Before meeting Wu Yuange, Nanqiu had never thought that the survivors could go crazy to such an extent.

At first, the phone conversation went smoothly, and Nanqiu only thought that the other party was an ordinary survivor.

When he arrived at the other party's house, he knew that he was wrong.

"Wow, you're pretty professional! It's me, my imagination is so strong! ”

Wu Yuange closed the door and looked at Nanqiu's arm wrapped in duct tape and books.

Without waiting for Nanqiu to answer, he continued: "I've watched zombie movies before, so this is to prevent zombies from biting their arms, right?" The arms are indeed the most dangerous place. ”

At this moment, Nanqiu has not been able to determine Wu Yuange's mental state, although he wonders what he means by "strong imagination", he just thinks that he is a little extroverted.

Taking two steps back, Nanqiu kept his distance from him.

Among the survivors, not all of them are good people, and he has to be on guard.

"It's a crowbar, cool!" Wu Yuange looked behind Nanqiu again, he held it with both hands, and pretended to wave a virtual crowbar, "When you hit a zombie, you can directly penetrate the zombie's head, it's too violent!" ”

Nanqiu frowned, feeling that something was not right, Wu Yuange was too hilarious.

"What is this skateboard? Oh, I remember, it seems that there is a zombie TV series like this, skateboarding is very fast, what is the show called? Wu Yuange held his chin and began to think.

Nanqiu felt that it was impossible not to speak, so he interrupted Wu Yuange's words: "Your braised pork rice bowl, a large portion, 30 yuan." ”

"Wow, you can still talk!" Wu Yuange was shocked, "Is this me talking to myself?" Just like the play house you played when you were a kid? ”

"You're normal."

"Hahahaha, you actually told me to be normal! It's the same as before the end of the world, when I said to myself, you have to work harder, you have to start exercising, you have to start studying, you have to quit sex, please, I won't do that at all, it's useless to say it! ”

Nanqiu figured it out, it turned out that Wu Yuange took everything as a fantasy.

Wu Yuange left the living room, entered the bedroom, and came out with his wallet.

He gave the money to Nanqiu, took the lunch box, and didn't look at the lunch box, but looked Nanqiu up and down.

"You say, why am I delusional about a male delivery man? Although you are handsome from the eyebrows, I am not gay. ”

Wu Yuange frowned: "What I am delusional about should be a beautiful woman with long breasts and thighs, very little clothes, who entered the room, put down the takeaway, and took the initiative to start the project." ”

Nanqiu's fist hardened.

"It should be too late." Wu Yuange raised his index finger and middle finger, pressed against the center of his eyebrows, and stared at Nanqiu, as if he was doing gong.

He was surprised: "Why haven't you changed?" ”

As he spoke, he touched his hand: "I understand, you are actually a woman pretending to be a man!" It's me, I'm really good at playing! ”

His hand didn't touch Nanqiu's chest, and Nanqiu's fist hit him in the abdomen.

He clutched his stomach and squatted on the ground.

"Got it now?" Nanqiu raised his fist and asked.

Wu Yuange put his head on the ground, very dazed.

In the delusion, there shouldn't be pain, right?

Why does my stomach hurt so much?

Could it be that all this is true?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

He swallowed and pinched his thigh.

"Shhhh

Along with the pain comes shame.

He got up, blushed, and apologized to Nanqiu: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I thought I was crazy." ”

Nanqiu sighed, in the last days, there must be a lot of mental state problems, and Wu Yuange, who can recover, is okay.

"Hurry up, give me the lunch box after eating." He said.

Wu Yuange opened the lunch box and was greeted by a slice of white rice with no meat, but his sense of smell told him that there was nothing else under the rice.

He took his chopsticks, opened the rice, and sure enough, he saw the braised pork underneath.

"So, I really got through on the phone and ordered takeout?" Wu Yuange looked at Nanqiu.

"You can choose not to eat it." Nanqiu refused to answer, and he pretended to reach out and go to get the lunch box.

"Don't!" Wu Yuange held the lunch box and jumped out two meters.

He stood in the corner, waving his chopsticks and quickly flicking rice and braised pork into his mouth.

The greasy, sweet braised pork melted in his mouth, and the meat and fat wrapped the tip of his tongue.

The long-lost meat and oil activated his sense of taste and made his tongue relish.

I didn't expect that after the end of the world, I would still be able to eat such extravagant dishes!

Swallowing the rice and meat in his mouth, he sandwiched a new piece of braised pork.

Instead of chewing, he put the braised pork on his tongue, closed his eyes, and concentrated on feeling it.

He turned the braised pork upside down, with the lean meat on the bottom and the fat on the top.

The lean meat is harder, slightly rougher, and with the tip of the tongue, you can feel the lines.

Then put the braised pork upright.

The fat is soft, springy, and delicate, and the tip of the tongue slips on it.

Finally, flatten the braised pork.

Below, the fat is soft, and above, the lean meat is slightly hard.

Wu Yuange seems to have returned to his infant age, lying in his mother's arms, and as if he had returned to the end of the world, he was coquettish with his girlfriend.

The taste of braised pork made him suck it clean.

He lifted his teeth and, gently, bit down on the braised pork.

The teeth squeeze the braised pork, and at a certain point, the braised pork breaks open, and under his chewing, it turns into fluid and flows into the stomach.

This familiar texture, the familiar taste, made him intoxicated.

His speed got faster, a piece of braised pork, a piece of chopsticks rice.

Soon, the lunch box bottomed out.

Wrapped in rice with the last piece of braised pork, and after eating, Wu Yuange leaned against the wall, slowly experiencing this last feeling.

He thought of his father and the braised pork that his father made. The braised pork made by my father is also so delicious.

He burst into tears.

Nanqiu's scalp is numb, even if a Wang Dafu goes crazy when he eats, why does he come to another Wuyuan song, and he goes crazy while eating?

What level of cooking he has, he is still conscious, he can only be said to be an ordinary enthusiast, above the amateur, and the profession is not yet full. Besides, even if you are a professional chef and a chef at a state banquet, you can't make people cry while eating?

Is cooking really drugged?

If it can have the effect of medicine, why hasn't he been able to win Yun Feifei so far?

"I'm sorry, I think of my dad, and the braised pork he makes is so delicious." Wu Yuange wiped his face and said apologetically.

Nanqiu breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that he thought of his relatives, not eating and crying.

【You have completed an order】

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One order, income 90 tokens, not bad.

Wu Yuange took the lunch box, went to the kitchen, and began to clean. Fortunately, there is still dish soap left, and he usually doesn't need to eat white rice at all.

After washing the lunch box, he handed it back to Nanqiu.

Nanqiu took it and looked at Wu Yuange's appearance.

Around thirty years old, he is 1.8 meters tall, with shoulder-length hair, a handsome appearance, and looks like a literary and artistic worker. A little emaciated, a little skinny, but not like the one who has been hungry for a long time.

"Do you have food at home?" Nanqiu asked him.

Wu Yuange hesitated for a moment and nodded: "How many bags of rice are left, shall I get you some?" ”

"No, you don't." Nanqiu shook his head.

He asked this because he was considering whether to give Wu Yuange a bag of rice, and now he could save it.

After the order was completed, Nanqiu walked to the door: "In about a week, you will see that little advertisement again, and when the time comes, the phone will be able to get through and order again." ”

Wu Yuange raised his arm, wanting to stop Nanqiu, but when Nanqiu left and the door closed, he couldn't speak.

He wanted Nanqiu to help him go to see his father.

However, my father was on the other side of the city, and it took nearly an hour to take the subway.

The road is too long and too dangerous.

The joy of eating the braised pork subsided, and he lay back on the bed, a little sad.