Chapter 170 A Qualified Working Person
Although the kitchen had prepared many self-heating boxed meals, none of the four dared to take more than three. They ate three boxed meals and then stopped eating.
Just as they were feeling very satisfied and wondering how lucky they were, the pig finished eating the rice in the bowl, looked up and said, "Hey, sir, I want to eat spicy food too. I haven't had spicy food in so long."
The pig spoke!
It wants to eat spicy food!
All four of them were stunned.
Ling Ran took a bite of the tender beef, and upon hearing this, she pondered, "Can pigs eat spicy food?"
Before anyone else could answer, Wu Tong replied, "Yes, sir. Pigs can eat spicy food."
"Um."
Ling Ran nodded and continued eating her hotpot.
Wu Tong: "..."
Does this mean you agree or disagree, sir?
If he asked Su Yimo, Su Yimo would definitely tell him: Don't overthink it. The adult isn't asking because she cares about you; she just wants to know if pigs can eat spicy food.
After eating hot pot, everyone was sweating quite a bit.
"Eating hot pot in the dead of winter is really great."
"Yes, if we weren't in a hurry to get somewhere, and if we had some wine, life would be absolutely wonderful."
Everyone enjoyed the meal and then helped clean up the leftovers.
Su Yimo then prepared bathwater for Ling Ran.
After eating hot pot last time, Ling Ran felt that she smelled bad, so she took a shower and changed her clothes. This time was no exception.
Ling Ran gave Su Yimo an approving look.
This emo is doing better and better; he's truly a competent working man.
Upon receiving the boss's gaze, Su Yimo held her head high and puffed out her chest, feeling that she could serve him for the rest of her life!
After taking a shower, Ling Ran felt sleepy again. She yawned, put on the audiobook that Gu Zijing had recorded in her spare time, and fell asleep.
They slept until 2 p.m. before continuing their journey.
It's worth mentioning that the hail has stopped, and even the wind has subsided considerably.
Chen Nianshen, who wasn't in the same car as Ling Ran, asked the people in the back, "How long does a hailstorm usually last? Is there a pattern?"
"It takes half an hour to an hour, but there's no regularity, but it usually happens every few days."
"That's right, that's why no one dares to go out easily. If you're outside and it happens to be hailing, those hailstones are so big that even a superhuman could easily be killed by them. Even if they aren't killed, they'll be injured and it'll be troublesome. Medical supplies are scarce and very expensive."
Pei Yi, in the passenger seat, asked, "Then what are you doing out here? There's no rush to collect crystal cores, is there?"
After all, if you lose your life, you lose everything.
They're only level one ability users, too weak. Coming out here is just asking for death.
The group gave a wry smile: "If we hadn't been forced to, we definitely wouldn't have come out. But some of our people have fevers and urgently need antipyretics, but one antipyretic pill in the base is now being sold for the price of a hundred level-one crystal cores. How can we level-one ability users afford that?"
In such dire circumstances, even a minor illness can be fatal.
Many survivors in the base have already died from minor illnesses.
In the apocalypse, human life is worthless; apart from those who love them, no one cares or pays attention.
“We have fever reducers.” Pei Yi raised an eyebrow slightly. “We can sell them to you for fifty crystal cores each.”
Actually, Pei Yi and his group had a lot of this medicine; giving it to them for free wouldn't be impossible. But people's hearts can't withstand the test.
The group's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "Really?"
Fifty crystal cores for one fever reducer pill—that's half the price of what it is at the base!
"Um."
"Great! I want to buy it!"
"I want one too!"
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