Oh no! I've been kept as a pet by a stray killer whale!

Chapter 32 I'm Going to Dig One: The Dakota Fire Pit

The orcas were stunned.

They never expected that this tiny creature, which was not even as big as their fins, would dare to talk to them like that.

"Hey! You need a good beating!"

Big Fatty was furious.

With a flick of its tail, a large gush of seawater was swept up, like a basin of water being splashed onto the shore.

Whoosh—!

Water splashed onto the beach in front of Qiangzi, forming a large, dark water stain with jagged, irregular edges.

Big Fatty sneered triumphantly, "I spat! So what? Come on down here and bite me!"

This move is a devastating blow to people with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Looking at that ugly water stain that ruined the overall beauty of the beach, Qiangzi's hair stood on end.

"Aaaaaah!!"

"Irregular shapes! This is unforgivable!"

It rushed over like a madman, frantically digging at the dry sand beside it with its two front paws, trying to cover the wet spot.

He yelled as he dug, "Cover it up! Cover it up! It has to be the same color!"

Seeing this, the fat man got even more excited.

"Hehe, this is fun."

"One more bite!"

puff!

Another jet of water sprayed onto the other side.

"Aaaaah! This side's wet too! It's asymmetrical!"

Qiangzi screamed and ran over there to cover himself with sand.

"There's more over here!" The whiny monster joined the fray, spitting out a mouthful of water in the middle.

"This is terrible! It's chaos! Everything's in complete chaos!"

Qiangzi was running around on the beach like a firefighter, covering one wet spot after another, constantly busy.

Meanwhile, the orcas in the sea lay there in rows, spouting water and making mocking "ga ga ga" sounds.

"Run! Keep running! Let's see how many you can cover!"

"You little punk, trying to fight us? You'll exhaust yourself!"

Jiang Che, who witnessed the whole process from the sidelines:

He watched the otter screaming and burying itself in the sand on the beach, and then watched the orcas playing happily in the sea, as if they were bullying an honest man.

At that moment, he sighed deeply.

He originally thought that hiring a housekeeper would make life easier.

Unexpectedly, this became a fuse that ignited World War III.

The days that followed—

I'm afraid there won't be any peace and quiet anymore.

The viewers in the live stream were laughing so hard they couldn't stand up straight.

[Hahahaha! They're stealing bamboo shoots! These orcas are so ruthless!]

Physical attack damage is 0, but mental attack critical hit damage is 999!

Poor Qiangzi! This is what happens when someone with OCD encounters a bratty kid!

[Streamer, please do something about this! Your housekeeper is being completely abused!]

[It's uncontrollable, absolutely uncontrollable. This is a family of six: five bullies and one pushover.]

Jiang Che shook his head helplessly, walked over, picked up Qiangzi who was still frantically digging in the sand, and carried him away from the "battlefield".

"Alright, alright, stop burying it."

Jiang Che comforted the little guy who was still sobbing in his arms: "Let's not stoop to their level. Come on, let's go back and you can have some dried fish."

Upon hearing "dried fish," Qiangzi finally calmed down a bit.

Nestled in Jiang Che's arms, it turned and glared fiercely at the fat fish in the sea, silently vowing, "You fatso! You just wait!"

"One day, I'll paint all the white patches on your body black! I'll turn you into a completely black fat man!"

On the island in the afternoon, the sun was so scorching it felt like it was on fire.

After the intense "water battle" and "housekeeping" turmoil that morning, the energetic Ocean Street hustlers finally felt exhausted.

At this moment, the tide receded.

Big Fatty, along with his entire family, lay neatly on the sandy bed in the shallow water, like five stranded black submarines. Their eyes were half-closed, and occasionally, with the rhythm of the waves, they would exhale a string of lazy bubbles from their blowholes.

"Snoring—snoring—"

The entire bay was enveloped in a rare tranquility.

Jiang Che crouched behind the log cabin on the single slope of the campsite, carefully observing the activity on the beach through the gaps in the leaves. Only after confirming that the old men with "firefighting obsessions" were really asleep did he breathe a long sigh of relief.

"Finally—the opportunity has arrived."

Jiang Che lowered his voice and said to the drone camera that was still working diligently, "Brothers, although we have houses, fresh water, and a housekeeper, as long as we don't have fire, we will still be living in the pre-Stone Age era."

"Yesterday's lesson taught me that to start a fire, two conditions must be met: first, you need excellent skills; second, you must avoid those enthusiastic firefighters."

He pointed to the new location he had chosen.

Located behind the wooden cabin, about fifty meters from the sea, separated by dense bushes and several huge coconut trees, this location not only physically blocks the orcas' view but also, being downwind, allows the sea breeze to blow the smoke deeper into the woods rather than onto the sea.

"I'm going to dig a 'Dakota fire pit'."

Jiang Che picked up a sharpened stick and began digging in the ground: "This is an advanced field fire-making technique. Simply put, it involves digging two interconnected holes in the ground. The fire burns at the bottom of the holes, and air enters through ventilation holes on the sides. This structure is highly efficient in combustion, not only saving firewood but, most importantly, providing excellent concealment; the flames are almost invisible, and there is very little smoke."

"It's practically tailor-made to keep out those big fat dogs."

Jiang Che was full of energy.

However, he clearly forgot that he had a newly appointed "chief of internal affairs" with him.

Just as Jiang Che had dug out a not-so-round pit and was preparing to trim the edges...

"squeak-!!"

A dissatisfied scream came from the side.

Qiangzi, the otter that had been squatting nearby supervising the work, suddenly rushed over. It stretched out its little paw, pointed at a protruding patch of mud at the edge of the pit, and looked at it with disgust.

"Round! It must be round!"

"This isn't a perfect circle! The curvature here is wrong! And the soil there wasn't leveled!"

"How can such an ugly crater be worthy of my camp?"

Before Jiang Che could react, Qiangzi jumped into the pit. It frantically patted and smoothed the pit walls with its two front paws like a plasterer, until it had shaped the pit into a perfect cylinder drawn with a compass. It even smoothed out the soil at the bottom of the pit before it climbed out, satisfied.

"Phew—that feels good."

Qiangzi patted the dirt off his paws and gave Jiang Che a "learn from me" look.

Jiang Che:

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The viewers in the live stream were overjoyed:

[Hahaha! Qiangzi: This host is too difficult to manage; he can't even dig a hole properly.]

This isn't a pit of fire, it's a work of art!

With Qiangzi around, the anchor's quality of life has skyrocketed; even the fire pit is luxuriously renovated.

"Okay, okay, you're a professional."

Jiang Che gave a thumbs up, both amused and exasperated, and then began preparing fire-starting materials.