Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 2530: Some Kind of Waste From a Chemistry Experiment?

Chapter 2530: Some Kind of Waste From a Chemistry Experiment?

Ning Shu glanced at the book that was on Alviss’ lap. So he wasn’t reading, after all, but simply following the pictures and telling stories from what he saw.

Ning Shu drank a bowl of water before she told Alviss, “Next time if I find a book, I’ll bring it back so you can read it when you feel bored.”

“Thank you, Sister.”

Now that Ning Shu had returned, Vivian felt too embarra.s.sed to stay. Since she’d also greeted her, Vivian soon left.

Ning Shu took out some food from the jar that she was carrying. There were some fruits and vegetables in it. A sour smell drifted out from the jar and into the air.

The smell was so sour she felt her teeth aching already.

After Ning Shu sniffed the pickled vegetables and fruits, she turned to Alviss and said, “Vivian is a nice girl.”

The kind little girl even brought food for Alviss.

A slight smile rose on Alviss’ pale face. It made his blue eyes shine as if they were glittering sapphires.

Seeing Alviss happy made Ning Shu very happy, too. If Alviss was happy, Alyssa would feel less guilty.

When Alyssa left Planet Sehlde, she had promised Alviss that she would come back. However, she failed to keep her promise.

Ning Shu put some of the pickled food in the pot, then poured some water, which she had filtered with charcoal, into the pot.

She lit a fire and started boiling the pickled food.

She didn’t know if it was pickled food, or if it was some kind of waste from a chemistry experiment.

Looks and smell could be deceptive, after all.

Ning Shu poked the stalks of vegetables and fruits in the pot. Inwardly, she thought about how great it would be if she had some noodles to put inside the pot.

Ning Shu wanted to eat meat, too…

Argh, she was so hungry!

Ning Shu was afraid the pickled food would be poisonous, so she boiled it for a while longer than she would usually boil anything.

With the pickled food that she took out from the pot, she made two bowls of food, one each for Alviss and her.

“I’ll test it first,” Ning Shu said. She picked up the bowl and took a sip out of it. The pickled food tasted sour, but quite appetizing, still.

Ning Shu took a fruit the size of a ping-pong ball and took a bite. It was very sour and had many seeds.

It tasted somewhat like hawthorn.

Ning Shu finished her bowl of soup and even hiccupped. She didn’t feel anything weird, so the pickled food should be safe to eat. As such, she told Alviss, “It’s safe. You can eat now.”

Alviss lowered his head and took a sip out of his bowl. Then, in a low voice, he said, “Sister, you don’t need to do that. I can’t survive alone anyways if something happened to you.”

Without much care, Ning Shu said, “I’m sure you’ll live. It all depends on whether you want to continue living or not.”

Ning Shu covered the jar with a lid. She also hid it, out of fear that those little brats would come to her house and try to take it away from her.

Ning Shu looked outside and saw that it was still early. She prepared herself to go out again to find extra food that she could store.

She now lived like a true blue rat. She wanted to save food, bit by bit, and she felt uncomfortable when she didn’t have food stored at home.

People were highly adaptable creatures. With her survival under threat, Ning Shu could tolerate food from a garbage dump much more than she usually could.

Her need for survival triumphed over her standards.

“Don’t go. You already went out for a long time earlier. It’ll be dark soon,” Alviss said.

Ning Shu looked up at the sun above her head. The sun was still shining in the sky; how could it possibly be dark soon?

However, Ning Shu obediently listened to Alviss and didn’t go out. Once it got dark dark, and the sun was not shining in the sky anymore, she would instantly freeze.

What if she froze to death outside?

Ning Shu considered it for a bit, then took the quilt outside. If she put it out in the sun for a bit, then maybe it would feel warmer at night.

Even if it acc.u.mulated a lot of dust, she could just brush the dust away later.

Life sure was so d.a.m.n hard!