viewers flooding in.

[What's going on, what's going on? I just got here, what's everyone laughing about?]

[Nothing much, just the host cooking and the pot exploded. We're all "concerned" about the host, hahahahahaha]

[Epic, it's like watching my mom in the kitchen.]

[Hahaha, poor host.]

[Is this what new hosts do for their first broadcast now? Has the live streaming industry become so competitive?]

[Great! Quite a unique start, you successfully got my attention.]

Qu Tong quickly grabbed the streaming sphere and pointed the camera elsewhere, not wanting her own disheveled appearance to continue being broadcast.

Given how things turned out today, Qu Tong had no choice but to announce:

"Sorry everyone, today's live stream ends here. I need to go deal with customer service. See you next time."

The comments kept coming, with some wanting to see what happens next, some giving Qu Tong advice, and others asking when she would stream again, but Qu Tong straightforwardly closed the live stream.

Qu Tong neither cared for the mess on the ground nor sat down on a clean spot, instead, she took out one of her last two bottles of Nutrient Solution from her space and drank it

Luckily, she hadn't thrown away the instruction manual before.

She carefully checked the instructions, confirming it wasn't her fault.

Immediately she felt a surge of anger.

Wasn't this very dangerous?

It also caused her to face a major setback as soon as she started broadcasting, dying of embarrassment in public.

She definitely had to leave a bad review.

Not only a bad review, but she also wanted to file a complaint and get compensation from the seller.