Li Yue licked her lips, looking at the food on the table and the townspeople around it: "It smells so good... Look, don't you think something's off about them?"
The city dwellers, who were eating, became noticeably plumper.
Xia Chuhe brought over a city resident whose first weigh-in result was 52kg. The man clung to the table and shouted, "What are you doing? What are you doing? I want to eat! Eat!"
Xia Chuhe dragged him along, even pulling the table to the front of the door.
The strong girl pried open the townsman's hands that were clinging to the table and threw him onto the scale—64kg.
In just a few minutes, I gained 12kg.
This is not normal.
Xia Chuhe pointed at the scale: "If you keep eating, you'll get so fat you'll die."
The man scrambled back to the table and continued stuffing food into his mouth, making himself look like a hamster: "Delicious...delicious..."
Seeing that he couldn't stop them, Xia Chuhe stopped trying. With these examples of city dwellers before them, Li Yue and Bu Yi's appetites diminished considerably.
Xia Chuhe sat in front of the glass door, seemingly lost in thought, but actually rummaging through the things in the farm warehouse to see if there was anything he could use.
A bottle of moisturizing cream caught Xia Chuhe's attention.
I got the moisturizing cream from Weng Xintian at the Cape Trading Market.
At that time, Bao'er was not used to the weather in the wasteland, and her face was chapped. Xia Chuhe specifically mentioned this when he made his demands.
If you cannot change your innate conditions, you can adjust them later in life.
The whitest thing in the warehouse—
Xia Chuhe's gaze fell on a bag of flour that had just been ground in the mill.
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