"Okay, okay! I admit that your friend is very good, okay?" The big bird turned around and made a gesture of surrender.
Dafengche shrugged, looked at Jiang Ling who was hiding behind him, and continued the topic, "In the second half of the day, brother...how are your kids at home? How are they doing now?"
"I'm not sure about that," Jiang Ling replied. "I just parted ways with her a few hours ago. Right now, she's probably celebrating Children's Day at a classmate's house a few hundred kilometers away. My family's situation is quite special, and the child has been with me for nine years, so I don't have any thoughts about continuing my genes for the time being."
"Is it radiation sickness? I understand. We're all grown men, we can understand! It's already amazing that you can survive 'that'. I remember on the anniversary day five years ago, the news counted the number of deaths caused by 'that'. Tsk, how many was it? Look at my memory, I only remember this data - a 9.2% survival rate." The big bird turned around and patted Jiang Ling a few times to comfort her.
She didn't try to refute them. Maintaining the misunderstanding was in everyone's interest, and because of the confidentiality agreement, she couldn't reveal any more information.
Big Windmill was silent for a moment, trying to change the heavy topic. "I think your life is pretty good these days, huh? I saw on the news that 30% of the surface pollution in the Asian block has been cleared. If you have time, could you show us some footage of your hometown? We haven't been back to Earth in over a decade."
"It turns out you've been here for more than ten years? I didn't even keep track of the time!" The naked man with the Kun head shouted.
"Wait, wait." Jiang Ling took the initiative this time. "Is your perception of time very slow now?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Okay, then I'll ask you a few questions. You must tell me in detail."
"Okay, okay."
Jiang Ling nodded and said in a serious tone: "Do you remember what you had for your last meal?"
"Of course. It's synthetic rations with a bacon flavor, a cup of black tea flavored vitamin drink, and a bottle of gourd fruit from Mars." Big Bird answered smoothly.
"Can you describe the taste?"
Big Bird reminisced, "Well, the synthetic rations had a pretty standard smoky flavor, a hint of salt, and a grainy texture when chewed. That's probably because they added fiber to aid digestion. The drink was a bit sour, with a strong tea aroma, and had a slightly refreshing effect. The gourd fruit had relatively little water and was sweet, but that might have been from being in the freezer, and the ice crystals ruined the flavor."
"Very good. Have you ever tasted those on Earth?"
"Let me think... the last time I had barbecue was probably twenty years ago, it was grilled chicken... Drinks should be very common, but they don't seem to have this sour taste, more fruity... As for bottle gourd fruit, I don't remember having bottle gourd fruit." Big Bird Zhuanzhuanzhuan spoke very slowly this time.
"That's enough." Jiang Ling said, stroking his chin. "Now I have one last question - how many times have you eaten food that tastes like this?"
"once."
"Once? Are you sure? How could you remember the taste of an ordinary set meal so clearly?"
"I'm sure, it was definitely once. Maybe the taste is more to my taste, so I remember it more clearly." He confirmed.
"Okay. I think it's best if you don't go on this business trip to Titan. Your mental state is worrying," Jiang Ling said to him in a very professional tone. "You should leave your post immediately and go to an orbital residence, or any nearby planet where you can encounter people, to recuperate for a while. If you don't believe me, you can see a psychiatrist. I estimate that your deep space syndrome is between three and four. If it continues to progress, you may die of overeating or starvation without supervision, or even open the exoskeleton helmet in the hypoxic chamber."
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