Nanqiu knocked on the door for a while, but did not respond, but heard a muffled sound, what seemed to be something, and fell to the ground.

The sound was not loud, Nanqiu approached the door panel to listen, and heard a whimper.

What's wrong?

He opened his backpack, and in his bag, there was a set of tools.

Take out a wire, bend it at a suitable angle, grasp it with his left hand, he stretches out his right hand, uses two fingers to clamp the cat's eye, and rotates it vigorously.

The cat's eye on the door fell, revealing a small hole.

The wire was deeply inserted into the hole, Nanqiu rotated the wire, adjusted the angle, and the wire hooked to the doorknob, and went down with the handle.

There was a click, and the door opened.

The door of this old community can only prevent a gentleman, but not a thief.

Thanks to these easy-to-open doors, the survivors were able to go to these locked houses and search for supplies.

After putting away the wire, Nanqiu pushed the door in and closed the door.

The living room was destitute, and on the balcony, plastic buckets, pots and pans were placed together, and the curtains were closed.

In the second bedroom next to it, there was a strange sound.

Nanqiu walked to the door and saw a middle-aged man in his forties with a thin face, hanging in the air.

A sheet, dangling from the iron rod above, tied in a loop, was put around the man's neck.

The circle did not strangle the man's neck, and the man grabbed the sheet with both hands, struggling to support it.

"Help, help!" When the man saw Nanqiu, his eyes lit up and he hurriedly asked for help.

The anger came out of his mouth, he let out his strength, his hand slipped, and his neck was in the set, like a doll on a sunny day, dangling on the ceiling.

Nanqiu hurriedly picked up the chair on the ground, grabbed the man's feet, and put it on the chair.

The man stood firm, his head coming out of the condom, frightened, breathing heavily.

The shaking sheets hit him in the face, and he was startled, slowly squatted down, cautiously, got out of his chair, sat on the ground, and gasped violently.

Nanqiu was also frightened.

The man should be Wang Dafu, if he dies, who will he find to complete his order?

All you lost was your life, what I lost was my order!

There were still a few minutes left in the time limit, and Nanqiu hurriedly took out the lunch box from his backpack.

"Wang Dafu?" He asked.

"You know me?" Wang Dafu was surprised.

"Your takeaway." Nanqiu threw the lunch box to Wang Dafu.

Wang Dafu hurriedly caught it.

This delivery guy doesn't seem to be very friendly.

If it was two years ago, Wang Dafu would have to give a bad review, but now ......

He burst into tears: "Big brother, are you so thoughtful in your service?" It's full of zombies out there! ”

"The lunch box is mine, I'm going to eat it, I'm going to take it." Nanqiu urged.

He runs a takeaway restaurant, not a takeaway, just delivers, the order has not been completed, and the customer is asked to eat the meal.

【Order: One soy sauce fried rice】

[Orderer: Wang Dafu]

【Status: Dining】

"Okay, you wait for me for five minutes, no, one minute!" Wang Dafu opened the button of the lunch box and opened the lid.

A grain of rice caught his eyes.

The aroma of rice and soy sauce wafted into his nose.

He was stunned, he felt that the scene was too wonderful, too dreamy, not like it was real.

He pinched his face, because he was in a trance, he didn't feel it, so he weighted his hand.

The pain that was enough to make him scream came from his face.

He was convinced, this was not a dream!

In front of him, it was soy sauce fried rice!

The appearance and aroma of fried rice drilled into his brain. The brain space, which is not rich, has all given way to fried rice, and the habits, reserve, and etiquette of using chopsticks have been squeezed out of the brain.

He made eagle claw work, pinched up a ball of fried rice, stuffed it into his mouth, and looked crazy.

Nanqiu took two steps back, Wang Dafu's eyes were too hungry and too strong, like a vicious dog and a greedy cat.

After eating two bites, Wang Dafu cried.

The taste of rice and soy sauce comes from the tip of the tongue. The tongue, which I thought had lost its sense of taste, reawakened its passion, wrapped the rice in the tongue coating, and felt the roughness of the rice grains with the tip of the tongue.

Protein and carbohydrate nutrients go into the stomach. Alone in the empty boudoir, the stomach that has been lonely for a long time, finally waited for her lover, she was full of enthusiasm, used all her skills, secreted acid, and constantly peristals, welcoming the arrival of nutrition.

Since he was a child, Wang Dafu has eaten soy sauce fried rice many times, and from his experience, the soy sauce fried rice in front of him is not a qualified dish.

The rice is sticky, the taste is very light, there is little soy sauce, no eggs, no chopped green onions......

This fried rice is not unsatisfactory, at least it can be said to be useless.

However, Wang Dafu is willing to award the title of "the best fried rice" to this soy sauce fried rice.

If the food he ate before the end of the world was a pile of skills, then this fried rice was all emotion, a full emotion.

Any skill, in the face of abundant emotions, is vulnerable!

In "God of Food", the judges ate the gloomy ecstasy rice and shed tears of emotion, Wang Dafu previously thought that although this paragraph was emotionally in place, it was too fake to think about it, how could anyone eat fried rice and cry.

Today, he knew he was wrong.

Putting down the clean lunch box, he licked the rice grains on his right hand and wiped the corners of his eyes with his left hand.

He wept. Not because of the touching or the onion, but because I finally had a full meal.

Probably because the stomach has been open for a long time, the technique has regressed, and this time I ate extraordinarily much, it was too intense, and my stomach was a little uncomfortable.

"A bottle of water?" Nanqiu took out a bottle of water.

"Thank you." After taking the water and taking two sips, Wang Dafu felt much better.

He used both hands, holding the lunch box, to give it to Nanqiu.

Suddenly, he stopped.

He said, "Shall I wash you?" ”

After speaking, without waiting for Nanqiu to agree, he went to the balcony, found a basin of cleanest water, sank the lunch box into it, and washed it carefully.

He is very serious and more attentive than spending the night with his girlfriend for the first time.

On the wall of the lunch box, a few oil flowers floated out and gathered on the water, and Wang Dafu's eyes narrowed with a smile.

These oil flowers can be used to drink.

Earned!

After cleaning it carefully and not leaking a trace of oil, Wang Dafu handed the lunch box to Nanqiu, reluctant to give up.

【Order: One soy sauce fried rice】

[Orderer: Wang Dafu]

[Status: Checking out]

"Pay when you're done, five dollars." Nanqiu said.

Wang Dafu walked to the bedroom, and in the corner, found the banknotes thrown on the ground.

The cabinet where the money was originally put was burned when the firewood burned it, but fortunately the money was not burned.

He picked up the banknotes, unfolded them, folded them, put the coins on them, walked out, and handed them to Nanqiu.

Nanqiu took it, picked up five coins, and put the rest on the ground.

Seeing Nanqiu walking through the living room and coming to the door, he was about to go out, Wang Dafu had to believe it.

This fried rice really only costs money like waste paper.

Moreover, a bowl of five yuan, the price has not increased since the end of the world, and it will be delivered!

What a conscientious merchant!

"Wait!" He stopped Nanqiu, "Can I still order food in the future?" ”

Nanqiu stood up and asked him, "How did you order food?" ”

Wang Dafu told Nanqiu that he saw a small advertisement outside the window and accidentally made a phone call.

Nanqiu thought to himself, the same as he set it in the game.

Survivors, when their yearning for food accumulates to a certain extent, will see advertisements for takeaway restaurants, and at the same time, they can make phone calls.

According to the program set by him in the game, a survivor will order food again after about a week.

In the game, the story time is the twentieth year of the apocalypse, and the survivors who are still alive have their own food sources, but they can't eat well.

In the real world, it is only the second year of the end of the world, and most of the survivors have no stable food source, and by next week, they can order takeout, and they will almost starve to death.

Just like this Wang Dafu, he is obviously exhausted, and it is estimated that he will not last next week.

Nanqiu couldn't do anything, and when he was developing the game, he didn't set this situation up.

He didn't answer Wang Dafu's question, opened the door and walked out.