Chapter 165 Meow Meow Meow
After he said this, everyone noticed it.
Team 11 was at the front of the line and were the first to drink the porridge. They had almost finished drinking it and were now holding their bowls and licking the bottom of the bowls.
What was strange was that Yi Cun Qing had another bowl of packaged porridge next to him.
Some people’s first reaction is that it’s wrong.
It is clear that each person can only buy one bowl, so how come Team 11 can buy one more bowl? Is this a privilege?
But everyone rubbed their eyes, looked at the 11th Team, and then looked at the bowl of packaged porridge.
For some reason, this scene looks familiar...
The bowl of porridge was covered tightly with three layers inside and three layers outside, and wrapped with a cloth strip, as if it was being packed up for someone to take back. Even in the freezing snow, they didn't want the hot porridge to lose even a bit of its temperature.
In this way, when that person opens the packaged hot porridge, he can still drink such a hot and sweet sip and express the same feeling as them: "It's so sweet and delicious."
Many people in the Eastern Base have seen the same scene many times to varying degrees.
...When the pancake stand in the black market food district was very popular, the members of the 11th team went there every day to support it and were always at the forefront. But when Mu Dongsheng realized it one day and wanted to try it, the pancake stall had already been sold out and the owner had closed it.
At this time, Murong Miao or Wang Li would run out with a smile and hand a tightly wrapped small package to Mu Dongsheng.
"Boss, Qi Qi, you are always so slow to react. Here, we packed it for you in advance and heated it up with supernatural powers. It's just like freshly cooked food. Come and eat it."
Every time that happened, Mu Dongsheng's handsome face would turn slightly red with embarrassment. He would take the pancake, nibble on it, and mutter, "It's delicious. Thank you."
The same goes for the limited-edition candies on the black market, the snacks found in the ruins, and the soda that suddenly became popular in the base...
No matter what it is, Team 11 will keep an extra portion and wrap it up in three layers inside and three layers outside.
——When their slow-witted captain suddenly wants to eat one day, they can always take it out like magic and hold it in front of him.
Just like this bowl of porridge in front of you.
The only difference is.
This time, the person they are waiting for will not appear again...
Facing the complicated looks from the crowd, the members of Team 11 did not explain anything. They just drank the porridge quietly, and the tightly packed bowl of porridge was placed next to them. No matter how much they liked the porridge, no one reached out to touch the bowl of porridge, no matter how clean they licked the bottom of the bowl.
That was reserved for Captain Mu.
…
In a corner that no one noticed, the thin figure shrouded in a cloak froze for a long time.
By this time he had reached the edge of the crowd.
There were no lively lights in front of Zhou Qiqi's shop, only a barren snowfield and the cold moonlight, which made his shadow very long and lonely.
He lowered his head and listened carefully to the sound coming from not far away.
In front of the porridge shop, the crowd fell into a brief silence, but soon there was new laughter. Although they were in a desperate situation, everyone gathered with their family and friends, drinking such a bowl of delicious hot porridge, and the cold doomsday did not make them feel desperate.
But Mu Dongsheng is different.
He is a person, and can only be a person, haunted by the souls of pollutants, always and forever.
He paused for a moment, then took another step, about to walk into the deep snow in the distance...
However, at this moment, a not-so-loud voice sounded behind him.
The old voice was trembling and a little dry, but he managed to pretend to be calm:
——"Captain Mu, are you Captain Mu?"
Mu Dongsheng's steps froze.
…
Yi Cunqing and the people from the 11th Team observed the figure silently from a distance for a long time.
The figure was deeply shrouded in a cloak, and his face could not be seen and his voice could not be heard. Anyone who saw him would probably think he was just an ordinary stranger.
But Team 11 is different.
Almost at a glance, they noticed something was wrong.
A strange sense of familiarity.
Others may not be able to discover it, but they were cultivated by Mu Dongsheng. They fought side by side countless times, gave their lives to each other, ate and lived together for so many days and nights, and endured the long doomsday night together...
They just watched silently at first.
Until the figure stood up and walked away from the crowd step by step.
Yi Cunqing couldn't bear it any longer, so he leaned on his crutches, grabbed the packaged hot porridge, and limped in that direction.
Murong Miao, Wang Li and others also followed him silently.
The other diners didn't know what was going on at first and just watched the fun. More people were immersed in the delicious pumpkin porridge and couldn't help themselves, drinking it eagerly.
For example, Wang Peng and his wife had no idea what was going on until their bowl of porridge was finished and everyone around them started talking about it. Only then did they look up in confusion, wipe their mouths, and join the group eating porridge.
Everyone whispered:
"Is Team Eleven crazy? Isn't Team Mu gone?"
"They must be hallucinating because of Captain Mu... passers-by are so innocent..."
"If Captain Mu is still alive, why doesn't he return to the base and let Li Zhou run rampant in the base?"
"But for some reason, I also felt that the man looked familiar. It's just that he was too thin and was always hidden by his cloak, so I couldn't see his face clearly. It was as if he was deliberately trying to hide something."
“…”
Others were talking about it, but the people at the center of the storm were silent.
Yi Cun Qing fell silent after saying that.
The members of Team 11 all had red eyes and did not speak a word, just looking at the thin figure.
Under the cloak, the young man clenched his palms, his knuckles turning slightly white.
...Looking closely, his whole body was trembling slightly.
The conflicting thoughts in his heart almost tore his flesh apart.
Want to admit it? Do you want to meet everyone from Team 11?
Of course I have thought about it, even in my dreams.
Every day and night spent alone in the Death Desert seemed longer than tens of millions of years. Only when the cold night was the most unbearable, and when he was tortured by the Meteoric Kiss and suffered unbearable pain, Mu Dongsheng would allow himself to start missing the Eleventh Team.
Think about the time when they fought side by side, think about the time when they finished their missions every night, drinking and laughing by the warm campfire, and the delicious food they always left for him, wrapped in layers of insulation strips, so that when he ate it, it was always warm... Think about how everyone teased him that he was as slow as a turtle, and that nothing he ate could keep up with the heat...
Mu Dongsheng didn't dare to think too much, for fear that the memories would fade away in the repeated recollection, like a child holding half a piece of old candy, who only dared to hold it in his mouth when it was most bitter, for fear that the little bit of candy would be dissolved and that it would never be there again in the future.
But now, the scene that I only dared to imagine in dreams appeared before my eyes.
Everyone from Team 11 was right behind him. They were waiting for him and calling his name. As long as he turned around and nodded, he would be able to recognize them.
Mu Dongsheng stood at the boundary between the crowd and the snowfield. Taking a step forward, there was endless dark ice and snow and desert. Behind him, his friend waved to him, bringing him hot sweet porridge and warm lights.
but……
The scenes of top-level pollutants wreaking havoc appear in the retina.
You never know when the meteorite will break out of its shell, but just a slight movement of your fingers will be enough to tear everything to pieces.
Team 11 was waiting quietly behind him.
I don’t know how long it took.
The figure moved.
The man wrapped in the cloak lowered his head and said indistinctly:
"You're wrong. I'm not who you think I am."
After saying that, he lowered his head.
He took a step forward and walked towards the snowfield in front of him.
…
At this moment, Murong Miao's clear voice suddenly came from behind:
"Captain Mu, are you leaving? What a pity..."
Under the cloak, Mu Dongsheng pulled the corners of his lips in self-mockery.
He knew that Murong Miao would definitely say something sensational, or even talk about some memories that would make Mu Dongsheng's nose sore, in order to keep him and force him to admit that he was Mu Dongsheng.
But he won't take the bait easily. Mu Dongsheng thought.
He quickened his pace.
But he still underestimated Murong Miao.
…The next second, the young man whose face was covered by the cloak opened his eyes wide and stopped instantly.
Because Murong Miao behind him spoke breathlessly:
"If you leave now, you won't be able to drink Boss Jian's seafood porridge, okay?"
As he spoke, Murong Miao held the freshly-cooked hot porridge in his hand forward.
——When you open the lid of the takeaway box, the unique aroma of the seafood porridge immediately spreads, drifting domineeringly across the entire desert with an unstoppable momentum!
If Mu Dongsheng turned around at this moment, he would see the appearance of the bowl of porridge: the snow-white and dense porridge bottom, still slightly boiling, the porridge bottom was thick and delicate, the rice oil from the long-term stewing floated on it, sprinkled with chives...but the most eye-catching thing is the seafood floating in the porridge bottom.
The tender and juicy shrimp, crab meat, abalone, and sweet shellfish are all cooked raw or cooked in the boiling porridge. In the hot steam, the firm meat looks fresh and chewy, and the taste of the seafood is also gradually integrated into the porridge. Just one bite of it is enough to make your eyebrows drop.
Everyone in the 11th team and the onlookers had their eyes glued to the bowl of porridge, unable to move away, their stomachs growling with greed.
——They had just finished drinking pumpkin porridge and were very satisfied, but the light sweetness of the pumpkin porridge became like an appetizer in front of this bowl of seafood porridge, making the gluttons in their stomachs even hungrier!
It was this bowl of seafood porridge that was brought to Mu Dongsheng by Murong Miao amid everyone's envious eyes.
...Mu Dongsheng didn’t look back immediately because of his strong willpower.
Listening to Murong Miao's words, Mu Dongsheng smiled meaninglessly and thought:
Haha, isn't it just seafood porridge? This is not enough for him——
Wait, what did you say? ! Seafood porridge? ? ! ! ! !
Boss Jian’s seafood porridge? ? ? ? ? ! ! ! !
It smells so good, he must taste it to see how salty it is before leaving! ! ! !
Otherwise, he won't be able to rest in peace even if he dies! ! !
...It was just a moment of stunned silence.
A gust of wind blew from somewhere, blowing open Mu Dongsheng's cloak, revealing the pale and beautiful face under the hood.
Mu Dongsheng's eyes were dazed and he was crying silently.
——The corners of his lips echoed it.
Smelling the aroma of the seafood porridge, Mu Dongsheng's mouth slowly drooled because he didn't have time to wipe it off...
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