Harrison entered the kitchen at that moment.

“Young Miss. What exactly are you doing right now?”

I was layering gauze, sand, gravel, and charcoal into a container that resembled a plastic bottle. I was making a makeshift water filter.

Perhaps my actions looked too practiced, as Harrison took off his glasses, wiped them on his shirt, and put them back on to get a clearer look at me.

Was making a water filter such a shocking thing? Scratching my cheek, I awkwardly offered an explanation.

“I found a book. I read it and learned how.”

It wasn’t a lie. I had deliberately stocked Happy House with a large supply of survival manuals.

Of course, in reality, it wasn’t just book knowledge. I also relied on memories of scientific experiments from my past life to master these skills more easily.

Harrison looked at me with a face full of questions but ultimately sighed without saying anything.@@novelbin@@

Instead, he approached me, squatted down to my level, and rolled up his sleeves.

“Just let me handle this. You don’t need to do it yourself, Young Miss.”

And then came the lecture.

Noticing the open kitchen door, where Nox was smoking a cigarette, Harrison shot him a sharp look. Startled, Nox extinguished his cigarette and rose from his seat, quietly slipping away to avoid the impending scolding.

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