Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Forest resources are limited, and every hunter has the need to survive. In order to avoid conflicts, the five people tacitly kept to themselves and only hunted in their own areas. If they occasionally broke into other areas, they would leave immediately.

Ning Yao didn't expect that he would pick mushrooms in a straight line, and picked so far, picking them in Lin Baiyue's area.

He searched for a long time in his own area before he thought of looking for it in other areas, so he found Xue Yu so late.

Ning Yao frowned coldly and asked briefly: "Have you finished picking?"

Xue Yu hugged the basket in his hand and nodded: "I'm done..."

Ning Yao naturally continued: "Hold the basket and follow me back."

If Ning Yao was alone, Xue Yu would definitely follow without hesitation, but now there is another person who hates the original owner, and he does't know if he will let him go easily.

Xue Yu observed Lin Baiyue's face, and seeing that his expression was normal, he was relieved and walked towards Ning Yao.

Lin Baiyue didn't stop him, but his eyes were full of mystery.

"I picked a lot. Is this enough?"

Walking to Ning Yao's side, Xue Yu held up the basket for him to see, deliberately trying to be nice and flattering to reduce the man's disgust for him.

Mushrooms are common on the mountain. They can be found everywhere and picked at will. Unlike animals that can move, they require a lot of hunting to catch. The market price is far different from that of rabbit meat, and you can't make much money by selling them at the market.

But if you win by quantity, you can still sell them for two or three silver coins.

Ning Yao looked over and glanced in the basket: "Enough."

When he said this, his tone was a little strange. He thought Xue Yu would just pick some and try to escape, but he didn't. Maybe he really forgot the past as he said.

But what does this mean?

He messed up his life, but he forgot it completely?

Sensing that the man's pressure was getting low, Xue Yu lowered his head to look at the mushrooms and didn't dare to speak nonsense.

Ning Yao was introverted and taciturn, and he would not take the initiative to talk to him. The two of them were as quiet on the way here as they were on the way back.

After passing through a long bush, Xue Yu saw the familiar hunter's cabin.

Ning Yao went in and put the basket under the table, went into the kitchen to turn off the boiling mushroom soup, and when he came out, he had two bowls of hot soup and a rough towel in his hands.

He gave the towel to Xue Yu, lowered his eyes and sat down: "Drink."

Xue Yu looked at the bowl of steaming soup, a little surprised, and asked with the towel in his hand: "Can I drink it too?"

Ning Yao stirred the soup with a spoon, without looking at him: "Yes, this is the reward for your labor."

Seeing that the man was not being polite, Xue Yu wiped the mud off his body, gently moved the stool away, sat on it, and scooped up a spoonful of soup to drink.

To survive in the slums, life must be frugal. No matter what Ning Yao cooked, he only used raw materials without adding any seasonings. Xue Yu frowned when he took the first sip.

The taste is hard to describe, and it can be said to be unpalatable.

Xue Yu gulped down two mouthfuls and wanted to spit it out, but when he saw the man's cold face, he pursed his lips and pinched his fingertips to swallow it.