"I don't know you've been through so much in the past few days."

The girl across from Kaede sat on a rolled-up empty bag, patiently listening from how she had been disturbed by a hateful silver-throated long-tailed, to dancing and emotionally about a series of bizarre encounters when she got rabbit meat and was caught up in a sudden and terrifying blizzard. She sat quietly and obediently the whole time, with a focused look on her face, and it was not until Kaede Ke finished speaking in detail that she let out a long breath, as if she had finally waited for a respite from the thrilling hunting adventure that had come to an end.

This young girl, who calls herself "Feng Ke", seems to be very talkative, and when she adds fuel and vinegar to the obviously terrible bad things, the audience will only experience the exciting fun that is suitable for all ages.

The act of sharing interesting experiences in a gentle setting is often a pleasure for both parties, especially since Miss Mosilele has always been adept at playing the role of listener in a conversation—a few reasonable questions, a modest silence, and a few embellished exclamations are enough to win the favor of any narrator who is critical of his audience.

"Let's get acquainted again," she walked over to Feng Ke's side and smiled warmly at the big girl with a lively personality, "My name is Mosilele." ”

Feng Ke blinked, also took off her gloves, and held her right hand stretched out towards her in the flickering orange firelight, "Feng Ke, my name is Feng Ke, the maple of Maple Leaf, reliable Ke." ”

"Okay Miss Feng Ke, the fat guy who is lying on the ground and snoring is called Bender, and I think he will also like your new friend." Mosilaire scooped a spoonful full of broth from the small, popping tin pot that sat above the fire with an iron spoon that had been wiped clean by snowflakes. "Would you like to have more?"

"Ah, of course, that would be better, Miss Mosilaire." Feng Ke handed the iron box in his hand to Mosilelle: "This pot of rabbit broth is definitely the most delicious thing I've ever tasted in my life, I'm really afraid I'll get addicted to it." ”

"Oh dear, please don't say that, maybe you're just too hungry." Mosilaire lowered his head shyly and smiled, the two little tiger teeth looked particularly small and cute in the firelight, "My mother always said that people eat anything when they are hungry. ”

"Here you go." She filled Feng Ke with fragrant broth, and scooped a lot into her iron lunch box.

To be on the safe side, Mosilaire cooks bloody, troublesome offal in the woods, some of which will be saved for dinner tonight, and some of which she will smoke into jerky that is easy to preserve and eat.

The skeleton that was put in by Mosilaire in one piece released a different kind of delicate fragrance in the boiling heat, giving birth to a rough charm without any seasoning. The edible offal, which has been processed in advance, has become unusually smooth and delicious after a long period of low boiling, and many of them have even quietly integrated into the soup because they can't stand the heat, adding a unique vibrant graininess to the thick gravy.

Kaede had clearly fallen in love with the wonderful tastes, and she had to make each bite of the sweet, dense visceral soup swirl around her mouth a few times before swallowing it, and only swallowed it to her heart's content when she had enough of it.

"These offal are rich in iron and selenium," Mosilele said, taking sips of the steaming broth in his lunch box, "and it's easy to digest and gives us the protein and fat we need." ”

"Whew—" Mosilaire narrowed his eyes pleasantly and exhaled a breath of heat. "It's incredible to be able to take a sip of hot soup in this kind of weather."

"yes." Kaede Ke obviously agreed with Mosilelle's idea, and she swallowed the rest of the hot soup into her stomach in one go, rubbed her belly comfortably a few times, and stretched out by the burning fire, "It's incredible. ”

"Ah, by the way, don't we have to call him?" Kaede Ke yawned and grabbed her backpack under her skull—she loved to be sleepy as soon as she was full.

"I called, but he didn't want to wake up." Mosilaire was infected by her and yawned: "Heh—I'll get up when I'm hungry later." ”

"I'm a little sleepy."

"I'm a little bit too."

"Would you like to sleep for a while?"

"Okay."

"By the way, your real name is Mosilaire, I think I've heard it somewhere before."

"Yes, my dear, my name is Mosilaire."

"Where are you from?"

"A marginal colony, a medium-sized ancient colonial base about ten kilometers away from here."

"How long have you been here? Are you from another planet - I mean, are you one of the unfortunate travelers who crash-landed here? ”

"Is there anyone else in the colony? Could it be that there are only three of us in the entire fringe colony at the moment? Ah, then we can be considered 'annihilated', right? ”

"Are there any zombies in the colony? How many? ”

"What do you usually eat? Is it tasty? Do you prefer to use chopsticks or forks? If it's chopsticks, do you prefer metal chopsticks or wood chopsticks......"

“…… Good afternoon. Mosilaire closed his eyes tiredly, and he didn't know if Kaede could hear what was being said.

She was so tired, and this injured body really needed a good rest.

By the time Mosilaire opened her eyes again, the campfire had been dwarfed, and the makeshift shelter was quiet, with only the breathing of her, Kaede, and Bender in the clean air.

Kaede hasn't woken up yet, and so has Bender.

The internal organs in the pot have been thoroughly cooked, and the occasional burst of boiling bubbles exudes a charming aroma of rotten meat.

She pressed her bracelet.

At 16:37, the room temperature is -3°C, and it's time to prepare dinner - oh, she'd better wake up our snooze Mr. Bender before that.

"Bender—hey, Bender!" Mosilaire patted his face, finally causing the sleepy fellow to open his eyes dimly.

"Hey-hey! Mr. Bender! Seeing him blinking and trying to fall asleep, Mosilaire leaned into Bender's ear and shouted without grace, "Zombies are going to eat your hair!" ”

"Zombies? What zombies? Hair? What hair? It was a useful move, for Bander's slump sat up from the ground, as if his thoughts had not been able to keep up with his movements.

"It's nothing, you're having nightmares."

Mosilaire smoothed his messy hair and served Bender a large bowl of broth. "Drink some broth, it'll make you feel better, oh, watch it burn."

"Zombies? Hair? How could I have such a bizarre dream......" The confusion that was swirling in Bender's mind quickly disappeared from the fragrant broth, and a look of surprise quickly appeared on his face, "Oooo ”

After saying that, he tilted his head and swallowed a large mouthful of hot meat soup, as if he didn't care if he would be burned by it.

"Drink slowly, I'll have dinner later." Mosilaire patted his companion on the shoulder, "There's no need to be in such a hurry. ”

"Dinner? Yes...... Dinner...... By the way, what's for dinner? Kaede didn't know when he woke up, and in his big eyes staring at Mosilaire, there was only a craving for food that made people laugh and cry, except for the confusion that had not yet dissipated.

"Rabbit stew, of course, dear Miss Feng Ke, I remember I told you about it at noon." Mosilaire stood up in the snow-soaked sleeping area and stretched leisurely, "Mr. Bender, this is Miss Maple, you have been in the snow in the woods before. ”

"Ahh Bender thought for a long time before he remembered something, "I remember, your little girl's hands are quite strong. ”

"Hand strength? What......? Kaede couldn't remember the events of that night anymore - she couldn't be blamed for that, she was still a confused patient at the time.

However, out of politeness, she still stretched out her right hand towards Bende, "Hello, my name is Feng Ke." ”

"Ah, hello, Bender." He carefully freed his hand to shake the lady's little hand—but her hand was as soft and warm as all the women in the world, and the strength of the hand from above seemed to be far less than he had imagined—and it was reassuring.

Maybe it was just because her cotton pants were too loose that she almost dragged them down - strangely, Bender pulled his pants - and they weren't loose?

"Alright, friends," Mosilaire clapped his hands as he put the ingredients into the pot and simmered briefly, attracting the attention of Kaede and Bender. "If we don't have a penchant for sleeping in the cold, we'd better go out and collect some flammable firewood while the campfire is still out."

"I'll go," Kaede yawned and immediately got up from the ground, "It's not kind to let the patient do the heavy work." ”

"Okay, but I have to go with you, after all, the rifle is broken and cannot be used for the time being, and it is dangerous to go out into the field alone with only a dagger in such weather." Mosilaire slowly stood up with Kaede's help and smiled at her. "If you don't dislike me."

"I'm ......" Bender opened his mouth to do his part, but he was too badly injured to go into the wilderness anyway.

"No...... No...... Bender," Mosilele shook his head, interrupting what he was about to say, "The Marginal Colony needs you, but not now. ”

"The only thing you should do now is to take care of your injuries, and when you can get up alive one day, we can go home calmly." She blinked her bright eyes and looked suspiciously at her companion, who was constantly wriggling and shrinking on the ground like a caterpillar, trying to gather the strength to get up: "Honey, you look like a fish out of water. ”

"Uh-well," Bender finally stopped his futile struggle and sat down by the campfire to catch his breath, "Hey, Kaede, grab my gear!" ”

"Thank you, dear Mr. Bender, but lo and behold—" Kaede pulled open her snow coat and gestured to the loose body armor sewn over her, "I've been wearing it for a long time to keep me safe." ”

“…… I forgive you. ”

"I knew you wouldn't mind, kind Chief Bander," Kaede replied with a grin as he gave Bander a not-so-standard Imperial military salute, "I promise there won't be a next time, Chief Bande!" ”

"I really admire the humor and optimism you have shown in the face of difficulties, and if I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely write a novel about our shared experience." Mosilaire checked the equipment on his body, woke the charged rifle in his hand from its dormant state, and then nodded to Feng Ke, "Let's go!" ”

"Stay safe and come back early!" Bender shouted at the two figures who had disappeared behind the snowdrifts at the entrance, and a moment later they responded.

"Got it!"

Mosilaire and Maple's voices were muffled and muffled by the snow in the doorway, but they were still legible in the cramped building, familiar and warm to Bender's less astute ears.