Chapter 247: Confused

If all the food in the buffet restaurant could not be taken away, she would never have spent her points to buy fruit in the mall.

Zhikang's movements were skillful and graceful, and he was obviously a good surgeon.

After packing a hundred boxes, Xia Yan stopped and put them all into the system grid. After thinking about it, she asked Zhikang to cut the watermelon into slices, put them in a fruit plate and go upstairs with her.

Chu Wanfu had already brought his men up to the second floor, and the huge lobby was instantly crowded with no space left.

There are many men taking off their coats and vests, with their strong shoulder and back muscles bulging. Although they look thin in clothes, they are actually very good-looking.

His wheat-colored skin, eight-pack abs, broad shoulders and narrow waist make people feel confused.

You can’t read any further. Don’t look at anything inappropriate. Don’t look at anything inappropriate!

I don't know who shouted, "Boss Xia is here, please make way."

Everyone watched her figure and made way for her to pass.

Xia Yan looked at the two rows of brown-flowered upper bodies in front of him, and suddenly had the illusion that he was the emperor choosing a concubine.

Looking up, I see the bulging pectoral muscles and piercing eyes that are impossible to look at directly. Looking down, it's even more impossible to look at directly...

Help, come and save her.

Xia Yan, who was always calm, almost walked out with his hands and feet in sync, not knowing where to put his empty hands.

She felt the word "embarrassment" deeply.

Thankfully, the road had an end, and she finally walked to the vending machine. With a bit of impatience, she took out a packaged plate of cut fruit from the system grid, priced at 30 points per plate.

"Wow, Boss Xia, do you have a fruit platter here?"

After stuffing the clothes into the washing machine, a burly man wearing only loose boxer shorts approached with emotion.

His voice was quite loud, at least everyone nearby heard it and gathered around again.

He pointed at the fruit plate in the vending machine and showed great interest.

This "corpse cleaning" trip came at the right time.

Xia Yan sniffed calmly, the stench of zombies rushing straight to her head, dispelling all the beauty in her mind.

She stepped back and said, "Yes, they are all fresh. Everyone buy as much as you need and don't waste it."

There is no need to introduce the freshness of the fruit plate, and they can also clearly see the price.

While everyone was crowding up to pick fruits, she slipped away and saw Zhikang wearing a white chef's hat in another crowd.

It seems that sliced watermelon is also selling well.

Xia Yan was satisfied to see the people coming out holding two or three slices of watermelon in their hands. They took bites while walking, and the sweet juice flowed out from the corners of their mouths. They finished the pink and tender watermelon flesh in two or three bites. The remaining watermelon peels were not thrown away, but were put into the bags of their team.

"The watermelon is so sweet. I haven't eaten such delicious watermelon in a long time."

"Of course not. I used to only eat the tip of watermelon, but now I want to eat the skin too."

"Sixth brother, don't throw the melon peels away. Take them home to dry and stir-fry or stew them in soup. This guy is wasting food and doesn't know how to live."

"I see. Hey, it's not satisfying to eat just a few slices of melon."

"In this world, it's good enough to have food to eat. Why would you need a bicycle? Let's go take a bath!"

Three or four tall men walked past her, and every word of their conversation floated into her ears.

Not satisfied? That’s not easy to solve.

Xia Yan immediately ran downstairs with a basket and a fruit knife. In order to make it easier to cut the watermelon, she also put a small dining cart into the system grid.

Returning to the second floor, she found a spot near the men's bathroom door. In full view of everyone, she took out a small cart, put a clean chopping board on it, and then took out a round watermelon and cut it in half.

After a crisp sound, the thin green melon skin reveals pink flesh without a single seed, and at the same time a faint fragrance wafts out.

To make it easier for them to bring the watermelon in, she ordered spoons and plastic wrap from the mall.

She placed two spoons on the half-cut melon flesh, then wrapped it tightly with plastic wrap and began to greet customers.

"I just heard someone say that eating sliced watermelon isn't satisfying enough. Now you can buy this watermelon for only 24 points. Don't miss out if you want to spend the night in it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a large group of people gathered around, scrambling to buy watermelons.

They know very well how rare watermelon is, that it is full of treasures and not expensive.

"Zhigang, come and cut the watermelon." Xia Yan quickly waved to call someone.

Everyone has different needs. Some people like to eat several varieties, while others like to eat just one type.

It doesn’t matter, Xia Yan satisfies both ends.

The fruit basket is right at hand. You can take as many as you want. Just tell her the number and she will give the rest.

Outside the crowd, Chu Wanfu and a few others gathered by the window chatting, and they couldn't help but sigh when they saw this scene.

"When it comes to doing business, Boss Xia is the best."

The others smiled foolishly and didn't dare to respond. This kind of complaints could only be made by the boss. Everyone knew that Boss Xia must not be offended, so how could they respond to such a remark?

Just smile foolishly and fool around.

Chu Wanfu didn't need their response. He watched for a while until most of the male soldiers had gone in before he set off.

"Let's go, I'll buy some watermelons and treat you guys to a feast."

Everyone is really happy.

...

Finally, there was no one in the front hall.

Xia Yan slumped in the lazy sofa, drinking lemon water to quench his thirst.

Xiong Xiong was using a mop to clean the wet floor that was covered with footprints.

Fortunately, the fresh air system is available throughout the building, otherwise the stench of sweat and zombies would linger in the hall for a long time. Not to mention her, even Xiong Xiong, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, would not tolerate it.

Xia Yan sniffed and could still smell a stinky smell at the tip of his nose. He turned back to look for the source of the smell.

Ten fully automatic washing machines were running at high speed, and a pile of dirty clothes was piled on the floor in the corner not far away, waiting to be washed.

It seems that this is the reason.

She snapped her fingers, and the transparent cube wrapped around the clothes, blocking the stench from escaping.

This function is really versatile. It can not only maintain order in the store, but also help her to step on it and hold some things. It is really a useful tool.

After counting the items in the vending machine, Zhigang walked over and said:

"Boss, the fruit plates in the vending machine are low. Do you need more?"

"Make up." Xia Yan stood up, "The female soldiers haven't come up yet."

After handing the fruits she ordered from the mall to Zhicang, she prepared to go to the lobby to check them out.

Female soldiers need more than just fruit plates; sanitary products and sports underwear are also urgently needed.

Especially in the past, underwear was about being exquisite and beautiful, but not durable. Even if there were no snagging or opening of the threads, deformation was inevitable, and it would be uncomfortable to wear for a long time.

If they have the conditions, they naturally want to change into new clothes.

Before Xia Yan even stepped into the store, the chattering and excited voices inside were about to break through the roof.

"Try this pink sports bra now, it's incredibly supportive!"

"Ah, there's also toilet paper. Say goodbye to the leaves and leave me two packs!"

"Even the gods can't stop me from stockpiling!"