CHAPTER 508: YOUNG MAN, WANT TO PLAY WITH SNAKES ⊙∀⊙?

Contrary to Daisy Ginger’s estimation, Edward Stephens and the others did not find them that day.

As the light above gradually dimmed, Daisy Ginger sighed.

The sun was setting in the west, and soon, it would be completely dark here.

Daisy Ginger turned her head to look at George Stephens, who was curled up in her coat and had already fallen asleep. She reached out and covered his calves, then bent her head to organize the items in her bag.

The wireless phone had fallen to the ground and broken when she fell.

From the small compartment of the backpack, she retrieved a lighter.

There was still half a bottle of water left.

There was one box of biscuits left.

There were eight pieces of chocolate and candy in total.

This amount, if given to an adult, might not even be enough to fill their stomach.

But now the situation is different; shared between two people, it should easily last until tomorrow.

Daisy Ginger let out a long sigh, unable to help but be thankful for her habit of carrying candies.

George Stephens slept soundly, exhausted and confused.

When he woke up, it was nearly dark.

He raised his head, and looking at the sparse light above, mumbled: "Daddy..."

Then, as if he thought of something, he hurriedly looked around.

The cave was so large that once it got dark, nothing could be seen.

The cold wind blowing from the crevice would be bone-chilling at night.

He curled up in Daisy Ginger’s coat, his eyes wide open, searching in the dark, noticing Daisy Ginger pacing back and forth not far away.

Seeing her, he unconsciously relaxed and couldn’t help but ask curiously, "Bad woman, what are you doing?"

Daisy Ginger couldn’t be bothered to correct his title for her. She squatted down, grabbed a handful of withered leaves, and with a "snap," lit them with a lighter.

"Whoosh—"

The firelight rose, illuminating the entire cave.

The dry leaves ignited very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, set ablaze the piece of dry wood she had just found.

"!!" George Stephens looked at the firelight in surprise. On first seeing the fire, his eyes didn’t quite adjust, and he squinted.

With the fire as the center, the surrounding reptiles quickly scurried away, slithering through the dry leaves with a rustling sound.

Daisy Ginger swept the ground with her foot, pushing the dry leaves aside, sitting near the fire to warm herself.

George Stephens sat nearby, looking on with curiosity and desire.

He found it very fresh and interesting but didn’t dare approach since Daisy Ginger hadn’t called him over.

"Come over here, what are you doing standing there?" Daisy Ginger turned her head, seeing him staring straight at the fire, eyes filled with curiosity, she couldn’t help but laugh a little.

This level of curiosity was fitting for his age.

Sure enough, Robert Stephens was the one who spoiled the child!

George Stephens shuffled over, dragging his clothes, sitting beside Daisy Ginger, with big eyes fixed on the fire, full of novelty.

This was something Robert Stephens would never bring him to do.

Because of this small bonfire, even this eerie cave didn’t seem scary anymore.

Daisy Ginger threw in a dry branch, lamenting, "If only there were sweet potatoes?"

"What is a sweet potato?"

"Our little master doesn’t even know sweet potatoes?" Daisy Ginger teased him.

"Who said I didn’t know!" George Stephens didn’t want to be looked down upon by her, so he boasted, "Sweet potatoes are fruits that grow in the ground!"

"Fruits that grow in the ground..." Daisy Ginger laughed, "Not wrong! The little beggar is quite smart, I see."

"..." He was actually very smart. George Stephens ignored her, stretched out his little hand to warm by the fire, threw a leaf into it, and watched the flames crackle to life, his eyes lighting up.

This child probably hasn’t even been to summer camp.

Although Daisy Ginger never had time to take Erin Ginger to summer camp, every spring, summer, autumn, and winter, James Shelton would book a tour group for traveling and playing with Erin Ginger.

Even though James Shelton was somewhat silly and lacked business acumen, compared to Robert Stephens, he was still a competent "dad!"

Daisy Ginger handed him the biscuit, "Eat it. Your dad probably won’t find us today; we’ll be out tomorrow."

George Stephens obediently reached out and took it, starting to munch on the biscuit.

Daisy Ginger closed her eyes, intending to rest a bit, only to smell a scorched odor in the air...

She instantly opened her eyes, seeing George Stephens secretly roasting her biscuit over the fire!

That little rascal! She wouldn’t eat even though starving, but he threw it into the fire!

Daisy Ginger wickedly snatched the biscuit from George Stephens’s hand, glaring fiercely at him, "If you’re not eating, then don’t eat!"

"..." Recognizing his mistake, George Stephens pouted, didn’t dare make a sound, and obediently huddled by the fire, like a scared quail.

Daisy Ginger was exhausted and somewhat sleepy, leaned against the stone wall, closed her eyes slightly, and glanced at George Stephens, who was focused on playing with the fire, planning to catch a nap.

Uncertain how long she slept, a sudden cold wind blew over, and Daisy Ginger shivered, quickly waking up.

She opened her eyes, seeing George Stephens still by the fire, she slightly relaxed, but before completely relaxing, she saw the child holding something in his hands... the thing was twisting around his hands.

Daisy Ginger slowly widened her eyes, incredulous at seeing George Stephen’s small hands holding a black snake, twisting it into a knot, then straightening it, leaving the snake furious, its tail continuously coiling around his slender wrist.

"..." Daisy Ginger’s vision darkened, nearly fainting.

"George Stephens!" Daisy Ginger shouted.

The child, seeing her awake, was startled, quickly knotted the snake, and threw it into the fire.

Then wiped his hands, pretending he did nothing, obediently sat by the fire.

Daisy Ginger trembled, getting up from the ground, "What were you playing with just now?"

"Little Black." George Stephens blinked.

Little Black, my foot!

Daisy Ginger turned her head, looked at the black snake tossed into the fire by George Stephens and burned, she wasn’t Edward Stephens, unable to name it, but instinctively felt the snake should be poisonous.

"Where did you find it?" She was about to lose her mind.

"It fell from above." George Stephens pouted, pointing towards the entrance of the cave, "Several fell down last night."

Was she trapped in a snake den?

Daisy Ginger felt a chill crawl up her spine, desperately wanting to return above ground.

George Stephens pointed towards the crevice, "If we hide over there, they can’t crawl across. But now there’s fire, I can see them and catch them to play..." Pausing there, he looked at Daisy Ginger’s face.

He knew adults were very afraid of snakes.

That’s why he caught Little Green to bite her.