~Between the Pages and the Coffee Pot: Translated Novels~

  Chapter 06: Rendering Lard and Making Fried Meat   Changxia was poor.   But that didn't mean the He Luo tribe was poor.   In terms of wealth, the He Luo tribe was the best in the Dusk Forest. Of course, this wealth meant that the tribe wouldn't starve or freeze, and the tribespeople could eat their fill, nothing more.   “You just mentioned building a cave dwelling; what's that about?” Nanfeng asked.  She had been too busy eating earlier and hadn't asked.  Now that she was full and had some free time, she couldn't help but ask.   Changxia, eating her stewed meat and fish balls, began pouring river shrimp into the pottery pot to blanch. Seeing Changxia's patient movements, Nanfeng felt she could eat three more large bowls.   “I want to build my own den, different from the current ones. I call it a cave dwelling.  I've chosen the hillside to the west; I'll build a cave dwelling against the hillside,” Changxia happily said, her movements n...

  Chapter 09: She Ignores Him, Yet Treats Him With Warmth   Fu Jinting didn't see Kong Yiyue again until the end of the week.   Life was quiet and peaceful. Although monotonous, he subtly felt something was missing.   On Friday night, after Fu Qingrui returned home, while lazily playing his game console, he said in a raised voice, “I'm going to Bei Wu Building to practice dancing again tomorrow.” After saying that, he blatantly raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Jinting, who was leisurely using his computer.   The Fu family's European-style villa was spacious and luxurious. Fu Jinting and Fu Qingrui were in rooms at opposite ends of the house. Hearing this, Fu Jinting just gave him a meaningful look, then withdrew his gaze and continued browsing the webpage, “Then what?”   Fu Qingrui smiled, “Brother, you know what I'm going to say.”   Fu Jinting slightly furrowed his brows, remaining silent.   Fu Qingrui got up, tossing the game aside. Yes, tha...

  Chapter 05: Delicious Stewed Meat   “What are you two whispering about?”   Nanfeng carried half a carcass of meat into the den, looked around, threw the meat into a vine basket in the corner of the den, and said, “This is tusk beast meat. I brought half a carcass for you two; it'll be enough for three or five days. Don't worry, I hunted it myself; the tribespeople won't say anything.”   Changxia knew that tusk beasts were wild boars.   The wild boars in the Dusk Forest weighed up to a thousand catties, absolute behemoths.   Half a carcass would be three hundred catties or more.   Nanfeng said that this half carcass of wild boar meat could last three or five days, which made Changxia speechless. She understood that Nanfeng was referring to the tribespeople's appetites. If she and Chen Rong ate it, it would last at least half a month.   Changxia ate little, and Chen Rong had a decent appetite.   But it was different from the tribespeople. ...

  Chapter 08: A Golden Finger...?   Just then, Jiang Lili had finished eating and started to collect the bowls and chopsticks, ready to wash them.   Chen Fan quickly grabbed the bowls and chopsticks from her, "You cooked the food, you should let me wash the dishes."   He held the empty bowls and looked around, "Where do we wash dishes?"   Jiang Lili stared at him, stunned, then realized what was happening. She raised her hand to grab the bowls, "No, no, I can wash them."   Chen Fan held the bowls high, just looking at her, not saying anything.   When Jiang Lili saw his expression, she couldn't help but smile again, then quickly lowered her head, "I'll scoop up the leftovers and put them in the pot to wash, and wash the pot too."   Chen Fan, "Got it."   He placed the bowls on the stove, turned around and opened the cupboard. He saw a small bowl of leftover rice in a rice strainer, took it out, and quickly scooped the rice into th...

  Chapter 04: Weaving Vine Sandals “Vine sandals—”   There it was again, something new.   Chen Rong paused, opening his mouth, “I'll go collect the fish traps and take the new ones to set. Is there anything you need me to do?”   The sun was setting, nearing dusk.   It signaled the end of the day. He calculated the supplies at home. He wanted to go hunting, but he knew Changxia wouldn't agree, so he thought about catching more fish and shrimp.   “Dig a water pit by the lake,” Changxia didn't look up, holding a thin vine and measuring it against her foot, casually giving an instruction.   Hearing this, Chen Rong's mind stirred.   “You intend to raise the fish and shrimp you catch?”   Changxia looked up at Chen Rong, surprised, “You're clever. That's right, I plan to keep the fish and shrimp we catch and don't eat, and when there are enough, I'll invite the tribespeople over. The tribe is near the Ba River, and there's no shortage of fish and ...