Comic strip: Survival on a deserted island, surrounded by heroines

Kasumigaoka Utaha has indeed opened something.

Without replying, he turned and walked to the stove, taking out the snake and several snails from the bag.

He succinctly said, "Get me an extra meal."

Snow Mother was stirring the soup in the pot with a wooden spoon, and turned her head slightly to look at the strange ingredients.

She nodded and said gently, "The snake meat soup is just right. I'll add a few wild vegetables later to remove the fishy smell."

"I'll go and deal with the snake."

Snow Mother reached out and took the snake, deftly lifting it up before turning and walking toward the cutting board.

Her back view was incredibly composed, her figure's curves subtly revealed, bathed in a soft glow from the afternoon sun.

Aoyama stood there watching her and sighed.

"Your wife will surely be a virtuous wife and loving mother in the future, won't she?"

Snow Mother paused for a moment, the blade hovering in mid-air before falling again, cleanly slicing the snake's body into several pieces.

She didn't turn around, but a faint blush rose to her ears.

“Mr. Aoyama, you can’t just say things like that.”

Her voice was gentle and calm, but the ending note was slightly softer than usual.

“I’m not just saying this casually.”

"It's just being realistic."

Qingshan leaned against the stove, his gaze fixed on her slightly flushed profile.

Snow Mother placed the prepared snake meat into a bowl, rubbing her fingers along the rim of the bowl as if to conceal something.

She turned around and met Qingshan's gaze.

"Then, Mr. Aoyama, what kind of wife do you think qualifies as a virtuous wife and good mother?"

Her tone was indifferent, as if she were asking a trivial question, but a hint of seriousness appeared in her eyes.

Before Qingshan could answer, a soft cough came from the side.

"Cough cough!!!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha held a cup of hot water in her hands, watching the two with a half-smile.

"Seriously... I'm sitting right here, could you two please tone it down a bit?"

Chapter 75: It seems that only Brother Qingshan can cure this illness. [Image]

In the evening after the rain, the sea breeze gently swept across the open space in front of the wooden house.

Smoke rose gently, mingling with the savory aroma of snake soup and the charred fragrance of roasted snails, slowly dissipating into the twilight.

In front of the stove, Xue Mu had already blanched the snake meat and added a few green wild vegetables. The soup in the pot was bubbling and steaming, and the soup was clear and bright.

On the other side of the charcoal fire, three snails were slowly roasting on a stone slab, their shells gradually turning a charred brown and sizzling.

Aoyama sat on a wooden post by the stove, holding a bowl of snake soup in his hand, his gaze fixed on the virtual panel in front of him.

[Feeding Log: Gray Tree Snake x1]

Current progress: 1/20 (Incomplete)

[Drawing Scope: Agility Enhancement, Poison Resistance - Requires continued consumption of similar ingredients to complete activation.]

[Feeding Log: 1 Spotted Snail]

Current progress: 1/30 (Incomplete)

[Extraction Scope: Mucus Regeneration, Climbing Ability, Thirst Resistance—Continue to consume similar foods to complete activation.]

[Feeding Log: Grayish-brown lizard x1]

Current progress: 1/20 (Incomplete)

[Targeting areas: Tail regeneration, climbing, body temperature regulation—continued consumption of similar foods is required to complete activation.]

Aoyama's gaze lingered for a moment on the words "tail regeneration" and "antitoxicity," as he silently pondered in his mind.

"Antitoxic agents are life-saving."

"As for the lizard's tail regeneration, although it doesn't sound as thorough as the crab's limb regeneration, it is still an extremely powerful ability."

"We need to catch some more tree snakes, snails, and lizards..."

He sighed silently, his gaze sweeping over Lin Yuan's direction.

"Hopefully there's enough stock in this forest."

"Aoyama-kun?"

Snow Mother's voice came from the side, gentle and clear, interrupting his thoughts.

Aoyama looked up and met her eyes, which appeared exceptionally gentle in the firelight.

"What are you thinking about? The soup will be ready soon."

"I'm thinking..."

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Could we eat more meat tonight?"

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on Xue Mu's face, like ripples spreading across a lake in spring.

"Eat as much as you want, I cooked quite a lot today."

As she spoke, she bent down and lifted the wooden lid, gently stirring the soup noodles with a wooden spoon.

The snake meat trembled slightly in the boiling soup, and the green of the wild vegetables looked exceptionally fresh against the clear broth.

"It'll be ready to eat after simmering for a little while longer."

Kasumigaoka Utaha held a cup of hot water in her hands, her red eyes looking at Aoyama through the rising steam.

"Aoyama-kun, your gaze just now... was a bit off."

Aoyama asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"It's like they're calculating something."

Kasumigaoka Utaha narrowed her eyes slightly: "Every time you make that face, it's like you're planning to catch some living thing."

"You've observed very carefully."

She took a small sip of water, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Of course, after all... as a creator, observing changes in human facial expressions is a fundamental skill."

Although Aoyama had told her that she could gain abilities by eating, she didn't know how the algorithm worked.

Should we eat the whole thing, or just a bite?

These are all places that she is more interested in.

Before Aoyama could reply, a slight noise came from inside the house.

On the bear-hair bed, Izumi Sagiri turned over, her long, silvery-white hair spreading out on the straw mat like melting moonlight.

Her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes, her light blue pupils still carrying the confusion of someone just waking up.

"Well..."

Sage sat up, rubbed her eyes, glanced around, and then fixed her gaze on Aoyama by the stove.

She paused for a moment, then her cheeks flushed red at a visible speed, as if she had remembered something terrible.

"Brother Qing... Brother Qingshan..."

"woke up?"

"Did you sleep well?"

Aoyama turned his head, his tone as natural as if nothing had happened.

Shawu lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the edge of her clothes, the sound as soft as a mosquito's hum.

"Hmm...it's fine..."

As she spoke, her gaze secretly drifted towards Qingshan for a moment before quickly returning to its original direction, her ears turning so red they seemed about to bleed.

"Then I'll go wash my face first..."

She stood up in a panic, but her foot tripped on the edge of the straw mat, and she stumbled forward two steps, almost falling over.

"Be careful."

Qingshan had arrived beside her at some point and reached out to firmly support her arm.

"If you're not feeling well, don't walk so fast."

Shawu froze, clearly feeling the warmth and pressure of his palm.

She lowered her head, a hint of panic in her voice: "Thank you, Brother Qingshan..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha, who had witnessed the entire scene, seemed lost in thought.

She slowly sipped her water, the smile in her red eyes growing deeper.

"Saya, why is your face so red? Did you have a nightmare?"

Shawu suddenly raised her head and shook it frantically: "No, I slept very well, I didn't dream!"

"Oh--?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha drawled out the last syllable, her gaze meaningful as she said, "It's good you weren't dreaming. I thought you were dreaming about something... special~"

Sawu's face turned even redder, almost as if steam was rising from it.

How could she possibly say such a thing?

She opened her mouth to explain, but found that her voice was completely out of control. In the end, she could only lower her head and mutter something in an almost inaudible voice.

"Sister Shiyu...please stop talking..."

Yukino sat on the threshold of the wooden house, holding a map drawn by Izumi Sagiri in her hands.

Her gaze fell on the pages of the book, but her fingers, which were about to turn the pages, remained suspended in mid-air for a long while.

She overheard Kasumigaoka Utaha and Sagari's conversation, saw Sagari's flushed face, and noticed the undisguised look in her eyes as she secretly glanced at Aoyama.

"The problem...is indeed very big!"

Yukino lowered her eyes, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of the book pages.

She shook her head slightly, as if trying to shake off some thought.

"What am I thinking? What Sagari and Aoyama are doing has nothing to do with me."

But she used more force in her fingers than usual.

"Yukino?"

Snow Mother's voice came from not far away, carrying a hint of caring gentleness.

"You're holding the notebook upside down."

Yukino snapped out of her daze, looked down, and saw that she was indeed holding the map upside down.

Her ears suddenly burned, her fingers tightened slightly, she turned the book over, and her voice remained calm.

"...I'm practicing reading backwards."

"..."

Xue's mother didn't expose her, but a slight smile appeared on her lips as she turned back to continue watching the soup in the pot.

Kasumigaoka Utaha shifted her gaze from Sagiri to Yukino on the threshold, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she had discovered something interesting.

However, she didn't say anything, just finished the rest of the water in the glass, put the glass on the stove, and stretched out her arms.

"Ah—I slept all afternoon, and I'm so hungry."

"Madam, is the soup ready yet?"

"It will be ready soon."

Snow Mother lifted the pot lid, and a rich aroma rose with the steam, filling the twilight.

When Shawu came back after washing her face, the redness on her face had subsided a bit, but there was still a faint pink tinge behind her ears.