Braised boiled is indeed a good child, and it is the type of pet that Song Xiaocheng is looking forward to. It doesn't shed much, it doesn't talk much, it's not sticky, and it has almost no disadvantages as a pet except for a little body odor. Especially the fact that he doesn't talk much is an advantage that Song Xiaocheng attaches great importance to. Although he learned to speak human words somehow, and Song Xiaocheng didn't know how to speak human words with his dog mouth, even if he could speak human words, he was still a good boy who didn't talk much.

That's probably why braised stew is so popular in the Mind Society. Not only did Lin Yu have to hold the boil on his lap almost every moment, but even those zombies threw down their work at every turn, ran over to touch its dog head or shake its little hand. Although the zombie girl Lily is expressionless, she keeps making excuses to pass by the stewed side. Even the AI electronic broadcaster Katyusha apologized to the boil, saying that he should not attack him with the FB-3000 ice bomb cannon, and kept stretching out the mechanical arm from the corner of the wall or next to the workbench, feeding the boiled and eating small sausages one by one.

It seems that there is no boundary between life and death for the cuteness of small animals.

Song Xiaocheng didn't bother to compete with those zombies for the opportunity to pet the stew, just sat on the sofa and read the dictionary. It vaguely mentions some concepts that Mr. Zeng has mentioned before, including "focusing and dissipating energy" or something, and describes in obscure Chinese that "the greater the density of energy passing through a fixed space, the higher the degree of distortion of space" or something. Song Xiaocheng feels that for his current self, the application value of this may not be very large.

In fact, he wasn't in much of the mood to study, after all, there were still so many things waiting in line to upset him—his strange coma, and the things he had experienced in his consciousness; Hiratsuka and Oni were about to bring his army of the undead to become a legitimate group, and his boast of the original chapter might be in vain; and Huan Lingyu, what was the big deal that Braised would let him go over in such a hurry?

"Chengzi, I'm actually carrying a lot. ”

For some reason, Huan Lingyu's words suddenly flashed in Song Xiaocheng's mind, as well as the calm look on his face when he said this.

Song Xiaocheng felt that his heart was cold enough: indifferent to gold and silver, not seeking fame and fortune, spitting on the world, and only pursuing his own physical and mental satisfaction. But after all, there are some things in this world that he still can't let go, such as Lin Yu, such as himself, and like what others think of him in the deepest part of his heart. This made him feel a sense of loss every time he compared himself with Huan Lingyu.

Compared with him, Huan Lingyu is simply an immortal who does not eat fireworks in the world.

Lying in bed at night, Lin Yu still slept like a dead cat, as if no matter what the world became, as long as Song Xiaocheng could lie beside her, she didn't care.

Lu Boiled also lay on the carpet in the two-person room, stretching out his four little short legs, and slept soundly.

Song Xiaocheng stared at the curtains, not knowing

The next morning, when Song Xiaocheng walked downstairs, there were already more than a dozen stainless steel square plates on the workbench in the lobby of the Western Hotel, which were full of sausages, fried bacon, boiled chicken breasts, fried eggs, and several large glass bowls, mixed with various citrus fruits. On the coffee table of each set of sofas are two stainless steel pots, a pot of steaming hot milk, and a pot of iced tea with beads of fog.

"That's great, a good day is about to start with a good breakfast, you're such a good AI!"

Teacher Zeng stretched his waist, walked over to Song Xiaocheng full of energy, sandwiched a plate full of fried eggs for himself, and sat on the sofa to eat. Song Xiaocheng also picked up a large white porcelain plate, picked out several boiled warm and soft white sausages, and poured a thick layer of black pepper sauce, and sat on the sofa where he often sits, frowning and eating with chopsticks.

"Hah! white sausage. It's really the first choice for breakfast!" Zeng Yi mistakenly praised Song Xiaocheng's plate. After a while, Lin Yu also sat beside him with two plates, one plate was some fruits and side dishes, obviously feeling that this kind of overly greasy food was not suitable for breakfast. The other plate is a sausage exactly the same as Song Xiaocheng, placed on the ground and placed in front of the stew.

Compared to the life of three meals a day in the Flame Brotherhood, which is all potatoes, or compared to the life of barely living on spicy strips and potato chips in the fire fortress, Zeng Yili and his zombies are literally living in paradise. Maybe that's the power of technology.

However, Song Xiaocheng still had a depressed death look on his face, and he still didn't hide it from Teacher Zeng, who was intoxicated with fried eggs.

"What's the matter, boy? Are the sausages not tasty?"

"Uh-huh! No, no, it's great. I've shopped online a few times myself, and it seems that there is a problem with my heating method. Song Xiaocheng replied as happily as possible, "The casing burst." ”

"Hah! You must have been boiling water for too long! Do you know this sausage......" He had been mistaken and chattered about the knowledge of sausages, from casings to materials to origin and origin, as if this little old man knew everything and knew everything, but the other people at the table were not interested, let alone Lily, who had been wearing a zombie face and only cared about eating a steak dripping with blood.

"Ah...... All right. What the hell is going on with you?" Zeng Yixuan finally stopped his sausage overview and continued to ask Song Xiaocheng, "Are you feeling depressed when you are about to leave Grandpa Zeng's hut?"

"yes, super low. Song Xiaocheng muttered half-truthfully, feeling a little strange, "Why do you care so much about me today?"

"Because I'm afraid you'll die!haha," Zeng Yi smiled unnaturally, as if he had seen through Song Xiaocheng's thoughts, "What's the matter?

"Who? Of course not, I like him very much, and Huan Shao is my best friend. ”

Song Xiaocheng had already finished his share of sausage, but continued to dip the head of his chopsticks in the black pepper sauce and stuff it into his mouth.

"Then why are you so reluctant? Didn't you have to wait to leave two days ago......? Tsk, you should really look at yourself from my point of view, black gas is about to come out of your head. ”

"I don't know, maybe the black pepper sauce is too salty, maybe because I'm going to have to walk a dozen kilometers with a dog to solve some 'very important things'. ”

"Hey, take care of your own business, don't vent on my sauce!" the female electronic announcer said loudly and emotionlessly, as a result of which the zombies in the entire hall raised their heads.

"Walking, don't you have a car? I mean, you don't have any transportation?" asked Zeng Yi, stunned.

"Nope. I hate cars, and I feel that cars bring a lot more trouble than convenience. ”

"That's before!" the little old man waved his hand impatiently, putting down the last two slices of fried eggs in his hand, "What era is it? No one cares how many points you have left on your driver's license! ”

While talking, Zeng Yi grabbed Song Xiaocheng's wrist and walked out of the hotel lobby through the back door, and Lin Yu and Lu Zhuo also followed.

The hotel's backyard appears to be a huge parking lot, at least as it should be, filled with cars and all sorts of oddly shaped machinery. Some look like a mountain cannon, some look like they've been remodeled from duck boats, some have a flat supercar that's even transparent throughout, as if it's glass, and even two things that look like humanoid mechs in the corner of the door.

"The mind knows the garage," before Song Xiaocheng could ask, Zeng Yi introduced it first, "This place is full of my little treasures!"

Song Xiaocheng looked at a mechanical vehicle that was almost two stories tall and had a mechanical arm stretched out, wondering if this kind of thing really should be called a "little baby".

"What are those two? Landing Vikings?" Song Xiaocheng used his voice to cover out the brawl and explanation that had been misplaced, and pointed to the two humanoid mecha in the corner.

“...... A city can be easily razed. Oh, tenderness and romance. The little old man replied, "That's not the point. Listen, boy, I've got to give you a car so you can get around in this day and age...... No, that's not the right word...... Smooth your journey...... No, no, no, in short, he can go wherever you want!"

"What?" Song Xiaocheng was slightly surprised, this is a big gift!

"A car, a vehicle, whatever you call him. Listen, boy, if I were to give you something, especially one in this yard, it would be even more awesome and shiny than anything you've ever seen!"

Yes, Song Xiaocheng did not doubt this at all. If this was the case, Song Xiaocheng felt that he would definitely choose those two humanoid mechas.

"It's not that kind of thing! It's a children's work, it's made by a fool. I'm giving you the coolest ...... in this parking lot," he said, chattering incessantly, leading them through the devil's labyrinth. Large machinery was parked in a haphazard manner, obscuring their view, and they couldn't see the entire parking lot. A few people twisted and turned, and for a moment they even had to wait for a garbage can with wheels to get out of the way before they could pass.

"I'm sorry for you......" Zeng Yi said to the trash can by mistake.

After walking for about three to five minutes, Song Xiaocheng even wondered if he was still in the parking lot. He couldn't help but look forward to what kind of cool god car would appear in front of him. He has grown so big, he really hasn't received many gifts, the most expensive gift he has ever received is probably a plane cup given to him by Lin Yu, and today ...... "a car"!

Finally, after walking through a row of iron shelves stacked with a large number of artificial arms, the group stood in a small circular clearing, and in the middle of the clearing was a car covered with colored striped cloth.

"Oh, uh, wow. Song Xiaocheng looked at the color striped cloth and felt an ominous premonition.

Zeng Yi mistakenly ignored him so much, walked straight to the middle of the field, and pulled down the striped cloth hard. As the covered plastic sheeting was pulled away, a dusty van was revealed in front of several people. Looking at the car logo composed of five red squares on the front of the car, Song Xiaocheng's heart suddenly cooled.

At this moment, the headlights suddenly lit up, as if a sleeping beast had opened its eyes. At the same time, an equally rough, monster-like voice let out a rumbling roar.

"Oh, it's Lao Zeng. I thought you had forgotten about me. ”