Chapter 15 Jingyuan and Mutated Mango

It was getting dark, so Jingyuan took out his lighter.

When the spring-loaded trigger is pulled, a spark flashes, igniting the gas released from the gas tank.

The beating flame burned the white candle wick, the wax oil melted, and the cotton wick cast in the wax oil burned. The slightly swaying fire illuminated Jingyuan's face, stretching his shadow to the ceiling.

Jingyuan opened the set of black steel knives he picked up. There were four sets in total, including a fruit knife, a chef's knife, a fruit peeler for peeling and a pair of scissors for cutting fascia.

Jingyuan is no stranger to this four-piece kitchen set. When he first rented a house, he bought knives and chopping boards online, thinking that he could save some money by cooking for himself, but later he discovered that there is no such thing as a part-time worker.

When he had time to cook, he would at most buy a few meat buns and put them in the refrigerator, and steam them in a pot when he got up in the morning. Most of the time, to solve the problem of hunger, he would still order takeout or go downstairs to eat a bowl of noodles.

But now he has a lot of free time. After all, he doesn't have a mobile phone or a computer. He can't turn on the computer to watch TV dramas and play games, nor can he squat in the toilet and read novels on his mobile phone. The only thing he can pass the time is a photo album he picked up. Now

It was getting dark and there weren't many interesting things for him to do.

I have time, but I don’t have the means to cook. It’s really a twist of fate.

A little bored, Jingyuan thought, and went to the kitchen to get a porcelain plate.

He placed the green-black mango in front of him, then opened the rolled paper he picked up, and carefully wiped the porcelain plate and knife.

I picked up the mango and looked at it. If I looked closely, I saw that it was indeed oval-shaped, but it was more rounded than ordinary mangoes, perhaps because it was as big as a football.

The firelight faintly penetrated the blue-black mango skin, and capillary-like filaments could be seen distributed inside the skin. This mutated mango was Jingyuan's dinner today.

He weighed it twice and felt it weighed about 7 or 8 pounds.

Putting a layer of toilet paper on the coffee table, he put the mango down, picked up a chef's knife, and placed the blade horizontally in the center of the mango.

Pressing hard and then swiping back, the blade cut into the peel. Immediately, Jingyuan felt a sense of obstruction, probably because he had cut into the core of the fruit.

He pressed against the core and cut the mango into rings. The mango was evenly cut in half like a watermelon scoop and placed in front of Jingyuan, along with the core that had been dug out.

The flesh is generally yellow, but like the flesh of a blood orange, there are traces of blood red, and blood vessel-like filaments can be clearly seen. It smells fresh and sweet, with a faint fishy sweetness.

The core is dark black, smooth and hard, like a fine obsidian.

Jingyuan continued to cut, without cutting through the mango skin, he made 7 vertical cuts and 7 horizontal cuts to cut the flesh into small square grids. Finally, he scraped it hard with the blade of the knife, and the neat pieces of flesh were revealed.

It fell into the porcelain dish.

He used the tip of a fruit knife to pick up a square piece of fruit pulp. It was crystal clear and fresh, and the red wine-like juice slid down the knife surface.

Without any hesitation, he ate the mango meat in one bite.

The juice bursts out on the tip of the tongue. This mango can be called "juicy", but it still has no taste.

It was similar to the taste of chewing mangoes in his memory. He didn't feel anything special, nor did he feel a strange force flowing through the internal organs and meridians like in fantasy novels.

Hmm. It's more common than expected.

Jingyuan picked up a piece of mango meat and teased Xiaobai to see if he would eat it. Xiaobai was disgusted and opened his hand with his paws and went to eat dog food alone.

Helpless, Jingyuan ate the whole plate of mangoes by himself. Instead of throwing away the mango skin in a hurry, he hung it on a clothes rack and dried it on the balcony. He planned to wait for the skin to dry and soak it in water to drink. After all, this mango still smelled pretty good.

Fragrant.

After finishing tonight's dinner, Jingyuan clicked on his attribute panel again to check his health.

Health: 19/19 (increasing)

The mango was taking effect and had already added 7 points of health to him. Jingyuan took off his shoes and looked at the bite where the bone was exposed last night. It had completely healed, but the new flesh was cold white.

He took off his shirt and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror with a flashlight.

She has a very strong and refined figure, which makes her appear slim when wearing clothes and shows off her flesh when undressed.

There were traces of his wiping on the mirror. When he stood in front of the mirror last night, the clean mirror could just shine in his head. But looking at it today, it seemed that the part with his hair couldn't shine through.

Is it an illusion? It seems that I am a little taller than yesterday.

Jingyuan didn't know, maybe it was because he had been out in the wind all day, causing his hair to stand up, or maybe because he had really grown in size.

But the changes are too subtle to be judged at all.

It would be nice to have a scale. Although it is difficult to see small changes in height, you can tell if your weight suddenly increases or decreases by just weighing yourself.

In a short period of time, he couldn't figure out what had happened to his body, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

He returned to the hall and played frisbee with Xiaobai.

"Run, Xiaobai! Run!"

Jingyuan happily threw the Frisbee Xiaobai brought back.

While playing, he was thinking about things at Shunxiang Supermarket and his future plans.

If a group of 30 zombies can be eliminated first with melee combat, and then equipped with guns, the consumption of bullets will not be so unacceptable.

The key is that he doesn't have a useful melee weapon. It would be great if he could use Er Ye's Qinglong Yanyue Sword to kill an unparalleled zombie.

It's a pity that it doesn't exist, but you can make a low-end version. Just find a stronger wooden stick and tie a kitchen knife to it.

Although it is easy to malfunction, a single assault is not enough. It can be used for guerrilla warfare.

When the enemy is chasing me, I will run, and when the enemy is tired, I will fight. If you spend a few days grinding it slowly, it shouldn't be a big problem.

At the same time, he thought of a doubt. In the eyes of those zombies, was he considered a kindred spirit or an enemy?

Since the two disabled zombies he encountered in the pothole were hostile to him and Xiaobai from the beginning, he preconceivedly regarded the zombies as his enemies.

But after thinking deeply at this moment, he felt that there were some areas that were easily confused.

Those two disabled zombies may not be showing hostility towards him, but towards Xiaobai around him.

This was something that needed to be verified. He thought that he might as well go out alone tomorrow without Xiaobai and try it out to verify his conjecture.

If the zombies treat him as a kindred spirit and don't attack him, then things will be much simpler. They can just go into the supermarket and empty out the useful things.

In short, he must explore that supermarket to the end.

This is his plan to first collect enough supplies for a period of life, and then leave the center of the city and move to the edge of the city where water resources and natural resources are abundant.

Moving must be done as soon as possible. Judging from the macho man's diary and today's weather, it is already autumn and winter is still two or three months away.

The winter in this city is very cold, and it will snow in early winter. He needs to find a safe and warm place to live and collect winter supplies before winter comes.

Just like playing "Don't Starve", you first find a transportation hub on the map to build a home, and then collect food reserves. After the basic living conditions improve, you can then consider killing monsters, upgrading, and picking up equipment.

That's it, Jingyuan nodded.

He immediately went to take down the bamboo pole hanging on the balcony and tried to tie the chef's knife with a hemp rope to make a civilian version of the "Qinglong Yanyue Knife".
Chapter completed!