"Fuck you biaozi slut, Lao Tzu has raised you until now, and you still dare to eat alone behind my back.

A slut like you must have already eaten enough to come back.

Don't pretend to be pitiful to Lao Tzu, biaozi is biaozi, and Lao Tzu won't eat you. ”

Niu Dazhu couldn't help but scold indignantly while eating quickly.

He had to eat all the meat as soon as possible, or he would be robbed of it by a few of his other good brothers.

Hua Ling was just lying on the ground at the moment, and she couldn't even say a word.

Niu Dazhu cursed loudly, and some people were woken up by his voice.

can be reminiscent of Niu Dazhu's frequent beating and scolding of Hua Ling, everyone has long been surprised, and naturally no one has come to interfere or anything.

In this team of homeless people, no one dares to provoke Niu Dazhu yet.

Niu Dazhu had a great appetite and quickly ran out of food.

He casually threw the bowl on the ground, and then grabbed Hua Ling's hair directly with his greasy hands.

"Say, where did this meat come from? That bowl is also quite new, and it is not easy to look at......

"I, I picked up ......"

Hua Ling lied, he didn't have any technical content, he knew what kind of character Niu Dazhu was, and he didn't want to cause any more trouble to the kind white-clothed officer.

"Heh, don't say yes?"

Niu Dazhu sneered, and then slapped the face of the flower butterfly next to him, and the flower butterfly was slapped away at once, and then he shrunk and cried with his head tightly.

"Don't, don't hit her......"

Hua Ling was immediately anxious.

"If you don't say it, do you believe it that Lao Tzu demolished that little slut's leg?"

Hua Ling knew very well that Niu Dazhu had done such a heartbreaking thing.

So, despite her reluctance, she still said......

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The next day, Team A's camp started a free food distribution activity.

The reason for this is that some meat that is not suitable for bacon is not suitable for bacon, and some grains that are about to die are going bad.

Team A couldn't eat everything for a while, so in the name of "mercy and generosity", they provided a meal to the nearby refugees.

Of course, in fact, there is also the idea of picking some good seedlings in it.

After all, with the current A team, there are still too few people with more than 500 people.

In this event, basically all the displaced people in the vicinity went, and the food distributed was naturally meat porridge.

Niu Dazhu took a big bowl, the one that Hua Ling brought back yesterday.

The soldiers of Team A, who were in charge of making porridge, obviously recognized the bowl, but they only glanced at the second cook next to him, but the second cook didn't say anything.

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The soldier gave Niu Dazhu half a bowl.

"Hey, a little more, tsk, aren't there still so many?"

Niu Dazhu looked at the meat porridge in the huge cauldron.

The second cook next to him nodded, and the soldier took another spoonful.

Niu Dazhu went to the side with the hot meat porridge, blowing vigorously while drinking, with a very enjoyable expression on his face.

Not long after, his brothers also came over with bowls of porridge, and they bragged and chatted about various topics.

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Regarding the almsgiving food this time, Hua Ling and Hua Butterfly are the last two in line.

Because no one informed her.

Hua Ling was beaten by Niu Dazhu and fainted last night, only to feel that the lower half of her body hurt badly when she got up in the morning.

Seeing that everyone was gone, Hua Ling asked where the only flower butterfly that was still there had gone.

Hua Butterfly pointed in the direction of Team A's barracks, and said vaguely: Good Samaritans, they said they had something to eat.

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In short, the reality is harsh.

Hua Ling was the last in line, and when it was her turn, the cauldron just bottomed out.

"No, let's end here, let's go!"

The soldier was already planning to move the pot away, but Hua Ling hurriedly grabbed him:

"Please, please, give us a little, just a little...... At least give this kid some ......."

The soldier seemed indifferent, for kindness in this underworld was worthless.

"It's all said and done!"

The soldier pulled his hand back, and his face was not good.

At this time, Hua Ling happened to see the second cook next to her, who was making porridge for the soldiers of Team A.

It was a bigger pot, and there was more porridge in the pot, and it was obviously better to have better ingredients.

Hua Ling recognized the second chef and hurriedly said:

"My lord, it's me, my lord, we met last night!"

"Yes, you recognize ......"

The second chef was a little helpless, and then said:

"I'll give you some, where's the bowl?"

The second cook made a spoonful of meat porridge, but Hua Ling was immediately stunned when she heard the sound.

Only then did she realize that she didn't have a bowl at all.

Everyone else looked at her with cold and playful eyes, and the flower butterfly behind her buried her head in her clothes, as if she was afraid of these people.

Hua Ling was in a hurry.

I saw the second cook at this time:

"If you don't have a bowl, you can't help it, I'm sorry, I can't help you. ”

The second cook gradually ran out of patience, he didn't have any ill will towards the refugees, but he didn't have much affection for them.

The only thing he would do was heed the orders Eleven had conveyed last night with the help of Vice-Captain Hua Go.

Just don't deliberately make things difficult and provoke the refugees.

This is the most basic requirement, and the second chef is only ready to do this.

This is not a human being, and there is no need to consider the feelings of refugees at all.

Nor would there be so many Virgins who would criticize him for his indifference.

"Next!"

The second cook planned to beat this spoonful of porridge to the next soldier.

But at this time, a pair of thin hands had stretched out.

It was Hua Ling, he put his hands under the spoonful of meat porridge, in the shape of a bowl, and said tremblingly:

"It's okay, no need for a bowl ......"

Hua Ling showed a forced smile, which made people look sad.

The second cook was stunned for a moment and said:

"Damn, are you crazy?

However, Hua Ling still said:

"Hemp, excuse me, sir......"

The second cook looked a little hesitant, and at this moment, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"What's wrong?"

The second cook was startled, and quickly turned the spoonful of porridge back into the pot.

Fortunately, it didn't fall on Hua Ling's hand, otherwise it would have been very hot.

"Captain, this woman ......"

The second chef looked at Eleven, and then pointed to Hua Ling behind him, thinking about what to say.

Eleven glanced at Hua Ling and found that there were bruises on her face, and her complexion was worse than last night.

Eleven glanced around again and spotted a stronger-looking refugee eating porridge from the new bowl Team A had just bought.

The refugee was chatting with a couple of men.

In Eleven's impression, Team A's new bowl was given to this Hua Ling last night.

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"Big, sir......"

Hua Ling also recognized Eleven at this moment, and once again showed that kind of heartfelt gentle smile on her face.

It's just that this time there was a hint of pleading in his eyes.

Eleven just said lightly to the second cook:

"Give her a big bowl and make a bowl of porridge!"

Eleven glanced at the flower butterfly hiding behind Hua Ling again.

"Let's get another bowl of meat, the kind I ate in the morning. ”