Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 81 - Do you think there's something a bit wrong with me? (3)
Du Ruo was utterly dumbfounded. "That's what you're using your metal ability for?"
There was suddenly a knock at the door. Someone came over to tell them that dinner was ready. After a change in management, dinner was finally not rice washing water. Rice was available now instead of the gruel from before. The cooks had also cooked other foods. The food that had only been in the guards' lunchboxes was now available to everyone.
Bei Nuan and the others didn't go out to scramble for food with the other survivors. They stayed in Lu Xingchi's room and steamed buns on the portable gas stove. Bei Nuan also took out packages of braised beef and duck gizzards.
Jiang Fei had recovered by now. He asked Bei Nuan for a knife and patiently sliced the braised beef. Each slice of beef was so thin that it was almost transparent.
"Your knife skills are so good." Bei Nuan was amazed.
Jiang Fei smiled and asked, "Do you have bamboo skewers?"
Bei Nuan didn't have that, but she did have metal barbecue skewers.
Jiang Fei nimbly layered the ultra thin slices of beef together and threaded his creation onto the skewer. It was a blooming rose.
Jiang Fei offered the beef rose to Bei Nuan. With a slight smile, he said, "I can't make it that pretty, but I think it's very practical because it can be eaten. This rose isn't that perfect. You won't dislike it, will you?"
Du Ruo deeply agreed. "Looks don't matter. Taste is king!"
Bei Nuan hastily accepted the skewer. "Of course I won't dislike it. It's already very good. Jiang Fei, you're so amazing!"
Lu Xingchi glanced at the beef rose. Before Bei Nuan could eat it, he asked Jiang Fei a crucial question, "Have you washed your hands before making the flower for her?"
"Of course. How can I not wash my hands if I want to make food for Bei Nuan?" Jiang Fei didn't bicker with him.
Du Ruo took a piece of thinly sliced beef while confessing, "Bei Nuan, I can't bear to be away from you, not even for a day."
"He's only saying that because he's a glutton," Lu Xingchi nonchalantly exposed his friend.
"Didn't you also say yesterday that it's very painful to be without Bei Nuan?" Du Ruo exposed Lu Xingchi without hesitation, "Bei Nuan, let me tell you. He said that because he's going crazy not being able to shower and change his clothes."
Du Ruo grinned at Lu Xingchi. "Bite me."
These three men were acting out a play
Bei Nuan ignored them and tore apart the beef rose, petal by petal, to eat it.
Having eaten enough, the leader of the Refuge #9 fell onto a bed and couldn't get up. She blankly stared off into space while twirling the perfect metal rose that couldn't be eaten.
On the side, Du Ruo and Jiang Fei were playing a card game.
Lu Xingchi walked over and sat down on the side of Bei Nuan's bed and quietly asked, "What's wrong?"
His deep and low voice was beautiful. It sounded as if he was genuinely concerned.
Bei Nuan suddenly felt a bit tired. She wasn't in the mood to act like a holy mother and dully asked, "Do you think Huo Ren and I are the same kind of people?"
The corners of Lu Xingchi's slightly curved up. "What made you think that?"
Bei Nuan repeated in detail what Huo Ren told her this morning.
Bei Nuan concluded, "I suspect that I'm a bit cold-blooded or I have what's that term? Empathy deficit disorder?"
Lu Xingchi smiled. "You're not. You don't have that."
Bei Nuan really wanted to tell him. You only think that because you've seen me do so many good things. I only did those things to increase my holy mother value. What you saw wasn't the genuine me.
But, she couldn't tell him the truth.
"If you don't take into consideration what I've done and only consider my expression and response when I encounter things, do you think there's something a bit wrong with me?" Bei Nuan open-mindedly consulted psychological expert Dr. Liu.
Lu Xingchi smiled again. "Don't worry. There's nothing wrong with you. Do you doubt my ability to see through people?"
A professional was reliable. Bei Nuan felt reassured. She adjusted her pillow and shifted to a comfortable sleeping position.