Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Ji Nuan came over. “I think the food you have in the US should be good, but the food has really been bad these two days. Since we can fish in the river and buy rice, ingredients, and seasonings in the village, in addition to the dried meat you brought with you, we can have decent food if we cook them carefully.”

“So, you stay in Cambodia to cook for us?” Nan Heng looked at her with a faint smile.

“Why not?” Ji Nuan asked him.

Nan Heng raised his brows. “Are you sure you can bear the hardship?”

A young man of the base sipped the fish soup and said, “Mrs. Mo washed all our socks this morning. There should be nothing harder than washing dozens of socks, right…”

Nan Heng’s eyes were turned to Ji Nuan.

“I think we’d better just let Mo Jingshen die and not save him,” He suddenly whispered.

Ji Nuan immediately stared at him. “What do you mean?”

“We’ll be in serious trouble if he knows that his wife is cooking and washing socks for us here even if we save him…”

Ji Nuan: “…”

Not paying any attention to him, Ji Nuan turned back to the warehouse to fill a bowl with fish soup, walking and saying, “You brought back too little salt when you went to buy staple food and dried food, so the fish soup may be a bit bland. Remember to buy some oil, salt, and seasonings when you go to buy food again today.”

Then she walked straight into the warehouse.

Nan Heng stood there and turned to look at Feng Ling. “There has been no woman in the base before. Now finally, with a woman here, we feel completely different.”

Feng Ling remained expressionless. “As long as you’re not afraid of being poisoned, I don’t mind cooking for you when we get back to the base.”

Nan Heng peered at her with a smile on his face. “We have an American celebrity chef in the base headquarters. Why do we need you to cook for us? But for a field mission like this, we do need a woman.”

Feng Ling turned around and was about to go when her wrist was suddenly held. She frowned and turned to look at the big hand holding her wrist. “Let go of me.”

“Does it still hurt?” Nan Heng asked in a very low voice.

Feng Ling’s eyes immediately became very sharp. She was about to elbow him away, when that young man who was still sipping the soup looked at them in confusion, asking, “What still hurts? Was Feng Ling injured? Even our iceberg boss is consoling you. That must be a serious injury. Hey, Feng Ling, what kind of injury do you have?”

Nan Heng raised a leg to kick his shoulder. “Go away. Why the fuck are you there wherever I go?!”

Scared by him, the young man took the bowl and turned to hide in the bulletproof shed. Why did the Boss suddenly get angry? Only he was allowed to care about Feng Ling, but no one else could?

“I said let go of me!” Feng Ling’s face turned dark and tried to break free from Nan Heng’s grip.

Nan Heng held her wrist effortlessly and cast a casual glance at her. “Be quiet, en?”

“Fxck off!” Feng Ling shouted impatiently and kicked him.

Ji Nuan had just filled the fish soup and went out of the warehouse when she heard strange noises from the forests. One of the men who came to help her serve the food lowered his voice. “Mrs. Mo, don’t go there. Boss and Feng Ling are having a fight again. You may be injured by them if you go there.”

Ji Nuan: “…”

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Ji Nuan’s main job became preparing food for the men of the base. In addition to the staple food they bought and the fish and shrimps they could fish from the river, she also went to the edge of the forests to look for vegetables. There were mushrooms everywhere, but people were not sure which were poisonous and which not, so no one had come to pick them.

Ji Nuan checked the kinds of mushrooms and plants edible in a tropical forest like this with her cell phone, carried a bamboo basket bought from a family in the village, and went into the forest.

For her safety, Nan Heng let Feng Ling and K go with her to the forest.

“Mrs. Mo, is this kind of mushroom OK?” K was a tall lad. He was said to be one of the best at close combat in their base. He was straightforward, obedient, and was very enthusiastic toward Ji Nuan.

Ji Nuan had just put some edible wild herbs into her bamboo basket and then saw the mushroom in K’s hand. The corners of her mouth twitched, and she said, “This kind of mushroom is poisonous.”

Looking embarrassed, K threw the mushroom away and continued to follow her.

Walking ahead of Ji Nuan, Feng Ling beat back and forth in the grass with a bamboo pole, driving away any insects and snakes that could get close to her, so that it would be safe for Ji Nuan to gather food here.

At around eight o’clock in the evening, the night was pitch-black, and twinkling stars were hanging on the sky.

The food tonight was so delicious that some people ate too much and kept running to the other side of the forest to pee and poo.

Ji Nuan chatted with the brothers of the base and then left to her room. She and Feng Ling walked along the river, talking all the way. Obviously, Feng Ling avoided mentioning Nan Heng. When they stopped, they found that they had been hundreds of meters from where they were stationed.

They were about to go back when suddenly, Feng Ling’s eye flickered. She turned to look at the narrow and dark riverway in the distance.

Ji Nuan turned around too and saw a glimmer of light coming from that side, which passed through the thick water grass and flickered.

“Are the fishermen from the village over there?” Ji Nuan asked in a low voice.

Feng Ling’s eyes were icy, but she just took Ji Nuan’s hand to step back and said calmly as if nothing happened, “I think so. Let’s go back first.”

However, just before they left in another direction, there was suddenly a faint voice in the distance. It was like some people were in a conversation. They spoke the dialect of Cambodia, so she could not understand what they were talking about.

Hearing their conversation, Feng Ling suddenly and swiftly pushed Ji Nuan behind the grass by the river and whispered a warning to her, “Squat down here. Don’t come out!”

Weren’t those men fishermen?

At this moment, two black figures jumped down from the opposite riverway, and Feng Ling rushed towards them quickly. Ji Nuan was startled and immediately squatted down as Feng Ling told her to. She hid behind the waist-high grass and was about to take out her cell phone to call Nan Heng.

However, she stopped when she took out her cell phone. Although she was hiding in the grass, once her cell phone lit up, it would instantly attract those people’s attention in this pitch-black place. If she were found out by those people, she would be a burden to Feng Ling when the latter was trying to protect her.

But now there were only Feng Ling and her here. These people were apparently prepared. Feng Ling would be in danger if she faced up to them alone.

She crouched quietly behind the grass and moved toward the base bit by bit. It was a little bit far away from the base here, and now she was far away from Feng Ling. Ji Nuan looked around warily and carefully walked in the dark. Suddenly, there was a quick rustle and footsteps behind her. Her hearts suddenly pounded hard, and before she could react, she was grabbed by the neck from behind.