Chapter 113: Training at the Base Pt. 2
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"You knew it was me you b*tch."
Holding in a smile she stared at the aggrieved expression on Ming Ming's face. "Well how was I to know you weren't some intruder who snuck into our base."
"Oh shut up, you knew it was me just based on my steps. What if the knife actually touched my neck?" Neither of them had any doubt that the knife would harm her because she had controlled the move from the beginning. In their group of three, Ming Ming was the only one who liked to do sneak attacks and play pranks, therefore fighting between them were a constant event. As they grew older, they introduced weapons into it - nothing too dangerous of course. Those weapons were reserved for their preys and any pawn that fell into their hands. Even if she had messed up with the knife it would never touch her because when it came to weaponry Ming Ming was the queen herself. On sight she could figure out the mechanics of the weapon and find a way to evade it by understanding its trajectory. However, all that knowledge did not stop her from being dramatic when possible.
"You know it wouldn't have, now step aside and let me finish cutting these onion."
"Ooh what's for lunch, I'm hungry!" Turning back to the food she let out a small smile at Ming Ming's antics. No matter how matter how "mad" she was, when food arrived her attention was drawn away. It was no question that they were best friends merely on the basis that they both loved food and were huge gourmets. So much so that they watched hundreds of videos learning how to cook dishes themselves when they could not find their desired taste elsewhere. They rarely had time or resources to showcase these dishes but when they did cook it was always Michelin star standard. Prepping the other vegetables, she enjoyed the white noise from her friend while she was cooking. It was only two weeks since she had last physically seen her friends but the time felt longer. There was a certain peace she felt in moments like this, just doing normal tasks the general public would do but took for granted. Having a full meal or time to cook a meal was a luxury. Throwing everything into the wok she layered it with oil while stir frying it. There were bitter memories trying to resurface in her mind with every movement of her hand, it was annoying that the little things could remind her of the past. At least she had gotten to a place where these memories didn't hurt but they came back easily.
"Mhmm it smells so good, thanks bb." Ming Ming stuck her head on her shoulder and watched Ying Yue skillfully flip the food.
"Move back or else the oil might land on you." Ying Yue tried to shift her head of her body without pausing her movements. Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #%!d(string=13715752406998805)/training-at-the-base-pt.-2_%!d(string=51358430077703706) for visiting.
"What's another scar going to do?" There was a teasing tone in her voice as Ming Ming responded.
She didn't miss a beat before Ying Yue responded with, "how am I going to marry you off if you scar your face? Frankly its the only thing you have going for you."
"YOU A**, TAKE THAT BACK!!" Feeling light punches on her back she chuckled out loud.
"What? I only speak the truth."
"Hmph, truth my butt. You know I just like to watch you cook, remembered when you burnt an apple?"
"You're lucky I even got an apple that day, I had to search for 30 minutes for one." Rolling her eyes she let her friend lean on her while they both went back into their memories. It seemed that both of them were easily triggered, Neo did as well but he rarely spoke up about it.
"Yeah...those were some times. Can't believe we're even alive right now and I'm eating stir fried chicken. Meat?! Can you imagine that?! That used to be a bloody dream if we got some when we were younger." Her hands stilled for a second before she continued stirring, she had nothing to say in response to her. There was a reason she loved meat so much after all, it was rare for them growing up. When they found each other they were just beggars on the street scrambling for food, trash people got rid of were their lunch and whatever they could steal was dinner. It was brutal on the streets, the government never took into consideration the abandoned kids. There were no welfare programs, no funding, and no homes people could go to for warmth or at least a roof over their heads. Nowadays, all those services they lacked were offered to the public. Often, at the expense of a rich family trying to look generous or 'noble' when donating to charities. That didn't mean people had it easier, it was just another way for people to make money and capitalize on the less fortunate. There was no lack of evil people trying to make a quick buck, any option to capitalize was taken.
There was a dark glint in her eyes as she remembered meeting those people when she was younger. Their grubby hands grabbing at them and forcing them too....'forget it Ying Yue, they are dead and you are alive. No need to give them your time or effort in remembering them.'
"Stop I know that look, don't think about it." There was a gentle grip on her shoulders as Ming Ming leaned back into her. Ying Yue never stopped moving but just by the way her body became stiff and the look in her eyes changed, she could tell what was going through in her mind. The horrors they faced together as children was fresh in their minds, its not as if it was an experience they went through once. It was years of them struggling together, to even be alive till the age of 25 was ridiculous. She held in a sigh as her heart hurt from the memories, even with their struggles she knew her best friend had suffered more than her. They had only met each other years after they had been living on the streets.
"... remember how we met?"
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"You knew it was me you b*tch."
Holding in a smile she stared at the aggrieved expression on Ming Ming's face. "Well how was I to know you weren't some intruder who snuck into our base."
"Oh shut up, you knew it was me just based on my steps. What if the knife actually touched my neck?" Neither of them had any doubt that the knife would harm her because she had controlled the move from the beginning. In their group of three, Ming Ming was the only one who liked to do sneak attacks and play pranks, therefore fighting between them were a constant event. As they grew older, they introduced weapons into it - nothing too dangerous of course. Those weapons were reserved for their preys and any pawn that fell into their hands. Even if she had messed up with the knife it would never touch her because when it came to weaponry Ming Ming was the queen herself. On sight she could figure out the mechanics of the weapon and find a way to evade it by understanding its trajectory. However, all that knowledge did not stop her from being dramatic when possible.
"You know it wouldn't have, now step aside and let me finish cutting these onion."
"Ooh what's for lunch, I'm hungry!" Turning back to the food she let out a small smile at Ming Ming's antics. No matter how matter how "mad" she was, when food arrived her attention was drawn away. It was no question that they were best friends merely on the basis that they both loved food and were huge gourmets. So much so that they watched hundreds of videos learning how to cook dishes themselves when they could not find their desired taste elsewhere. They rarely had time or resources to showcase these dishes but when they did cook it was always Michelin star standard. Prepping the other vegetables, she enjoyed the white noise from her friend while she was cooking. It was only two weeks since she had last physically seen her friends but the time felt longer. There was a certain peace she felt in moments like this, just doing normal tasks the general public would do but took for granted. Having a full meal or time to cook a meal was a luxury. Throwing everything into the wok she layered it with oil while stir frying it. There were bitter memories trying to resurface in her mind with every movement of her hand, it was annoying that the little things could remind her of the past. At least she had gotten to a place where these memories didn't hurt but they came back easily.
"Mhmm it smells so good, thanks bb." Ming Ming stuck her head on her shoulder and watched Ying Yue skillfully flip the food.
"Move back or else the oil might land on you." Ying Yue tried to shift her head of her body without pausing her movements. Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #%!d(string=13715752406998805)/training-at-the-base-pt.-2_%!d(string=51358430077703706) for visiting.
"What's another scar going to do?" There was a teasing tone in her voice as Ming Ming responded.
She didn't miss a beat before Ying Yue responded with, "how am I going to marry you off if you scar your face? Frankly its the only thing you have going for you."
"YOU A**, TAKE THAT BACK!!" Feeling light punches on her back she chuckled out loud.
"What? I only speak the truth."
"Hmph, truth my butt. You know I just like to watch you cook, remembered when you burnt an apple?"
"You're lucky I even got an apple that day, I had to search for 30 minutes for one." Rolling her eyes she let her friend lean on her while they both went back into their memories. It seemed that both of them were easily triggered, Neo did as well but he rarely spoke up about it.
"Yeah...those were some times. Can't believe we're even alive right now and I'm eating stir fried chicken. Meat?! Can you imagine that?! That used to be a bloody dream if we got some when we were younger." Her hands stilled for a second before she continued stirring, she had nothing to say in response to her. There was a reason she loved meat so much after all, it was rare for them growing up. When they found each other they were just beggars on the street scrambling for food, trash people got rid of were their lunch and whatever they could steal was dinner. It was brutal on the streets, the government never took into consideration the abandoned kids. There were no welfare programs, no funding, and no homes people could go to for warmth or at least a roof over their heads. Nowadays, all those services they lacked were offered to the public. Often, at the expense of a rich family trying to look generous or 'noble' when donating to charities. That didn't mean people had it easier, it was just another way for people to make money and capitalize on the less fortunate. There was no lack of evil people trying to make a quick buck, any option to capitalize was taken.
There was a dark glint in her eyes as she remembered meeting those people when she was younger. Their grubby hands grabbing at them and forcing them too....'forget it Ying Yue, they are dead and you are alive. No need to give them your time or effort in remembering them.'
"Stop I know that look, don't think about it." There was a gentle grip on her shoulders as Ming Ming leaned back into her. Ying Yue never stopped moving but just by the way her body became stiff and the look in her eyes changed, she could tell what was going through in her mind. The horrors they faced together as children was fresh in their minds, its not as if it was an experience they went through once. It was years of them struggling together, to even be alive till the age of 25 was ridiculous. She held in a sigh as her heart hurt from the memories, even with their struggles she knew her best friend had suffered more than her. They had only met each other years after they had been living on the streets.
"... remember how we met?"
"You knew it was me you b*tch." Holding in a smile she stared at the aggrieved expression on Ming Ming's face. "Well how was I to know you weren't some intruder who snuck into our base." "Oh shut up, you knew it was me just based on my steps. What if the knife actually touched my neck?" Neither of them had any doubt that the knife would harm her because she had controlled the move from the beginning. In their group of three, Ming Ming was the only one who liked to do sneak attacks and play pranks, therefore fighting between them were a constant event. As they grew older, they introduced weapons into it - nothing too dangerous of course. Those weapons were reserved for their preys and any pawn that fell into their hands. Even if she had messed up with the knife it would never touch her because when it came to weaponry Ming Ming was the queen herself. On sight she could figure out the mechanics of the weapon and find a way to evade it by understanding its trajectory. However, all that knowledge did not stop her from being dramatic when possible. "You know it wouldn't have, now step aside and let me finish cutting these onion." "Ooh what's for lunch, I'm hungry!" Turning back to the food she let out a small smile at Ming Ming's antics. No matter how matter how "mad" she was, when food arrived her attention was drawn away. It was no question that they were best friends merely on the basis that they both loved food and were huge gourmets. So much so that they watched hundreds of videos learning how to cook dishes themselves when they could not find their desired taste elsewhere. They rarely had time or resources to showcase these dishes but when they did cook it was always Michelin star standard. Prepping the other vegetables, she enjoyed the white noise from her friend while she was cooking. It was only two weeks since she had last physically seen her friends but the time felt longer. There was a certain peace she felt in moments like this, just doing normal tasks the general public would do but took for granted. Having a full meal or time to cook a meal was a luxury. Throwing everything into the wok she layered it with oil while stir frying it. There were bitter memories trying to resurface in her mind with every movement of her hand, it was annoying that the little things could remind her of the past. At least she had gotten to a place where these memories didn't hurt but they came back easily. "Mhmm it smells so good, thanks bb." Ming Ming stuck her head on her shoulder and watched Ying Yue skillfully flip the food. "Move back or else the oil might land on you." Ying Yue tried to shift her head of her body without pausing her movements.Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #%!dstring=13715752406998805/training-at-the-base-pt.-2_%!dstring=51358430077703706 for visiting. "What's another scar going to do?" There was a teasing tone in her voice as Ming Ming responded. She didn't miss a beat before Ying Yue responded with, "how am I going to marry you off if you scar your face? Frankly its the only thing you have going for you." "YOU A**, TAKE THAT BACK!!" Feeling light punches on her back she chuckled out loud. "What? I only speak the truth." "Hmph, truth my butt. You know I just like to watch you cook, remembered when you burnt an apple?" "You're lucky I even got an apple that day, I had to search for 30 minutes for one." Rolling her eyes she let her friend lean on her while they both went back into their memories. It seemed that both of them were easily triggered, Neo did as well but he rarely spoke up about it. "Yeah...those were some times. Can't believe we're even alive right now and I'm eating stir fried chicken. Meat?! Can you imagine that?! That used to be a bloody dream if we got some when we were younger." Her hands stilled for a second before she continued stirring, she had nothing to say in response to her. There was a reason she loved meat so much after all, it was rare for them growing up. When they found each other they were just beggars on the street scrambling for food, trash people got rid of were their lunch and whatever they could steal was dinner. It was brutal on the streets, the government never took into consideration the abandoned kids. There were no welfare programs, no funding, and no homes people could go to for warmth or at least a roof over their heads. Nowadays, all those services they lacked were offered to the public. Often, at the expense of a rich family trying to look generous or 'noble' when donating to charities. That didn't mean people had it easier, it was just another way for people to make money and capitalize on the less fortunate. There was no lack of evil people trying to make a quick buck, any option to capitalize was taken. There was a dark glint in her eyes as she remembered meeting those people when she was younger. Their grubby hands grabbing at them and forcing them too....'forget it Ying Yue, they are dead and you are alive. No need to give them your time or effort in remembering them.' "Stop I know that look, don't think about it." There was a gentle grip on her shoulders as Ming Ming leaned back into her. Ying Yue never stopped moving but just by the way her body became stiff and the look in her eyes changed, she could tell what was going through in her mind. The horrors they faced together as children was fresh in their minds, its not as if it was an experience they went through once. It was years of them struggling together, to even be alive till the age of 25 was ridiculous. She held in a sigh as her heart hurt from the memories, even with their struggles she knew her best friend had suffered more than her. They had only met each other years after they had been living on the streets. "... remember how we met?"
