Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

The doll's breathing was gentle, gradually approaching.

It felt moist and warm, covering her lips, adjusting the angle and protruding her teeth.

Nanke was so nervous that his palms were sweating, and suddenly he heard several muffled explosions from the sky.

A skirmish.

Nanke also opened his eyes. Among the silky night clouds on the northern sea, a few fireworks-like streams of light were fading.

"That is?"

"Flag flare." The skirmisher let go of her and stood up, his face slightly condensed.

At the same time, the villages sleeping in the quiet night at the foot of the mountain lit up their lights one after another, gathering and moving to the north.

In the wilderness between the village and the coastline, an unusually bright fire suddenly ignited, like a meteor. It only paused for a moment when it lit up, and then swept towards the north coast of Qinglai Island at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Is it a hundred-eyed ghost?

Nanke picked up the lantern and was about to go down the mountain, when his sleeve was suddenly picked up.

Even after staying near the statue for so long, her wounds showed no signs of recovery.

"Tsk." The skirmisher shot a cold glare at the statue of the Seven Heavens God next to him.

"The power of the statue has been used to fight against the evil spirit." Nanke pulled down his sleeves to cover his wrists and extended his hand to the soldiers. "The country is falling. Shall we go back first?"

At the temporary residence outside the village at the foot of the mountain, Awang was holding a lantern and pacing at the door.

"Nan Ke!" Finally, when the lights shone on a familiar figure, Awang flattened his mouth, threw away the lantern and rushed into Nan Ke's arms, "You're back! A group of villagers suddenly rushed out with weapons. I entered the village everywhere I couldn’t even find you, so I thought…”

"Sorry, I came back late," one hand still held the lantern, and the other hand holding the skirmisher subconsciously let go and touched Awang's hair, "Awang, where are Miss Hibiki and the others?"

"They have been gone for a while," Awang buried himself in Nanke's arms and rubbed his face, then raised his face, worried, "Don't go out alone next time. You are not familiar with the place, just in case..."

No "in case" something happened, Ah Wang noticed the stragglers next to him and opened his mouth.

The skirmisher gave her a blank look.

"Guobeng, weren't you squatting at home? When did you come out?!" Awang lost his voice.

"Does it have anything to do with you?" The skirmisher took a few steps forward to pick up the neglected lantern on the ground, opened it and wiped it out. "The shogunate soldiers are coming. Don't forget who you are working for. Before the battle is over, you will be killed." I'm staying inside."

After saying that, he walked in the door first.

Awang put his arm around Nanke's waist, looked back at him for a long time, raised his right hand and pointed at the back of the soldier in confusion and aggrievement: "Nanke, did I offend him?"

"The collapse of the country is right," Nanke pulled her into the house, "Let's go back first."

Asase Hibiki told Awang many things before leaving.

Including but not limited to the rules for making town objects, and trying not to interact too closely with local residents, etc.

Prejudice is a high wall. Even if they help Yueshi Village survive a spiritual leak, there is no guarantee that villagers who have grudges against the shogunate will act on them on impulse.

Especially when a war breaks out.

Fortunately, I had stocked up on some food with the help of Baimu Gui, so it wasn't too hard for me for a while.

All the materials for making town objects had been collected during the investigation. Awang rubbed the rope with dried wild straw. The calluses on his palms and fingertips were worn out, and he wrapped them hastily with bandages. There were some dark red blood stains.

She didn't complain a word, and with her serious and pious look, she was already a young and outstanding miko.

Nanke looked at Awang, feeling a little distressed and relieved.

Maybe this is the feeling of watching your children grow up.

A chopstick of eight burnt potato slices was stuffed into his mouth.

"Ugh!" Nanke was burned. He frowned and covered his mouth to exhale. He swallowed it while holding back the taste of paste. He complained and looked at the instigator: "The country collapsed..."

"Who said you wanted to learn how to cook with me, but you were half-hearted?" The soldier used her hand to turn over the ingredients with a spatula, "Don't forget the poisonous oath you swore."

Poisonous oath.

No matter how unpalatable the food is, food cannot be wasted.

You must pay for the sins you have committed.

Nanke lowered his eyes and looked at the potato slices of different colors in the pot, with a look of bitterness and hatred on his face.

Maybe she really didn't have the eyesight to see the heat.

"Stupid woman," the skirmisher laughed softly, "Can't you teach me everything?"

"How about developing some new types of fried rice?" Nanke suggested.

"Then we have to make the rice and side dishes first."

Nanke sighed.

There are always newbies on earth who dare to challenge the majesty of the God of Cooking.

She overestimated her learning ability.

"You have never learned to cook when you are so old. Are you a noble in your world?" Suddenly the soldier asked.

"There is no distinction between nobles and common people in my country." Nanke poked a piece of white potato core with the tip of the shovel and flipped it to the bottom of the pot. "I can't cook because we have heavy studies there. I I’m still in school, so besides eating at home, I eat in the cafeteria.”

"Aren't your parents afraid that you will starve to death?"

"How come?" Nanke smiled, "Even if you can't make fried rice, you can still order takeout."

The skirmisher folded his arms and stared at the potatoes in the pot that were becoming more and more rotten, and he tentatively understood.

They are just strangers living together.

It's no different from the executives who look up and look down in the Winter Palace, but have to endure their own quirks, living under the same roof.

"Really," I heard the casual tone of the soldier, with a bit of laughter, "Then just study hard. It doesn't matter if you can't learn it. Anyway, I have good cooking skills, but unfortunately I don't have the physical constitution to take in food. .”

Nanke was startled for a moment and looked towards the skirmishers.

He is worthy of being so self-proclaimed and so calm-faced.

As soon as the thought passed by, he suddenly met the skirmisher's eyes. Nanke looked guiltily and shoveled up the mess of fried potato slices.

While eating, Awang chose a decent-looking piece to take a bite, paused slightly, and said with a big smile: "Not bad, if it doesn't smell like dog food, I can go directly to the fleet to apply for the chef job." Here~"

"Ha." The skirmisher raised his lips.

Are dogs acceptable creatures?

Nanke frowned as he tasted his failure silently.

On the fifth day of being unable to leave the house, the naval battle on the front line finally came to an end.

Awang has finished rubbing the rope and is making white paper from scratch. The semi-mushy unknown plant fiber emits a strange smell when soaked in hot water. He doesn't know how long it will take before he can enter the next step of the process.

Nanke opened the doors and windows to let out the smell from the house, and suddenly saw a few black and red marks on the main door and the outer wall.

Looking down, there are several wild sparrows whose throats have been cut, and their feathers have been eaten away by scavengers.

Nanke pursed his lips, looked back for a shovel, dug a hole and buried them.