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LSLFBW: Chapter 116

Qi Bai and Lang Ze carried their rattan baskets, passed through the side door of the tribe, and soon arrived at their destination.

Qi Bai looked up at the red fruits on the tree. “It is so close here.”

What they found was exactly the forest where they picked red fruits when they first arrived at the Black Mountain.

Qi Bai originally thought that this place should be some distance away from the tribe. He didn’t expect that the route he once had to remember not to get lost on could now be reached in just a few steps.

Lang Ze thought Qi Bai felt sorry that he had forgotten about the orchard and said, “This is the back of the Man-Eating River. No one comes here often.”

Qi Bai nodded. Then he picked a tall red fruit tree with lush branches and leaves, and climbed up the trunk to the branch.

He picked a red fruit from the top of the tree, rubbed it on his animal skin, and took a small bite. The fruit still wasn’t very sweet, but it had a unique fruity aroma.

Maybe because it was picked earlier than last year, but this year’s red fruits were crispier.

Qi Bai ate a fruit in two or three bites, threw away the core, rolled up the sleeves of his fur coat, and looked at the red fruits on the tree with sparkling eyes. “Today I will make this tree bald.”

Seeing Qi Bai so energetic, Lang Ze smiled and found a big tree to climb up.

However, Qi Bai’s wish to pull out a big tree was destined to fail.

The top of the tree was over ten meters high, and he couldn’t reach it by himself.

More importantly, even God was trying to dissuade him from doing this.

The sky, which hadn’t rained for several days, now had a drizzle.

Hearing Lang Ze’s call, Qi Bai weighed the half-filled rattan basket and climbed down the tree with some regret.

Qi Bai reached out to catch the fine raindrops. “Do you remember when we first arrived at the Black Mountain?”

It was also on such a rainy night that the two of them sneaked out of the cave and took some red fruits to the Man-Eating River to fish.

Lang Ze didn’t answer. Qi Bai turned around and saw that Lang Ze was a bit distracted.

He blinked and suddenly wanted to tease Lang Ze.

He stretched his left hand to the side, patted Lang Ze’s left shoulder calmly, and raised his head to see Lang Ze’s frightened look.

But Lang Ze didn’t play by the rules. He actually tilted his head to the right, and their cheeks almost touched each other.

Qi Bai quickly retreated, his eyes wandering around unnaturally.

Lang Ze looked at his face before suddenly lowering his head and pursing his lips.

Qi Bai felt like his neck was burning. “You… what are you smiling at?”

Lang Ze pointed at Qi Bai’s cheek. “It’s dirty.”

“Oh… Oh.” Qi Bai quickly reached out to wipe it, but his hands weren’t clean after being on the tree for so long. Not only did he fail to wipe off the dust on his face, but he made it even dirtier.

The smile on Lang Ze’s face grew wider, and he stretched out his hand. “I’ll wipe it for you.”

Feeling Lang Ze’s somewhat rough fingers stroking his face, Qi Bai felt that his world had become quiet. Only the sensation on his face was particularly obvious.

Besides, did Lang Ze touch his lips just now? Was there something on his mouth?

Lang Ze withdrew his hand, retracted the fingers that just touched Qi Bai’s cheek, and rubbed them a few times subconsciously as if he was savoring the touch just now.

Qi Bai’s brain was buzzing.

The brain that was broken by seeing Lu Yan and Lu Ming kissing was finally reassembled after more than a month.

Why did he feel that there was something a bit wrong with the scene before him?

Qi Bai followed Lang Ze in a daze and walked toward the tribe in the drizzle. No one spoke, and only the rustling sound of footsteps on dead leaves could be heard.

After crossing the small wooden door in the wall, they saw that the tribe was in chaos.

Qi Bai stood under the wall and took a while to come back to his senses. Then he immediately threw away his previous thoughts and ran forward. “Hurry up, there are still a lot of sweet potatoes in the middle of the square. We have to collect them quickly.”

The rain was getting heavier, and the baskets of sweet potatoes were being carried into the tribe’s warehouse in an orderly manner.

Yang Luo half-closed the door of the warehouse and said with some annoyance, “These baskets of sweet potatoes are all soaked.”

Qi Bai took a quick inventory and found that due to everyone harvesting the sweet potatoes in time, the loss wasn’t very great. The real loss was the quicklime placed next to the foundation, which was all washed away by the rain.

At this time, Lu Guo came back in the rain. Qi Bai asked, “Is everything okay at the kiln?”

“I burned a kiln of quicklime this afternoon, but didn’t open it because it was still hot. Everything is fine now.” Lu Guo smiled as she wrung the water out of her hair. “I didn’t ask anyone to move the bricks drying on the ground since it doesn’t matter if they get wet.”

Several people sorted out the rattan baskets in the warehouse. They covered the ventilation area above the cave with animal skin, closed the door of the warehouse, and walked out.

Lang Ze was waiting not far away, holding Qi Bai’s rattan basket in his hand. He waited until Qi Bai came closer before handing him a large leaf.

It was a taro leaf that was almost half the height of a person.

Qi Bai took the leaf and looked at Lang Ze, who was still being drenched in the rain. He moved toward Lang Ze awkwardly and quietly placed the leaf over Lang Ze’s head.

The raindrops dripped onto the roof of the bamboo pavilion. Qi Bai placed the taro leaves at the door and the rattan basket full of red fruits on the stone table.

Lang Ze followed him in and sat down on the stone bench in a natural manner. “What are you going to do?”

Qi Bai didn’t look at Lang Ze’s sharp eyes and tried to make his expression look natural. He took out a small bag of brown sugar. “I just exchanged the brown sugar with the priest. I want to make some red fruit cakes.”

The taste of the red fruit was somewhat similar to that of hawthorn on Earth, but it was slightly larger in size.

Hawthorn could be made into many delicious snacks. Now that they had sugar, Qi Bai wanted to try to make a red fruit version of the hawthorn cake.

Lang Ze wondered, “What can I do to help you?”

Qi Bai didn’t bother to be polite with Lang Ze. He took out a large pottery jar and placed it on the stone table. “Wash the fruit and take out all the cores.”

The large water tank by the wall had ripples due to the rain.

Qi Bai scooped out a few bowls of water with a ceramic bowl and poured it into the large pot on the stove. Then he used a bamboo brush to clean the pot that hadn’t been used for a long time.

He added some water to the pot and turned on the fire.

When he turned around again, he saw Lang Ze lowering his head slightly, carefully cleaning each red fruit. He rubbed the surface of the red fruit with his slender fingers, just like when he wiped Qi Bai’s face…

Wait a moment.

Qi Bai patted his cheeks. He really felt that something was wrong with him. Why was he thinking about all sorts of nonsense when looking at Lang Ze’s fingers?

Lang Ze paused for a moment and looked up at Qi Bai. “What’s wrong?”

Qi Bai hurriedly shook his head. “Nothing. I might’ve been too busy these days. I was a bit distracted and patted my face to wake myself up.”

Lang Ze stared at Qi Bai for a while before humming softly.

He fiddled with the pottery jar beside him. “Are these okay?”

“Yes.” Qi Bai walked over, took the red fruits that Lang Ze had processed, and poured them all into the pot.

As he stirred slowly with a bamboo spatula, he reminded himself not to let his imagination run wild. He also wanted the tribe members to taste the red fruit cake he made, so he would be busy tonight.

The method of making red fruit cakes was very simple.

First, rinse the cooked red fruits with water and use a stone pestle to make a puree.

Put the fruit puree back into the pot, add brown sugar, and stir-fry. Once the fruit puree became sticky, it could be taken out. After it had cooled down, it became the red fruit cakes.

Qi Bai handed Lang Ze a spoon. “Come and try it.”

The red fruit cake made from brown sugar tasted quite different from the hawthorn cake on Earth, but the taste of brown sugar wasn’t overpowering. It had just the right amount of sweet and sour, and the taste was amazing.

Lang Ze’s eyes became brighter as he ate more. “It is delicious.”

Qi Bai thought about it and took out the baking tray. He spread the fruit puree evenly on the baking tray and placed it in the oven to dry.

By the time they made the second pot of red fruit cake, the moisture in the fruit puree in the oven had been dried out.

Qi Bai used a knife to cut the fruit puree into long strips and rolled them into small rolls.

Just looking at the shape, it was no different from the hawthorn rolls on Earth.

Qi Bai threw one into his mouth. The dried red fruit roll was chewy and sweeter than the red fruit cake. It was simply a great appetizer.

The only regret was that the oven was too small and he couldn’t dry too much at one time.

By the time all the red fruits had been made into red fruit cakes, the red fruit rolls on the baking tray had been eaten.

Seeing Lang Ze trying to reach into the bowl, Qi Bai quickly interrupted him. “Don’t eat too much of this or you will have a stomachache when you go to bed at night.”

Lang Ze didn’t feel any pain in his stomach, but since Qi Bai didn’t let him eat, he withdrew his hand.

Qi Bai seemed to see a big dog with his ears drooping, and almost wanted to touch the dog’s head.

Qi Bai found a clean winnowing basket and smeared the whole side with the fruit puree. “I’ll put these in the cave to dry in the shade, and they will turn into red fruit rolls in the future. We can keep them for ourselves to eat.”

Lang Ze’s ears moved. “Okay.”

It was already late at night when all the tools were washed and put away. Qi Bai yawned and rolled onto the bed, soon falling asleep.

In the early morning after the rain, the air was exceptionally fresh. The sunlight shone through the water vapor in the air, appearing gentle and ambiguous.

“Meow~Meow~”

The moment Lang Ze opened the door, he heard the cry of the little snow leopard coming from next door.

Lang Ze’s brow furrowed, and he suddenly remembered how the little snow leopard had drowned himself while taking a bath last time. He quickly pushed open Qi Bai’s door.

There was no small wooden basin for Qi Bai on the ground. Lang Ze walked toward Qi Bai’s bamboo bed and saw a curled-up animal skin blanket.

Lang Ze smiled. Last time he drowned himself in water, and this time he suffocated himself in the blanket. Qi Bai’s biggest enemy in this world was probably himself.

Lang Ze lifted the animal skin blanket from the snow leopard and found that the blanket had somehow been folded into several layers. No wonder why it was so heavy that it gave people nightmares.

Lang Ze gently patted the snow leopard’s head. “Wake up.”

The snow leopard suddenly opened his eyes, and his soft little chest was heaving up and down violently.

Lang Ze put the blanket in his hand on the bed. The little snow leopard seemed to be extremely frightened. He shrank back suddenly, and his fur stood up.

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