Chapter 157 My Hands-on Skills Are Unmatched

"No one is bullying me, don't worry."

Fang Meng chuckled and ruffled the little girl's hair. Did he have to say it was because his superpower didn't pamper her at all and didn't love her at all?

Forget it, I'd better go cook! His little brat can't stand being hungry; she throws a tantrum when she's hungry. None of the elders in the family are here, so he can't handle her; he can only take good care of her.

However, Fang Meng was still surprised when the little girl handed him the cleaned hen.

"Sure, little Bai, you can help me with the chores now."

This is said in the way an old father feels gratified when his child suddenly helps him with some chores.

Bai Nuo stood on a small stool at her front door, proudly straightening her back: "Of course, I'm amazing, right? I cleaned it up perfectly."

"Not bad, not bad." Fang Meng smiled and pinched the little girl's chubby cheeks. "I thought you would just cut off the chicken's head and pluck the feathers by hand. I didn't expect you to have some skill."

"Tch, my hands-on skills are unbeatable." The little girl raised her fist defiantly, trying to support her small "biceps".

"..."

Fang Meng stared speechlessly at her slender arms outlined by the long sleeves, and silently nodded.

Okay, whatever you say is right!

"I'm going to start a fire and cook. You can play by yourself at the door."

"Wait!" Bai Nuo turned to his own house and said, "Second brother, you can use the stove here. The fire was already lit when I boiled water."

“Okay!” Fang Meng nodded.

Neither of them liked to waste resources, after all, they had both lived in the apocalypse in their previous lives, where most people disliked wasting resources.

"Second brother, where's the basket you brought back?" Bai Nuo went into Fang Meng's house, walked around, and then came out and called out to the opposite side.

"The first door on the right after you enter through the front door is the storage room; it's all inside." Fang Meng leaned out of Bai Nuo's front window, looked at the little girl at the door, and said with a smile, "Our houses are laid out similarly; the storage room and the bathroom are in the same place."

“But my renovation looks better than yours!” Bai Nuo said smugly, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Fang Meng glanced at the two emerald green bamboo doors and nodded with a smile: "Indeed, your bamboo doors are very beautiful."

It's much nicer than his two ordinary wooden doors.

However, despite being a grown man living alone, Fang Meng keeps his house spotless every day and has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder about him.

However, perhaps to deliberately conceal her identity, the quilt was not folded into a neat square like it used to be at home, but rather folded into a long strip and laid flat on the kang cabinet, just like everyone else's.

Although there wasn't much furniture in the house, it was all neatly arranged. In the storage room, there were also three wooden shelves that covered the ceiling.

The shelves are filled with baskets that can be used as storage containers, making it easy to find whatever you need.

Fang Meng's storage room did not contain any wood; he had built a small shed in the backyard specifically for storing firewood.

Bai Nuo had originally planned to build another shed in the backyard, but by the time she remembered, the backyard was already fully occupied and there was no room left. So she could only put an extra-large bamboo basket in the storage room to store firewood.

Bai Nuo found the large basket that Fang Meng had carried that afternoon, placed it at her doorstep, then went back to her storage room to cut a dark blue waterproof cloth and took out a pack of needles and thread.

"What are they trying to do?"

Fang Meng walked curiously to the door and saw the little girl picking out a thicker spool of black thread from her sewing kit. She was sitting at the door, intently threading a needle.

"No matter how tightly this kind of woven basket is woven, blood will still leak out. I plan to add a waterproof lining to the inside of the basket and then weave a lid to fix it to the basket. In the future, when I bring things back, I won't have to worry about outsiders seeing them."

On her way back, she overheard some elderly women chatting. They were talking about how someone had hunted a pheasant in the mountains yesterday. Perhaps they had been a bit rough, because they hadn't hidden it properly on the way back, and the pheasant's blood had spilled all over the ground. A sharp-eyed villager saw it and, out of envy and jealousy, had been making a fuss about it all morning.

These days, whether it's the land in the village or every blade of grass and tree in the mountains, it all belongs to the country's public resources. It's just that conditions are not good now, and it's already good enough for every household to have enough to eat and wear.

Therefore, if anyone is capable of hunting in the mountains to add meat to their family's diet, as long as it's not a large game, the brigade headquarters will turn a blind eye, as long as the people don't complain and the officials won't investigate.

However, not everyone has that ability. Not to mention that the mountains are full of dangers, and you never know when a wild boar or a ferocious beast might appear. Even a slight fall could cost you your life.

Besides, those pheasants and rabbits aren't stupid; catching one and taking it home isn't easy.

So, if anyone managed to catch one, they would secretly take it home. If someone got jealous and envious and reported it to the brigade headquarters or the commune, no one would get away with it.

However, it's impossible to prevent Bai Nuo and Fang Meng from going up the mountain. No matter how good their conditions are, they can't just conjure up meat out of thin air to eat from time to time. Without an excuse, eating meat would really become a difficult thing.

Therefore, we still need to solve the problem at its source. As long as people outside can't find out when we bring it back, then we can eat it secretly after taking it home, and no one can stop us.

Fang Meng was cooking dinner by the earthen stove, and every now and then he would turn his head to look at the little girl outside the door.

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