The corpse waiter is busy.

In addition to the brains, they also have to gouge out the eyes on the human head, pry open the lips, cut off the tongue of the deceased, wipe the water off the tongue with a clean dinner cloth on a special pallet, and cut it into very thin slices with a sharp kitchen knife.

This is a sashimi practice that originated in the island nation.

Some of the corpses prefer the gills of humans.

There are also murderous corpses with a unique taste, they like human lymph glands, and they also have a soft spot for fresh yellow fat. This is a bit like some ethnic minorities eating pigs and beef fat in peacetime, and they don't need any dipping sauce.

The banquet lasted until late.

Song Caixia drank a lot of wine. She used this method to get herself drunk, not drunk, of course, but enough to block out the suspicious and guarded eyes.

Blood wine is something very special. Human blood contains ninety-five percent water, and the rest is protein, sugar, various minerals and trace elements. Only severely obese people may have a small amount of oil in their blood, and it is in a semi-solid form. God knows why the corpses like this drink of alcohol and blood. Their taste is always so peculiar that it's chilling.

Leaving the banquet hall, the driver sent Song Caixia back to her residence.

Standing on the balcony with the curtains open, the cold air stabbed her body like a knife. Song Caixia felt very comfortable, she needed this cold intent to dispel the frenzy and fear in her body.

Song Caixia cried "woo woo woo".

Even she couldn't tell why she was crying.

Is it for those who died?

Or is it because of yourself?

I've done enough.

I've done my best.

Pig and poultry farms are so large that they replace about half of the carcass. The farms outside the city produce a large base of food, enough to feed more than four times the number of human slaves at this stage.

I'm a human after all!

What exactly should I do?

What will the future look like?

Who's going to save me?

……

Chengdu, Fertility Management Camp.

Ma Lin did not continue to follow Zheng Xiaoyue. The job was replaced by a tall, beautiful woman. She looks smart in a white suit and skirt, with just the right ratio of thighs to her figure. She had even dyed her hair, the pale blonde kind, which reflected a harsh sheen in the sun.

The weather is unpredictable and unpredictable, with the sun shining through the clouds one second and raindrops falling from the sky the next. The woman in white had been prepared for this, and she stretched out a large black umbrella to cover Zheng Xiaoyue and half of her own body.

"Please follow me."

Although he used honorifics, his tone was unquestionably commanding. Under the umbrella, Zheng Xiaoyue followed her through the open space to the west of the management camp and walked into the office building guarded by armed guards.

It was a luxuriously decorated building, and the style was very different from the single rooms in front of the management camp. The rooms are brightly lit, the floors are polished, and there is even a constant supply of heating from the air conditioner. In the words of the survivors of the wild, this is the real mansion.

The woman in white walked directly into the restaurant with Zheng Xiaoyue and arranged for her to sit down on a high-backed chair.

It's dinner time.

The cutlery is exquisite: the ivory chopsticks are wrapped in silver, the lace of the porcelain plate is unusually exquisite, the lines are smooth, and the flat edge cuts form a straight line, which is definitely not the so-called "Jingdezhen" brand that is shoddy in the market.

In the middle of the table is a pot of beef stew, which has obviously been simmered for a long time, and the soup is soaked in fresh green mint. The snowflake fish is very authentic, the fillet knife is good, and it is served with red and bright peppers, which makes people very appetizing just by looking at it.

The roast chicken is cut into pieces and plated, and together with roses carved from carrots, it is arranged in an artistic shape.

The sautéed duck breast is fragrant, the oily fried garlic is sprinkled on the surface, the black and white sesame seeds are mixed together, and the green and white shallots harmonize everything.

Zheng Xiaoyue even saw Wensi tofu in a porcelain basin...... It's a labor-intensive dish that not everyone can make. Although the method is simple, in terms of meticulous knife work, I am afraid that there are few chefs in the world who can do it.

A plate of grapes sits next to the mushroom soup, steaming steamed dumplings with crab roe are served in a small bamboo cage, pan-fried spring rolls can be seen opposite the braised lion's head, golden crispy skin reveals bean sprouts, and finely chopped carrots.

As in the previous setting in the management camp cafeteria, soft music can be heard here. Of course, in terms of size, this place must be much smaller———— there is only a round dining table in a room of more than fifty square meters, the glass layer above can be rotated, and the front and rear doors are guarded. In addition to the woman in white who accompanied her in, Zheng Xiaoyue also saw that there were retainers with loaded guns in the corridor outside.

She probably expected what was going to happen.

The waiting time was not long, and Wang Yinjiang walked in from outside.

He was still wearing the same jacket, but up close, his fat belly was more prominent than before.

"Come on, Xiao Zheng, are you hungry? There's no need to be so restrained here, everyone is an acquaintance, you can take whatever you want to eat, and you don't need to be polite. ”

He chose a chair that happened to be opposite Zheng Xiaoyue and sat down, and then glanced at the woman in white, who nodded knowingly, turned around and walked out of the room, and closed the door.

The word "polite" never seems to have appeared in Zheng Xiaoyue's dictionary. She rolled up the sleeves of her clothes, grabbed the nearest salt-baked chicken, tore off a fat chicken thigh, stuffed it into her mouth and chewed it.

Anyway, let's talk about it when you're full.

Strictly speaking, Zheng Xiaoyue is not very hungry. But with so much delicious food in front of you, you can't let it go no matter what.

A lot of good things are gone.

I like spicy crayfish, kebabs sprinkled with a lot of cumin and chili powder, braised eel and steamed crabs, Zheng Xiaoyue has always liked to eat...... Oh, yes! Food, delicious food, memories of peacetime, in addition to the disappeared shopping, watching movies, traveling in parks, computer games, many friends get together to play karaoke and drink, only the last food information remains.

This is a bastard world, and even the simple desire to eat shredded potatoes with jealousy has become extremely difficult. However, the mind and the stomach are simply the most evil conspiracy in the world. One of these two bastards sent direct signals to his body, and the other racked his brains desperately to find the images in the depths of his memory that he desperately wanted to forget, but had been firmly engraved.

Zheng Xiaoyue has read "Ordinary World", and she has no interest in the hardships, love, survival, beliefs and other messy things of the protagonist in the book, but she is only deeply impressed by the pot of vinegared shredded potatoes that Sun Shaoan and migrant workers eat at the festival.

On Wang Yinjiang's dining table, there was still ice cream.

Zheng Xiaoyue unceremoniously reached out and grabbed it, scooped a little with a spoon and put it in her mouth, and suddenly, the familiar taste and sweetness overflowed on the tip of her tongue and spread all over her body.

It's McDonald's ice cream, which she used to like to eat the most.

Based on this alone, Zheng Xiaoyue thinks that Wang Yinjiang can definitely be successfully promoted from an "ordinary bastard" to a "mongrel" or a "trash".

After wandering in the wilderness for so long, Zheng Xiaoyue understands better than anyone else the importance of these delicious foods, as well as the significance of them to young girls...... Anything else, just such a small cup of ice cream is enough to tempt most young girls to consciously and voluntarily take off their clothes and take the initiative to climb into Wang Yinjiang's bed.

I hope this guy doesn't have that kind of idea about himself, just because he once knew each other, and invited himself to eat this meal.

Zheng Xiaoyue was certainly not afraid of Wang Yinjiang. She just felt that there were fewer and fewer beautiful things in this world, especially after seeing too many evil, mean, dirty, filthy, hateful, violence, barbarism and killing, Zheng Xiaoyue really didn't like this kind of thing to happen to people she knew.

It's just that the good things disappear. If you can't trust even friends and acquaintances, you will despair of everything.

"I remember you liked this ice cream."

Wang Yinjiang smiled and unscrewed a bottle of "Jian Nanchun", filled his cup, took a sip, and said in a show-off tone with a strong smell of wine spurting from his mouth and nose: "I asked someone to bring this ice cream machine back from McDonald's." I've heard you talk about it in the hospital before, and it seems that the ice cream there is delicious. ”

Zheng Xiaoyue raised her eyebrows: "We? ”

Wang Yinjiang nodded affirmatively: "It's you young nurses, when you are resting, you get together all day long, either discussing which mall's clothes are beautiful and on sale, or evaluating where the best things are delicious." Don't look at me as the dean at the time, but I care about you very much. How's that, this ice cream tastes good, right? ”

Zheng Xiaoyue pursed her lips self-deprecatingly.

Wang Yinjiang was right, the young nurses in the hospital at that time were indeed like this. In fact, it is not difficult to understand that young people, especially a group of trainee nurses who have just stepped out of school, are more curious than ambitious and have a game mentality over a work mentality for this society. Of course, everyone will be honest when they go to work, but if it's a weekend break, or even a lunch break, it means freedom.

Zheng Xiaoyue doesn't like the dominance of the conversation, so it is easy to be taken away by others. She immediately shifted the subject to her own interests: "Why are you here?" I heard from the administrator, you are the director of this fertility management camp? ”

"I escaped."

Wang Yinjiang picked up chopsticks with the arrogance of an official, put a piece of crispy fried tenderloin into his mouth, chewed slowly, and said slowly: "Kunming is over, I'm afraid there are not many living people in that place." I happened to be at home when the virus broke out, and I followed the rest of the community all the way out. ”

(End of chapter)