"Where is this kid going in the middle of the night?" He couldn't resist his curiosity and made the teddy bear fly. Luckily, although the teddy bear was quite big, it was not heavy enough, otherwise it wouldn't have been able to fly.

The window is open, so I can go out, but the teddy bear is stuck in the security window.

There's an opening at the bottom of the security window for emergency escape. To save time, Fang Hua simply opened the small door and jumped down.

His teddy bear was too big to squeeze out, so he had to wait upstairs.

Fortunately, Fang Hua hadn't gone far. He was just downstairs on the street, standing in front of a vendor's stall, pointing at the things displayed there.

There are many restaurants and eateries in this area, so there are many street food stalls, offering simple dishes like stir-fries and fried rice.

"Fang Hua, don't add chili peppers, make it with soup." He can't eat spicy food with this injury, he gets sick as soon as he eats it.

Fang Hua gave an OK sign from below and put some vegetables into the soup. This pot is similar to skewers, with skewers and soup, all cooked in one pot.

It smells delicious, but it's a bit unhygienic. If possible, he prefers to cook at home. His skills are just as good as anyone else's, and it's even more delicious. He's as skilled at cooking as he is at eating and brushing his teeth. He can do it with his eyes closed. It's quite fun for the two of them to eat until they're sweating profusely.

Unfortunately, he was injured, so all his words were just empty talk.

I heard that the primeval forest under the aircraft carrier has all kinds of materials, meat and vegetables. The ingredients transported up are all for seven-star hotels, for the rich and powerful to eat.

For a chef, a trip to a primeval forest would be a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Unfortunately, the conditions were too harsh, and not many people could go to be such elite soldiers. Those who could go had at least basic wilderness survival skills, various artillery operation certificates, and the ability to operate anything that flies, runs, or swims, in case of emergency.

They are almost all-rounders. But how many all-rounders are there? Moreover, there are age restrictions for enlisting in the army, ranging from eighteen to forty years old. Before the age of eighteen, they are all studying. After enlisting, they need to train for at least a few years before they can become elite soldiers. Elite soldiers need to train for a few more years before they can go to the primitive battlefield and be assigned tasks. Otherwise, they are just going to their deaths.

Keep in mind that orcs live in the wild and train every day; they are all elites, and people without a certain level of skill simply cannot defeat them.

"I got it." Fang Hua shook the takeout box and walked over carrying the snacks.

Besides the soup, I also bought barbecue, duck necks and other snacks. I ate them as I walked, and by the time they arrived, I had already eaten most of them.

"Did you buy this for me or for yourself?" Fang Rong snatched the soup away. He couldn't eat spicy food, so he could only watch Fang Hua eat.

Because I'm usually frugal, I rarely buy other things, and I seldom eat these snacks. Sometimes, if I haven't eaten them for a long time, I'll miss them, and Fang Hua is eating them so deliciously, so I'm really tempted.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" Fang Rong looked at the squid in his hand. "Give me a bite."

Fang Hua laughed and didn't say anything about him not being able to eat because of his injury. He just picked up a skewer of squid and fed it to him.

"Just one bite is enough, don't eat too much." He said it well, but he couldn't stop, and he was the one who suffered the most.

In the end, I went to the toilet alone, hesitantly, and couldn't come out for a long time.

Fang Hua went out very early. It was probably because of what he said yesterday that put pressure on him. In addition, he had said that once he got the mecha, he could do whatever he wanted. He was motivated and worked even harder.

Fang Rong didn't want to be idle either. In fact, his injury had almost healed, and it was just that his buttocks hurt. It wasn't to the point that it would affect his walking, so he could still walk slowly.

So he went downstairs to resume work. The boss was relieved to see him, as he hadn't worked for a long time and couldn't handle several days at once. Fortunately, Fang Rong appeared in time.

"How is Fang Hua's injury?" Fang Rong's excuse at the time was that Fang Hua was seriously injured, had a fever and a cold, and had a large gash on his body, so the boss made him rest.

"It's nothing."

Although they live on the same floor, the boss and his wife actually have a better home. They didn't go back often before they had a car, but now that they have a car, they go back every day.

"That's good. I haven't seen him for several days."

Fang Hua never took the usual route when entering or leaving the house; he would climb directly through the window of the stairs to avoid running into the boss and his wife.

Fortunately, the back door was diagonally opposite the stairs, so if you were careful you could get in, and Fang Rong wasn't discovered.

"Hospitals are expensive these days. You must have spent a lot of money the other day."

A few days ago, they went out to do a mission, and the lights in their house were never turned on. The boss thought they had gone to the hospital.

"It's alright." Fortunately, Fang Hua's recovery ability is amazing, and he recovered in a few days. Otherwise, the injuries he sustained every day wouldn't even cover the medical expenses. "It's still within my tolerance."

The kitchen already has two orders piling up. The owner is getting old and isn't as nimble as him, nor does he have the ability to multitask.

Fang Rong took over the work from him and continued, trying his best to stand straight so that the boss wouldn't notice anything amiss.

"That's good. You two brothers have it tough too. If you need any help, just let us know." It has to be said that although the boss was a bit stingy, he wasn't a bad person at heart.

"Okay, I'll let you know if anything comes up." Fang Rong took out a takeout box, put in a spoon and chopsticks, and the owner took it out. "Go check the front, you're busy."

"Hmm." Fang Rong felt much more relaxed after he left. She could change her position and continue, and since he had special abilities, she could also do it lying down.

It's best not to tell anyone about your special abilities, not even your closest friends or family, otherwise it will cause them trouble.

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