Chapter 195 "I'm dying, why did you take this thing out?"
After drinking a cup of insect milk, Yang Ning slowly opened his eyes. He smacked his lips, and it had a rich milk flavor.
How long has it been since he last drank milk? Counting the time, it was only in the first few months of the apocalypse that he could still find fresh milk to drink. After that, the milk was expired, and even if there was fresh milk, it was not affordable for ordinary people like them.
Things that were looked down upon and commonplace before the end of the world have all become rare items after the end of the world.
"Are you awake? Do you want to eat something else?" Zuo An came over and stretched out his hand to help Yang Ning sit up.
"Other things?" Are there other things besides wheat cakes these days?
Yang Ning's mind hadn't come to its senses yet, or rather, before he passed out, he was running for his life and was in a state of panic. Even though he was awake now, his limbs were sore and weak, and his mind was a little confused due to excessive consumption.
"Look, we have all kinds of food here. Steamed buns, soy milk, and fried dough sticks are the basics. We also have Sichuan cuisine, Shandong cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, and anything else you can think of." Zuo An saw Yang Ning's bewildered expression and paused. "Of course, since you've been hungry for a long time, you can't eat anything too greasy all at once. Let me prepare it for you."
"You take a rest for a while, I'll prepare something to eat for you." Zuo An stood up and walked towards the tea room, and by the way, he used his mobile phone to search for what is suitable for people who often don't have enough to eat.
Hearing the footsteps fading away, Yang Ning suddenly sat up from the sofa. The moment he sat up, he panicked, his head went dark, and he almost fainted again.
"Don't be so anxious, kid. You have low blood sugar now."
Yang Ning looked in the direction of the sound and saw a water-blue ball floating in the air, blinking its somewhat funny little eyes at him.
"Ah!" Yang Ning screamed subconsciously, and took out a sharpened iron stick from somewhere, the length of a palm, and waved it in front of his chest, "Monster, monster, don't come over here."
"Fuck you monster!" The ball was unhappy. It had such a round body, two cute little tentacles on its head, and two little hands. Who wouldn't say that it was a cute little baby?
"You are the monster, your whole family is a monster!" The ball flew in front of Yang Ning in an instant, almost sticking directly to Yang Ning's face.
Yang Ning's pupils shrank, and he leaned back to avoid the attack of the blue ball. He swung his right hand and stabbed the ball hard. The ball sneered and flew away.
"Yuanqiu, don't scare him." Zuo An came out with a bowl of warm lean meat porridge. "Don't be afraid, his name is Yuanqiu, and he sometimes has a childish temper."
Yang Ning huddled on the sofa, closely watching Zuo An's movements. He saw him put the things down and take a few steps back.
"Hello, let me introduce myself. My name is Zuo An, and I'm an employee of the Wanjie Marriage House." Zuo An raised a soothing smile.
"The House of Marriage among All Worlds." Yang Ning repeated what Zuo An said, his eyes wandering in this so-called House of Marriage among All Worlds. There were white walls, soft apricot sofas, green plants, small pink flowers, and steaming porridge on the coffee table.
For a moment, Yang Ning thought he had returned to the time before the end of the world and casually walked into a coffee shop that was exquisitely and warmly decorated. However, when Yang Ning turned his head slightly, he saw zombies walking back and forth on the street outside the glass window.
The joy that was originally overflowing disappeared in an instant.
Damn it, he is still in the apocalypse!
"Yes, this place is called the House of Marriage between All Worlds. You are safe now, don't be afraid." Zuo An, who has experienced the strange world, is gentler and more tolerant to the people in the disaster world.
Zuo An flinched when he saw Yang Ning looking outside, and quickly explained, "Of course you don't have to worry about the zombies outside. They can't get in."
"By the way, what's your name? Can you tell me?"
"I, my name is Yang Ning." The young man in front of him was called Zuo An. He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and beige trousers. He had a pair of bright and clear eyes, fair and rosy skin, and his whole body exuded the aura of being well-pampered.
He is like every college student who has not stepped out of the ivory tower before the end of the world, clean, healthy and full of vitality.
I used to be like that, growing up carefree under the protection of my parents and the motherland. My biggest worry at that time was that I had spent more than my living expenses, and how to make up a reason to ask my parents for more.
But now, Yang Ning looked at his hands tightly gripping the iron bar and couldn't help shrinking. His nails were full of dirt, his skin was rough, and his palms were covered with thick calluses. He looked like a man in his forties or fifties who did hard labor every day, but he was only twenty-four years old.
"Hello, Yang Ning, would you like to eat something first, and then we can talk slowly." Zuo An pointed to the lean meat porridge on the coffee table.
Yang Ning stretched his neck forward, looking at the steaming porridge. The unique aroma of food lingered at the tip of his nose, and his stomach growled.
"You should eat something first. Don't worry. We have plenty of time." Zuo An said. In order to prevent Yang Ning from getting nervous, he grabbed the ball and walked back to the service desk.
The House of Marriage between All Worlds here now is the same as the House of Marriage that was left in the strange world of advent, both of which are in the shape of a rectangular coffee shop.
Mainly because the current zombie world, the civilization before the apocalypse is similar to the civilization in the strange world that came. The shape of coffee shops that could be seen everywhere before the apocalypse can make people who enter here let down their guard.
After seeing Zuo An and the strange ball leave, Yang Ning finally couldn't resist the temptation, picked up the spoon, and put a mouthful of lean meat porridge into his mouth. The soft rice mixed with the tender lean meat, dotted with green onions, was fresh, fragrant and mellow.
Big tears fell from Yang Ning's eyes. It had been a long time since he had eaten rice, let alone meat.
The food for the ordinary people who survived now is mainly wheat cakes. Although they are called wheat cakes, in fact, most of them are wheat bran mixed with various edible weeds and a small amount of flour.
Not only does it make my throat uncomfortable when I swallow, but it also tastes bitter and astringent.
But what can they do? Ordinary people are not like those with special abilities. They can earn merit points by killing zombies and mutant plants and animals to exchange for survival supplies.
These ordinary people work hard all day and only get two or three wheat cakes. Apart from barely surviving starvation, they have no quality of life at all.
This is also why, even though ordinary people know that it is easy to die when looking for resources, some people still want to come out and give it a try.
If you find something good, you can live a good life for a few days. If you really can't find anything good, you can go back alive. The reward for surviving is much more than doing odd jobs in the inner city.
It’s too hard. It’s really too hard to survive.
Zuo An couldn't help feeling sad when he saw Yang Ning crying silently while eating. He quietly asked Yuanqiu, "Can he be our guest?
"Well, if he is determined." Yuanqiu did not confirm directly.
"What does it mean? Strong will?" Zuo An suddenly thought that this time the sphere only gave him information about the zombie world, and did not give him information about another world.
"Yes, if his will is not firm, that bowl of lean meat porridge will be his last meal." The ball squeezed out from Zuo An's hand and flew to a place where Zuo An could not catch it.
"What do you mean? Is the connected world very cruel?" Zuo An lowered his voice, fearing that it would disturb Yang Ning who was eating.
"Hehe." The ball chuckled, took out an object from the space and placed it on the service desk.
Zuo An took a closer look and immediately jumped up from the stool.
"I'm dying, why did you take this thing out?"
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