After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 44

As they ate, Althea noticed that the girl beside her was a little antsy.

Sheila indeed couldn’t help but feel a bit uncomfortable, and she was looking around the bushes and behind the trees every 3 minutes.

It got to the point where Althea had to point it out.

"What is it?" Althea asked, and Sheila looked at her worriedly. She scooted over and whispered. "Won’t monsters get attracted again?"

"Probably." she shrugged, making Sheila flinch.

"EH?"

Althea only smiled mysteriously. She had dared let them cook because… she had a theory.

She thought that, perhaps, the system put the weak ones together in large numbers and placed them in relatively safer places.

That was to say she, who was at level 3 at the time, was thrown to that pair of level 3 monsters.

The other woman must have been nearby in the same hotel and became an unfortunate cannon fodder.

So… Althea had a feeling that they wouldn’t be encountering level 3 monsters for a while.

Even if the food attracted monsters, she’d just let them be whetstones for Sheila and the others.

After a while, the delicious aroma of grilled food floated and people stared at Sheila’s direction.

However, the group ignored them and they sat in a circle waiting for Althea to come and sit down.

Sheila gave Althea and the others some disposable/degradable utensils they gathered before. They all started eating the moment Althea took a bite.

The meat was chewy and flavorful. Not to mention the meat itself was delicious, but the combination of condiments was also very good.

Althea looked at Sheila, very impressed, since she remembered the monster meat they had so far was all hard and even a little tangy.

Sheila just blushed embarrassedly and turned her head to Harold. "Harold cooked this time."

"Oh? Very good." Althea smiled, remembering he was a rich man’s housekeeper. Maybe he did have some skills. "Can you teach the two of us?"

"Of course, of course! Though I did use a solar-powered pressure cooker…" Harold said embarrassedly. The meat here was really hard to eat.

The comment made Althea blink.

Someone actually brought a pressure cooker?

As expected of a true chef!

Althea’s eyes shone in admiration making Harold’s old face blush, but he was also relieved.

He had been wondering what to do for the two girls so they could take him and his daughter with them. He was very happy to be of use.

It was pretty harmonious for a while until footsteps were heard.

It was a tall, curvaceous, woman with a pretty face. Following closely were two men with stances similar to bodyguards.

"Althea." She said with a gentle smile, eyes moist as if she was genuinely happy to see her.

Althea knew these were thick-skinned people that expected to get food from them.

Don’t look at the other woman being so friendly, but she was definitely the source of the other hostile stare.

This one also looked a bit familiar. Although she had a good memory, unimportant faces still tended to blur after a while.

"Who are you?"

This one at least had the decency to not show offense on her face. "It’s me, Sandra." The woman said with a gentle tone. "I’m Theresa Jones’ daughter." She said, tentatively sitting down next to the pot.

However, her eyes were all on Althea, gentle and looking like she was sincerely glad to see her.

Althea looked at her with unknown emotions. Nanny’s daughter, eh?

Didn’t she run away with her father, Nanny’s scum husband, a decade back? Ansel even had a lot of gossip about it.

Apparently, Nanny’s scum husband cheated with a rich widowed woman.

This daughter, who was only seventeen at the time, threatened to take her with him, or else she would go to the woman’s house and tell all his good deeds.

Seeing her all graceful now without a hint of her uncouth origins, it was obvious that she worked very hard to change herself.

Normally, Althea wouldn’t mind this. If she didn’t know Nanny, and didn’t know they weren’t really poor, Althea may even admire such a strong woman who knew what she wanted and did what she had to do to get it.

It was just that—

"Normal people would ask how their mother is."

"..."

The woman paled, as if frightened. Even if she looked a bit less attractive than the peacock neighbor woman. She had a soft and gentle temperament, making the men want to protect her.

These people would not imagine that she used to threaten her own father. The type that said ’bring me with you, or we die together’.

It seemed that this woman had really learned a lot in the past ten years.

If she didn’t know Nanny, she wouldn’t judge her too much. After all, her life could have been so miserable that she could only latch to whatever twig of hope she could get to.

But Althea did know Nanny and she also knew their living conditions weren’t bad at all. Nanny’s salary was actually very good compared to her peers, and this girl could still afford to go to mid-level private schools.