Chapter 1232 - 1231: Deceiving Oneself and Beasts
"Is this made for me?" The Orc’s eyes sparkled with a hint of light.
Ji Nuan chuckled, "Make it first and you’ll see, but for now, only you and I can use it."
Although her words revealed that it wasn’t made exclusively for him, the fact that only he and his little companion could use it...
Well, he could just reluctantly take it as a gift from his little female partner.
Orc, really now, isn’t this self-deception kind of sad?
During lunch, Ji Nuan ate to her heart’s content. Xiu Yan divided the Firebird Awa had brought today into two halves—one half was their food for today, while the other half was stored in the Food Storage Cave for tomorrow.
Today’s portion of the Firebird Beast’s meat was prepared in two different flavors. Some were roasted, and the rest was stir-fried into a delicious dish.
On top of that, the remaining purple fruits were steamed into soft and fragrant purple fruit rice.
Roasted meat rice, stir-fried Firebird meat over rice, rice mixed with meat juices...
Lying on the heated brick bed, Ji Nuan patted her rounded belly with immense grief...
If she kept eating like this, she’d turn into a chubby ball and no longer be a cute little fairy. Sob sob sob~
"Nuannuan, the stuff on the cotton cloth is dry." The Orc’s cool, deep voice drifted over.
Ji Nuan hurriedly rolled off the bed, darting over to the rack in a few steps.
She carefully reached out her hand to touch the paste of sandgrass on the cotton cloth—indeed, it was dry.
With a mix of nervous anticipation, she exhaled deeply, then grabbed a small wooden spatula and cautiously pried up a small corner of the dried paste.
Little by little, she peeled the dried sandgrass paste off the cotton cloth.
Although the leftmost part seemed a bit thin, the thing in her hand made Ji Nuan’s eyes squint with joy.
Looking at the fine sheet of paper in her hand, Ji Nuan could barely contain her excitement.
Who would’ve thought that lending out some dry grass would result in such an amazing creation?
"What’s this? Is it food?"
Xiu Yan curiously touched the smooth, delicate, and lightweight object in Ji Nuan’s hand.
She smiled and said, "Brother Xiu Yan, come with me."
Leading Xiu Yan to the side of the heated brick bed, she dragged over the table he usually used to practice writing.
She laid the pristine sheet of paper flat on the table and took a charcoal pen, carefully writing down Xiu Yan’s name and her own name.
The Orc froze for a moment, then his face lit up with unconcealed surprise and joy. "This is for writing?"
Ji Nuan smiled and nodded. "Yup, it’s way better than Beast Skin—not only lighter but also much more space-saving.
Let’s make more paper and use it for recording things in the future."
Xiu Yan couldn’t stop touching the smooth, clean object called paper on the table, his lips curving with an undeniable smile.
Ji Nuan pulled his large hand toward her, "Brother Xiu Yan, make three more frames. While it’s the cold season and we don’t have much to do, let’s make more paper to store for later."
The Orc nodded and promptly got to work.
Ji Nuan took down the cotton cloth she had just used, washed it clean, and poured some of the sandgrass paste soaked in cold water onto the new frame, spreading it evenly. With the previous experience, Ji Nuan felt that this time she had spread the paste very uniformly.
Xiu Yan worked quickly. Just as Ji Nuan placed the freshly framed sandgrass paste on the rack, he showed up with another frame. "Let me try making one, and then I’ll go make the remaining two."
Ji Nuan smiled and nodded. Brother Xiu Yan in his Orc form always appeared mature and reliable, but this playful "cub-like" behavior was indeed a rarity.