Even After My Death
Chapter 109 - 93 Nong Chun, Your Base Has Been Robbed! (An additional - for reaching 500 recommendation tickets last week)_2

Chapter 109: Chapter 93 Nong Chun, Your Base Has Been Robbed! (An additional Chapter for reaching 500 recommendation tickets last week)_2

If it weren’t for the trouble Mu Mingxuan had brought upon himself earlier, why would Jiang Ning have hit him out of the blue?

Plus, Chen Yan had made a point to look into the incident of Mu Mingxuan being hit and could only say he had it coming!

"Take it away and keep an eye on it," Chen Yan told the staff.

He had a feeling that there must be more to Jiang Ning that hadn’t been revealed yet. The current buzz was just an appetizer.

...

Jiang Ning moved swiftly, crafting several bamboo tubes of different sizes, two bamboo bowls, and two pairs of bamboo chopsticks in one go.

As she sat under the tree, crafting meticulously, the barrage of live chat comments buzzed with praise:

[The scenery of the Primeval Forest is so beautiful, the atmosphere so rich. It would be perfect if Jiang Ning’s outfit were traditional.]

[Right! It’s a pity. She’s so elegant, with beautiful features and a great figure. In traditional clothes, she could easily take countless stunning photos.]

[Isn’t she crafting too fast? I went to do an assignment, and she’s done already?]

[Don’t be shocked... Not just you, even those of us who have been squatting in the live room this whole time don’t know how she finished them.]

[Watching Jiang Ning work makes it look so simple, just this, then that. But when I try to rethink the steps in my mind after she’s done... How’s the first step done again???]

[Speaking as an amateur with a decade of crafting experience, her technique is very professional. Although she seemed somewhat unfamiliar with the first bamboo tube, the ones she made after that got progressively smoother, as if she had learned this craft before.]

[Yes, her finger movements and actions are very standard, just like the standard techniques our teacher used to show us in craft lessons.]

[Could it be that Jiang Ning’s major in university was woodworking? Did she also study martial arts or some other sport? Otherwise, how can you explain this?]

When Jiang Ning handed over two of the bamboo tubes to Nong Chun and gave him a set of bowls and chopsticks, he took them with surprise and examined them lovingly, "These are made so quickly! So smooth, not rough at all."

Nong Chun had never received bamboo crafts before, especially those he had watched Jiang Ning make himself. He couldn’t wait to go to the stream, filled a bamboo tube with water, and after capping it with the stopper Jiang Ning made, it didn’t leak a drop!

Nong Chun was stunned.

Jiang Ning reluctantly nodded, "Seems alright."

In fact, to her own eyes, she wasn’t very satisfied with the products she had made this time; they were a bit rough since she had been in a hurry.

But Nong Chun obviously didn’t feel the same. He filled both bamboo tubes with water and treasured them into his backpack together with the bamboo bowls and chopsticks, thinking to himself that when he left the Desolate Island, he would definitely take these bamboo tubes and the set of bowls and chopsticks with him as a souvenir.

But at that moment, Nong Chun had no idea that they wouldn’t be leaving so soon, and in the following days, the things Jiang Ning created would be far more than just these... Of course, that’s a story for later.

Jiang Ning also filled her remaining two bamboo tubes with water and put her things back into her backpack.

Judging that the beggar’s chicken buried under the fire should be done, Jiang Ning and Qiqi dug it out.

The moist and sticky mud had dried out and hardened under the high temperature. They broke open the hard outer shell of mud and saw the perilla leaves inside that had changed color.

After removing the leaves, an appetizing aroma was instantly released, and Nong Chun couldn’t help swallowing his saliva.

After completely extracting the simplified version of the beggar’s chicken, Jiang Ning used a knife to split it in half, sharing one half with Nong Chun.

Nong Chun was obviously embarrassed.

[Wow! I can smell the aroma through the screen!]

[It looks so delicious.]

[Jiang Ning actually shared half with Nong Chun.]

[I came from the next live room, but this one is so much more comfortable.]

[These two have started eating, and those over there have, too. But these two are self-reliant, while those people are... stealing.]

[What? Stealing?]

[Who’s stealing?]

[I won’t say, to avoid getting cursed by some zealous fans. Go look at the next live room for yourselves; their chat is in an uproar.]

Some viewers from Jiang Ning and Nong Chun’s live room, seeing the comments on the barrage, grew curious and took a peek in Ling Bo and Huo Miao’s live room. That one look nearly blew their CPUs.

[That’s outrageous!]

[Nong Chun, stop eating! You’ve been robbed!]

[Oh my god! After Huo Miao and Ling Bo packed up their belongings, they not only moved the remaining tents near Jiang Ning and Nong Chun’s tents but also rummaged through their tent and ended up eating Nong Chun’s bag of naan!]

What?]

[How could they do this????]

[It’s true. Their live room is now in chaos. Many viewers are calling their actions thievery, and their fans are still there brainlessly defending them! They’re saying it’s just because they got really hungry, and they’ll pay Nong Chun back later.]

[Taking without asking is stealing! There’s nothing to defend! Besides, in such a food-scarce environment, you can’t just buy more naan after it’s gone. What’s the point of money!]

At this moment, Nong Chun was ignorant of the fact his belongings had been stolen. Having eaten half a chicken, his ravenous stomach was finally free from hunger, and he let out a satisfied sigh.

Jiang Ning handed over some wild fruits that resembled green dates. Nong Chun curiously inspected them, and seeing Jiang Ning munching, he knew they must be washed and took a bite. They were sour and sweet, with a crisp bite.

After they finished eating, they cleaned up. They doused every last ember in the fire pit with water before packing up and leaving.