Quick Transmigration: Leisure

Chapter 482 The Retirement Life of a Down-on-His-Luck Tycoon 19

Mirgiri Island, North.

A wisp of smoke brought an intoxicating aroma of roasted leaves. Xia Youmi sniffed it and, without waiting for a call, jumped down from the tree.

"It smells so good! It's exactly the taste!"

Xia Youmi stomped her boots loudly to the side. From bottom to top, you could see her calves, thighs, and belt, all encased in military green, tightly packed trousers. Just standing upright, she exuded immense power. Around her waist was a vest made of a special material, a wild black, and finally, her entire body was wrapped in a crisp, wide coat.

In less than half a year, Xia Youmi seemed to have grown taller.

If your appearance isn't particularly striking, makeup can achieve that effect.

Her current demeanor is not something that can be cultivated overnight; it is full of contradictions. She can be indifferent to disemboweling someone, yet she can also squeal with disgust. She is very composed when climbing trees, going into the sea, shooting, and carrying prey, but she can also roll around in the sand and act spoiled.

Anyway,

She successfully managed to ensure that, in the eyes of her only audience member, Valer, nothing she did would shatter her carefully constructed persona. Her true nature was multifaceted and ever-changing.

The sizzling squid leaped above the flames, accompanied by Xia Youmi's footsteps, creating a pleasant rhythm as Valer focused intently on the soon-to-be-cooked food in his hands.

Relationships between people can be measured in years and days, but their close interactions and the fact that they are almost never out of sight of each other are truly remarkable.

The two have indeed achieved the status of being reliable old friends for many years.

Being able to maturely ignore the other person's eccentric and carefree behavior without finding it novel or bothersome.

Aside from maintaining a certain physical distance and never discussing emotional topics, Xia Youmi and Wale's relationship is no longer a matter of survival. When faced with an attack from the jungle's permanent residents, they can confidently entrust their backs to each other.

The topics they talked about most were what to eat, how to eat it, and where they could eat it.

Their skills are equally matched.

Valer clearly knows how to handle ingredients, but he has gradually evolved from a minimalist to a gourmet, even a super gourmet! Occasionally, the two of them can waste an entire day just for a certain natural seasoning.

Those that are specially treated will be packed in a limited number of containers so they can be taken away at any time.

Thanks to the gradually standardized taste, Xia Youmi was able to continue growing taller without losing any nutrition.

"Fuck-"

"Here."

"Thank you! You're welcome!" Xia Youmi took a handful of squid, the oil still bubbling on the surface. The fresh ingredients, marinated with sea salt, ginger, and wild honey, were seasoned with bay leaves and sour fruit juice while grilling, and there was also chili powder picked up from the boat. She was afraid of burning her mouth, yet also afraid of blowing on it too much and ruining its best flavor.

Valer wouldn't compromise himself at all; he would divide the baked goods into two portions, giving one to Xia Youmi and leaving the other to dry on leaves.

Keep moving your hands and continue to the next round.

By the time he was ready to enjoy it, the taste and temperature would be just right.

“This deserves a Bliss,” Valer commented after the first sip.

"Then drink it!"

Xia Youmi readily agreed.

Because Valer was only focused on salvaging the weapons, and Xia Youmi had handled all the ingredients bit by bit, Valer believed that the right to use and own the ingredients belonged to Xia Youmi.

While it's unnecessary to ask about everyday cooking, Waler will always prioritize Xia Youmi's opinions when it comes to precious supplies.

It's okay to drink a little alcohol during special times.

For example, the last time was a birthday that Valer was completely unaware of. It was only after they mentioned Brie that they figured it out, and Xia Youmi generously arranged for Brie and Valer, whose birthdays were close together, to celebrate their special growth together.

That was a rare instance of the big shot being so unrestrained.

Xia Youmi pretended to be unable to hold her liquor, actually avoiding witnessing Valer's vulnerable side; she didn't want to know.

To avoid unnecessary entanglements.

this time,

There's no anniversary involved, it's just that the grilled squid smells so good and tastes so delicious! If it were paired with a sour Burrito, the flavor would be doubled.

They actually opened the best-preserved Burrito that had mysteriously appeared on the ship.

"cheers!"

"Dry!"

Using the most exquisite cups, although far inferior to those in the outside world, is still a grand ceremony in the swaying evening breeze.

The sunlight dimmed in the wine glass.

They hiked up to a higher vantage point to enjoy the sea breeze. They had finished their grilled squid and dinner, but the liquid in their glasses lingered. Under the unusually clear and pure sky, they unknowingly strolled to the high platform.

This place offers the best views, allowing you to see the distant sea and a large part of the island's jungle.

It helps them remember the terrain they enter and exit.

But today, I only intended to appreciate it.

But then, carried by the sea breeze, I unexpectedly caught sight of towering, unusual plumes of smoke.

"What is that...?" Xia Youmi's words still seemed to carry a hint of drunkenness.

Valer narrowed his eyes, not letting himself be jolted out of his reverie. With a mocking smile, he casually pointed out the location.

"Yes, the cigarette tomb."

"Tomb?" Xia Youmi asked with a hint of doubt.

In any case, that little mound doesn't warrant such a grand term as a "tomb," does it?

"It seems he's taken a liking to it and will be here soon."

"Big brother, what?"

"Haha, our good buddy Pullman is coming to visit me."

"..."

Xia Youmi stood to the side, looking around blankly and at a loss. She knew about the surprise Waller had left for Pullman, but she wasn't particularly interested in those entanglements, and didn't even glance at the place where he had buried the cigarettes.

She wasn't actually part of these causes and effects.

even,

Because we talked about too much about Bury.

Xia Youmi didn't really want to talk much, so she figured she might as well drink the Brit today.

Since we can see smoke from the south, it at least proves that the provocation left for Pullman has had an effect. He must be very busy from now on, and bringing along precious wine will be another burden.

Thinking it over, Xia Youmi ran downstairs, brought up the remaining bottles and filled Valer's cups.

"Big brother! We have a new reason to celebrate!"

"Ah."

"boom!"

Valle downed the drink with gusto, raising his glass to clink against the bottle with a loud bang.

Cheers! Yay!

Xia Youmi laughed and said that every bite should be a celebration: the weather is clear, the sea breeze is refreshing, celebrate not being injured, and celebrate the prank left for future enemies working.

and also,

Both of them knew the truth, but neither dared to reveal their intentions.

Was it intentional, to make someone chase you?

Intentionally, leaving behind a hurtful provocation, arousing the enemy's competitive spirit.

What benefits can you get?

If Xia Youmi cannot immediately understand, it is because he does not want to; he can simply observe what happens next.

Actions will give her the answer.

"boom--"

quickly,

It didn't even take until the next day.

That night,

Ships with flashing cannon fire came searching from afar across the sea.

The fire completely destroyed the shed that Xia Youmi and Wale had left empty. The firelight reflected on the beach, revealing scattered household items around them. It was also clear that no one was running out of the shed in a panic.

Pullman, aboard the ship, held the binoculars, his thick brows furrowed tightly.

"Damn it! We can only photograph part of it."

"Sir, are you going to sleep to death in the shed?" someone said optimistically.

“Impossible!” Pullman retorted. “Waller wouldn’t give up.”

"can."

"Sir, we noticed during our previous patrol that they had rain shelters at their encampments. Perhaps they're not resting here today," a subordinate patiently suggested.

Tonight's operation is based on Pullman's deduction of Waller's whereabouts.

When he left the south, he realized that the island was so low in elevation that if he were at a higher elevation, he might be able to see the huge artificial smoke rising from it, which was the code left by Valer.

He had found the place.

Damn it,

He actually acted as his messenger for a time.

Pullman quickly calmed down; he had to act as soon as possible, otherwise Waller would definitely move immediately.

He observed a simple map and discovered that the best place to spend the winter in December was in the north.

The higher elevation here also makes it suitable for observing any provocative signals left to the south. If, as planned, Wahler sees the smoke tonight from the north, his subsequent direction of travel will certainly not be easily observed by Pullman.

tonight,

This is the best opportunity.

However, they can only use surprise attacks once. The flashing shells can illuminate a small open area, but if they cannot observe the results in time, their rash landing on the island will only make them the ones who get ambushed.

"Next position."

"Yes!"

After careful consideration, Pullman believed his subordinates and proceeded to destroy Xia Youmi's former bases along the coastline, leaving behind a conspicuous shack at each location on high ground.

The shells weren't very loud, and the light didn't travel very far. Each position offered a chance to gamble, and the results could only be verified during the day.

tonight,

Almost all the shacks were blasted to dust.