Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 436 - 14 Spam with Boiled Cabbage and Stewed Potatoes

The underground air-raid shelter at Qinghe Middle School finally got flooded, and in Wang Yunxiao’s view, that was a good thing.

Otherwise, he always felt that the thing didn’t seem to obey the laws of physics, looking more like it belonged to the Outer Dimension, which was quite unsettling.

This feeling, well, it was like watching a modern TV drama, where some actors appear on the screen and you instantly know they’re the bad guys, destined to rebel—it’s only a matter of when.

And then if they never betray until the very end, it leaves you with a sense of empty absurdity.

Now that the water had finally seeped in, Wang Yunxiao could finally put his heart back in his stomach. Otherwise, he’d have always been worried that something bizarre would emerge out of nowhere in here.

Mainly stored in the shelter were the cans of luncheon meat that Huo Qingyang had brought in to supplement the students’ meals and a bit of their leftover equipment, which could be considered their last reserve.

"Wow! What’s this?"

Li Mumu picked up a metal flying saucer helmet from the corner, asked Wang Yunxiao with a face full of curiosity, "Is this an antique? Why would the school have this?"

Wang Yunxiao was silent for two seconds.

"Don’t know, it looks... like a hotpot?"

Damn right it looks like a hotpot!

That clearly is police equipment! Do you think I’m an idiot?

This place is weird, hoarding so many cans of luncheon meat and all these blades and spears. Are you planning a rebellion?

Li Mumu narrowed her eyes, staring at Wang Yunxiao, trying to discern if there was anything fishy on his face.

But speaking of hotpot...

Li Mumu extended a finger, tapped on the helmet, turned it over to give it a sniff with her nose.

No scent of scalp oil.

"Just kidding with you, how much do you actually want to eat hotpot?"

Wang Yunxiao felt helpless, Eldest Miss Li was all good, but sometimes she showed a cute and stupid lack of common sense.

"Come with me to the cafeteria later, I reckon Principal Zhou intends to give them a special meal."

Of course, cooking hotpot wouldn’t use up two boxes of luncheon meat. This kind of military luncheon meat wasn’t like the palm-sized cubes you find on supermarket shelves but fifteen-centimeter diameter round tins, each weighing one pound.

Technically, you could use the tin cans or helmets to boil water for hotpot, but that’d only be the case during wartime. Someone as fussy as Eldest Miss Li would probably rather starve than suffer that hardship.

Li Mumu really wanted to help carry a box, but considering her persona, she obediently followed behind Wang Yunxiao.

When they arrived at the principal’s office, Wang Yunxiao saw two military officers present, with a military map already spread out on the table.

Principal Zhou was busily pointing at various locations on the map.

"The Qilin Army’s main forces are responsible for the city, you don’t have to worry about that. I guess your main task this time is to go to the countryside. From Tianmen Old City south to the Cangzhou border, there are over a hundred and twenty towns, and each needs at least one platoon stationed with two to three medical soldiers..."

Seeing Wang Yunxiao walk in, Principal Zhou waved his hand and said, "There are still potatoes and cabbage in the cafeteria, go cook something for everybody to eat."

Wang Yunxiao thought to himself, see, I was absolutely right and didn’t foolishly bring up the cans of luncheon meat.

The big man hastily stood up: "No need, no need! Don’t trouble yourself, brother, go and get some sleep! Commander, we have discipline..."

"I know about discipline, I’m the one who wrote the rules."

Principal Zhou gave him a look: "Pay what needs to be paid, I didn’t say we won’t accept your money. I heard that your Northeast Military Region is so wealthy you fart grease..."

"Who did you hear that from, we’ve nearly vomited from digging up the ground these past two years!"

"Digging for ginseng, right?"

"Digging ginseng? Planting corn cobs!"

"No wonder, you’ve gained a layer of fat since I last saw you two years ago."

Principal Zhou took off his glasses and wiped them, "I don’t have much to offer you here. You’ll eat what the students eat, just cabbage, potatoes, and pickled radishes. Plus, there are some luncheon meat cans given to me, looking at this old face of mine out of charity. Just don’t despise it."

The big man’s face turned red right then, "The Qilin Army, those damned bastards, might as well change their name to the Pixiu Army. Always guarding Tianmen, just eating without shitting, right? Okay, okay, don’t worry, Commander, I’ll call the military region right now..."

"What call? If I wanted to call, would I need you?"

Principal Zhou glared at him, "The country needs resources everywhere right now, and food is of the utmost importance. Outside the borders, resources are abundant, and there is a lot of space for development. Don’t forget your starving old brothers inside the borders while you fill your bellies."

"That’s absolutely impossible!"

The big man thumped his chest, promising, "The corn sprouts in the field are already three feet tall now. Just give it another two months, and in two months, I tell you, those corn cobs will be piling up like mountains! Then we will transport them into the borders by the trainloads!"

"The rain didn’t affect them?"

"No effect!"

Principal Zhou nodded, "Good, as long as there’s no impact. The rain this year came fiercely; I reckon you should be prepared to support the whole of Central China."

This was the second year since the establishment of the Government of the Ming Country. For the newly established government, every disaster was a severe test.

Wang Yunxiao went to the back kitchen of the cafeteria... He actually had some psychological shadows about this place.

The day he had traversed through time, he saw the kitchen aunt biting a child’s arm raw in this very kitchen.

Now seeing the big black pot on the stove and the sharp bone-trimming knife on the cutting board, along with the canned luncheon meat in his hands, Wang Yunxiao had many mixed feelings.

"I’ll start the fire; you go carry the cabbage!"

Li Mumu rolled up her sleeves, ready to show off her skills.

"You can start a fire?"

Wang Yunxiao was quite shocked.

"Do you see me as that kind of fragile Eldest Miss, lazy and ignorant about the common grains?"

"Yeah."

Li Mumu took a deep breath and smoothed the vein that had popped up on her forehead.

I crafted my persona to show you my good side, so why are you always picking on my faults?

Can’t live without arguing, can you?

"Anyway, starting a fire is a small matter that I can still handle. Back when I was abroad, my dad taught me how to start a fire during picnics."

Starting a fire, or arson?

Wang Yunxiao really wasn’t reassured, but Eldest Miss Li’s willingness to help was encouraging. It would do her good to experience a bit of hardship through life’s experiences. He himself could carry a couple of cabbages, and by that time, she probably couldn’t have set the kitchen ablaze.

As she watched Wang Yunxiao leave, Li Mumu let out a cold snort, extended a hand from behind, and pulled out a kerosene lamp, easily lighting the inflammable straw.

Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking, wanting to watch me fumble and bumble. Sorry to disappoint, but I am a professional gamer.

Even if I didn’t have the means, if you threw me into a primeval forest, I could still pull off a fire-by-friction show.

I, as Eldest Miss Li, am a multi-talented Eldest Miss, not some greenhouse flower or ornamental vase.

Wang Yunxiao returned with the cabbages and nearly jumped at the sight of Li Mumu holding an arm in her mouth. After a double-take, he realized his eyes had tricked him.

Scared the life out of me.