Chapter 5: Ketchup

Ruan Mian looked at the large gash on her hand; it ran across her palm, and fresh blood gushed out almost immediately.

This cut was somewhat deep.

One couldn't blame her for being delicate; who would have known that this perfectly fine iron plate actually concealed a hidden weapon.

While she was working away, a sharp blade suddenly sprang out.

Before she could react, she was sliced by a large gash.

"What's wrong?"

The youth's voice came from the doorway; Ruan Mian turned her head to look and met those light-colored eyes.

His gaze gradually shifted downward, stopping at her palm.

She noticed his expression gradually becoming deep and dark.

It seemed to be harboring an even greater storm within.

"You..."

The words Ruan Mian hadn't even had a chance to say were interrupted by the person right before her eyes.

Her own palm had already been pulled before him, and a touch of warmth and softness covered her wound once again.

A moist, hot tongue licked her wound bit by bit, curling away the bright red blood little by little.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

She couldn't forget that her neck had just been licked by him, and she had been poisoned.

Wouldn't this just be adding poison upon poison?

She pulled back with force, but she couldn't pull away at all; her palm was held even more firmly.

"Don't move."

His tongue continued to lick the wound bit by bit.

"What are you doing! Let me go!" Unfortunately, his claws didn't know what they were made of; she couldn't shake them at all, and he continued to do as he pleased. "Hey!"

He finally stopped his movements, raised his eyes to look at her, and arched a brow; his lips, stained with specks of scarlet, appeared incomparably wicked and charming.

"Lu Yi."

What is that?

Ruan Mian widened her eyes, staring at him in a daze, not knowing what he wanted to do.

"My name."

A hot, burning sensation came from her palm, followed by an indescribable itch—an itch that clawed at her heart and liver.

It's over, it's over!

This person has poisoned her again!

Why is it so hard for her little life to survive???

"All done."

Lu Yi released her hand and looked at her slightly despairing face, his mood unexpectedly good.

Ruan Mian withdrew her hand and realized something was wrong.

Where was her wound?

The long gash from before had completely vanished, replaced by a thin line of pale pink, tender skin.

Her wound had just healed like that?!

Ruan Mian was dumbfounded; she looked at her palm, then raised her head to look at him, feeling it was quite unbelievable.

"You can actually make wounds heal?"

Lu Yi looked over gloomily, his gaze flickering; beneath his eyes, besides a touch of probing, there was also a mix of hesitation—incomparably complex and unfathomable.

With his restrained emotions hidden deep, the fingers curled at his sides moved, making him impossible to read.

It was as if he were ready to strike at any moment.

He was somewhat expectant; what would she do after learning such a secret?

Ruan Mian immediately touched her neck; there was no wound there anymore, just a smooth, flat surface.

"So you were lying to me? All that about poisoning was fake?"

Unexpectedly angry, "How can you be like this! Do you know that scaring people can scare them to death!"

After finishing, she didn't forget to wipe her palm on his clothes.

She wore an expression of extreme disgust.

Lu Yi was so angered by her actions that he laughed; he had helped her, yet she was the one acting disgusted.

He pointed to his own head, "You knocked me into this state; if I didn't say that, would you have saved me?"

That seemed to be the case...

Ruan Mian blustered, "Then I guess we're even!"

"Your wound is healed, but mine is not yet."

The bandage wrapped around his head was very conspicuous, adding a few more points of unruly, unbridled flair to that face.

He was even more fitting of a youth who had walked out of a manga.

It seemed he couldn't lick the back of his own head...

Feeling increasingly guilty, "Then what do you want?"

Lu Yi crossed his arms, tilted his head, and smiled, "At least let me finish healing the wound on my head."

This request didn't seem too excessive.

But some things had to be made clear in advance, "I can be responsible for the wound on your head, but we must have a three-point agreement!"

One, naturally, is that during the healing period, you must guarantee my safety; you cannot attack me or pose any threat.

Second, that is, during the period he is recovering from his injuries, he cannot affect her own life.

Third, after his injuries heal, they will be completely clear of each other, and he must leave immediately.

Lu Yi sneered in his heart after hearing this, but on the surface, he was much more obedient than before, "Of course, what else? I am not interested in your life."

"However..."

As the conversation took a turn, Ruan Mian had a bad premonition, as if some kind of trouble was about to emerge!!!

"I also have my own requirements."

Sure enough, just as expected.

Ruan Mian felt as if she had stepped into a trap; her eyes darkened, and she adopted a heroic spirit of facing death unflinchingly, "Speak."

"During the time I am recovering from my injuries here, you cannot reveal my whereabouts, and furthermore, you must be responsible for my meals."

Just this?

Ruan Mian almost felt as if she had misheard.

"Fine, whatever you say, I can do it all!"

Lu Yi looked at the slender palm extended toward him, curled the corners of his lips, clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and gave a light tsk.

He reached out and grasped that softness, which was so thin and weak that it seemed he could completely wrap it up with one hand.

"Then, happy cooperation."

A touch and then a release; the warm sensation pulled away, leaving a feeling that seemed a bit empty.

"Is there anything else to eat?"

Meeting Ruan Mian's inquisitive gaze, the tips of his ears, hidden in his white hair, quietly climbed with a thin layer of red.

She had just fried two large potatoes' worth of fries, and he still wasn't full?

Her gaze swept over his flat abdomen; he looked thin, yet he could actually eat so much.

"You wait, I'll finish making this chair and then go make you some."

Watching her hand about to touch that iron plate, he still spoke up to stop her, "Do you want to get cut again?"

Ruan Mian: "??"

He sighed faintly, "There are many hidden blades on this; it should be a concealed weapon block from an Old-style Combat Mecha. I'll do it, you go make the food."

Somewhat startled, Ruan Mian spread her hands and hurriedly moved away.

Things in this scrapyard are dangerous too!

"Then thank you for your hard work, just make two stools, I'll go make you something to eat!"

Making food was obviously simpler and better suited for Ruan Mian.

Thinking about the order for tomorrow, she had planted a few more potatoes, a whole large sack.

The pot of oil she had just finished frying with was still sitting there.

She cut the potato strips and potato slices, and just threw them all in to fry.

However, eating fries and potato chips without a companion, how could that work?

Time to make some Tomato Sauce!

She found an iron rod and stood it up, then activated her Plant Ability; a tender sprout climbed rapidly, twining around, and amidst the green leaves, clusters of yellow flowers vied to bloom.

They quickly fell off, forming small green fruits.

The green fruits grew larger within a few breaths, turning red and soft, emitting the unique scent of tomatoes.

Large clusters upon large clusters of tomatoes were hidden among the green leaves.

Seeing that it was enough, she stopped her hand, and the rapid growth of the tomatoes also ceased.

However, to make Tomato Sauce, tomatoes alone as the main ingredient were not enough.

Sugar was also needed.

As it happened, she had a Plant Ability and could grow sugarcane.

As it happened, she had used a very cheap price to snag a small juicer on the Light Brain.

Let's begin, Tomato Sauce!