Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 36 - An angel in the human world (2)
She found a plastic string from her pocket space, hung the squeezable pouch from the grab handle with the string, and aimed the mouth of the bag over Jiang Fei's mouth. The puree didn't come out at all.
Bei Nuan found a pair of scissors and made a small cut in the pouch.
Sure enough, the puree began to drip into Jiang Fei's mouth. A simple feeding system was completed.
Bei Nuan observed for a while. After confirming the feeding system was working, she clapped her hands and left the jeep in satisfaction to go back to eating hot pot.
There was still ox aorta left. There was a full plate of it right in front of Lu Xingchi.
Seeing Bei Nuan returning, Lu Xingchi pushed the plate of ox aorta towards her without any changes in his expression. It seemed that Lu Xingchi hadn't let Du Ruo touch that food at all when she was gone.
Bei Nuan gratefully brought the plate closer to herself. Towards the ox aorta's bodyguard, she said, "Thank you."
Lu Xingchi slightly smiled. "You're welcome."
Du Ruo silently mouthed the idioms,"Valuing the lover over the friend. Abandoning your benefactor after achieving your goal."
Lu Xingchi saw him from his peripheral vision and stared at him.
Du Ruo quickly changed the topic. "Want to play Werewolf?"
Lu Xingchi asked, "How can we play with only three people?"
"I have a way." Du Ruo asked Bei Nuan to take out the box for Werewolf, took out three cards - a villager, a seer, and a werewolf -, and explained the modified rules.
They would randomly select a card and then place the card in from themselves. On the first night, the seer would silently check one person's card to see if that person was a villager or a wolf. After daybreak, everyone would take turns speaking and then vote. If the seer and villager could vote for the wolf together, then the good guys would win. It was very simple. One round determined the outcome.
"How should we punish the losers? How about they can't eat ox aorta," Du Ruo suggested.
He could keep dreaming. Bei Nuan took out a pack of post-its she had gotten from the convenience store. "Stick a post-it on whoever loses?"
In the first game, Bei Nuan drew the werewolf card.
Just as she was smugly pondering on how to deceive the others, Lu Xingchi turned, looked at her, and remarked, "You're the werewolf, right?"
Bei Nuan: "..."
Every time Bei Nuan was the werewolf, she lost. You had to be insane to play Werewolf with Lu Xingchi. As he smoothed over the playing card, it was as if he could see through anything. Looking at Bei Nuan's expression, he could guess with 80% confidence whether she was a werewolf or not. After hearing her response, he could guess with 100% confidence and was never wrong.
Du Ruo's ability to guess her role was far worse. However, he and Lu Xingchi had known each other since they were kids. He knew him very well and was very accurate at guessing his friend's role.
There were only three people playing. He knew his role and could guess Lu Xingchi's. As such, he could determine Bei Nuan's role by elimination.
And so, Bei Nuan lost every time she was the werewolf, and her face was covered in post-its.
After playing several rounds and after the hot pot was eaten, Bei Nuan suddenly remembered her baby feeding system. She returned to the jeep. Jiang Fei was fine. He hadn't died from choking to death on the puree. The pouch was completely empty.
Bei Nuan took away the empty bag, estimated his food intake, took out a new pouch, tied it up with plastic string, and twisted off the plastic cap.
Bei Nuan recalled the relevant passage in the book. The novel's Bei Nuan had watched over Jiang Fei and didn't leave. Little by little, she fed him the chewed compressed biscuits. She also thoughtfully wiped the sweat on his forehead and softly asked, "Do you want to drink water?"
It was then that Jiang Fei woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw a young woman. Her gaze was gentle, and her hand was gently resting on his forehead. Even in the darkness, he could see the holiness and love that radiated from her. At that moment, he thought he saw an angel.
Bei Nuan imagined that scene and was moved for half a second. However, she missed eating hot pot and playing Werewolf much more than that. She still resolutely stucked the plastic opening of the pouch into Jiang Fei's mouth.
And then, Jiang Fei really woke up. He was woken up by the sensation of something foreign in his mouth. When he opened his eyes, he saw that part of a pouch of baby food was stuffed in his mouth, and the pouch was being held up by a plastic string.
At the end of the plastic string, there was a small face covered with yellow post-its.
Jiang Fei: "..."
Bei Nuan: "..."
They stared at each other.
Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 36 - An angel in the human world (2)
She found a plastic string from her pocket space, hung the squeezable pouch from the grab handle with the string, and aimed the mouth of the bag over Jiang Fei's mouth. The puree didn't come out at all.
Bei Nuan found a pair of scissors and made a small cut in the pouch.
Sure enough, the puree began to drip into Jiang Fei's mouth. A simple feeding system was completed.
Bei Nuan observed for a while. After confirming the feeding system was working, she clapped her hands and left the jeep in satisfaction to go back to eating hot pot.
There was still ox aorta left. There was a full plate of it right in front of Lu Xingchi.
Seeing Bei Nuan returning, Lu Xingchi pushed the plate of ox aorta towards her without any changes in his expression. It seemed that Lu Xingchi hadn't let Du Ruo touch that food at all when she was gone.
Bei Nuan gratefully brought the plate closer to herself. Towards the ox aorta's bodyguard, she said, "Thank you."
Lu Xingchi slightly smiled. "You're welcome."
Du Ruo silently mouthed the idioms,"Valuing the lover over the friend. Abandoning your benefactor after achieving your goal."
Lu Xingchi saw him from his peripheral vision and stared at him.
Du Ruo quickly changed the topic. "Want to play Werewolf?"
Lu Xingchi asked, "How can we play with only three people?"
"I have a way." Du Ruo asked Bei Nuan to take out the box for Werewolf, took out three cards - a villager, a seer, and a werewolf -, and explained the modified rules.
They would randomly select a card and then place the card in from themselves. On the first night, the seer would silently check one person's card to see if that person was a villager or a wolf. After daybreak, everyone would take turns speaking and then vote. If the seer and villager could vote for the wolf together, then the good guys would win. It was very simple. One round determined the outcome.
"How should we punish the losers? How about they can't eat ox aorta," Du Ruo suggested.
He could keep dreaming. Bei Nuan took out a pack of post-its she had gotten from the convenience store. "Stick a post-it on whoever loses?"
In the first game, Bei Nuan drew the werewolf card.
Just as she was smugly pondering on how to deceive the others, Lu Xingchi turned, looked at her, and remarked, "You're the werewolf, right?"
Bei Nuan: "..."
Every time Bei Nuan was the werewolf, she lost. You had to be insane to play Werewolf with Lu Xingchi. As he smoothed over the playing card, it was as if he could see through anything. Looking at Bei Nuan's expression, he could guess with 80% confidence whether she was a werewolf or not. After hearing her response, he could guess with 100% confidence and was never wrong.
Du Ruo's ability to guess her role was far worse. However, he and Lu Xingchi had known each other since they were kids. He knew him very well and was very accurate at guessing his friend's role.
There were only three people playing. He knew his role and could guess Lu Xingchi's. As such, he could determine Bei Nuan's role by elimination.
And so, Bei Nuan lost every time she was the werewolf, and her face was covered in post-its.
After playing several rounds and after the hot pot was eaten, Bei Nuan suddenly remembered her baby feeding system. She returned to the jeep. Jiang Fei was fine. He hadn't died from choking to death on the puree. The pouch was completely empty.
Bei Nuan took away the empty bag, estimated his food intake, took out a new pouch, tied it up with plastic string, and twisted off the plastic cap.
Bei Nuan recalled the relevant passage in the book. The novel's Bei Nuan had watched over Jiang Fei and didn't leave. Little by little, she fed him the chewed compressed biscuits. She also thoughtfully wiped the sweat on his forehead and softly asked, "Do you want to drink water?"
It was then that Jiang Fei woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw a young woman. Her gaze was gentle, and her hand was gently resting on his forehead. Even in the darkness, he could see the holiness and love that radiated from her. At that moment, he thought he saw an angel.
Bei Nuan imagined that scene and was moved for half a second. However, she missed eating hot pot and playing Werewolf much more than that. She still resolutely stucked the plastic opening of the pouch into Jiang Fei's mouth.
And then, Jiang Fei really woke up. He was woken up by the sensation of something foreign in his mouth. When he opened his eyes, he saw that part of a pouch of baby food was stuffed in his mouth, and the pouch was being held up by a plastic string.
At the end of the plastic string, there was a small face covered with yellow post-its.
Jiang Fei: "..."
Bei Nuan: "..."
They stared at each other.
