Cameron has to rush to make a nutritious meal for his dear wife Meimei before the start of work in an hour, and reward the beautiful woman who gave birth to a daughter for the family.

Cameron ran back to the shed where his home was.

There are three families in the shack, and they usually get along well with each other while the well water does not interfere with the river water, but Cameron is reluctant to share this precious meat with others.

It doesn't matter, even if Cameron doesn't give the meat to his good neighbors, the main meal in these pieces of meat will pass through his wife's intestines and be distributed to Cameron's neighbors.

Cameron walked into a cubicle in the shed that was separated by patched rags.

There was nothing in the cubicle except for a one-meter-wide bunk bed and some patched bedding.

But this small cubicle, which does not even have the four walls of the house, is his warmest home.

The wife of the lower bunk slept on the bed, lying in a weird C-shape, protecting her and his crystallization in the middle of human nature C - a little girl doll less than a month old.

Cameron touched the girl's head dotingly, and then gently shook the child's mother awake.

"What's the matter, is the baby asking for milk again?"

"Cameron, the child is still asleep......"

When his wife found her daughter asleep and was about to question why Cameron woke her up, Cameron held a few pieces of clean-looking canned cooked meat, which attracted his wife's attention.

"Shh~ Be quiet, this is the meat in a can I found in front of the foreman's house today, I don't know why, the good meat was thrown away like this, it's a pity."

After the wife's eyes found the meat in Cameron's hand, she stared at the two pieces of meat.

Cameron also stared at the meat in his hand, and saliva gushed out of his mouth.

Cameron forcibly took his eyes off the meat, and after a few glances at the female doll next to his wife and his wife's shriveled figure, Cameron understood that his wife needed these pieces of meat more than he needed to replenish nutrition.

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Biting his tongue to refresh himself, Cameron stuffed a few pieces of meat in his hand to his wife.

"I've eaten a lot, you see, my belly has grown bigger."

Cameron patted his belly, which had been forcibly inflated and enlarged, and pretended to have eaten a lot of meat to show his wife.

My wife hasn't slept well for a few days since she gave birth to a child, and the birth of a child and the food in the staff canteen, which is already undernourished, has made my wife already full of cravings for extra food.

The wife began to gulp down these delicious, sweet, "clean" Heroine foods from Texas and Scotland.

Soon, my wife ate almost all the good meat that Cameron had picked out in her hand.

In the afterglow of his wife, he inadvertently saw Cameron staring at the beef in his hand with straight eyes.

My wife suddenly found that Cameron, who had no oil at the corners of his mouth, really ate a lot of meat?

The wife returned the last two pieces of meat in her hand to Cameron.

Cameron subconsciously did not refuse, and took the two pieces of beef handed by his wife.

"I'm full, you eat."

After the wife held back her appetite and returned the two pieces of beef to Cameron, she pretended to be full and said a few words that she hoped that Cameron would also eat meat.

Cameron subconsciously took the kneading, indicating that he wanted to eat meat, but Cameron's reason did not allow Cameron to eat meat.

"No, no, no, I really ate a lot, so let's eat it."

Cameron swallowed a mouthful of saliva, glanced at his lovely daughter, and forcibly stuffed the meat directly into his wife's mouth that still refused.

"You've eaten it, I hate your saliva, don't give it to me."

How could Cameron dislike his wife's saliva, the sawdust in the sawdust bread that the two of them ate together was larger than Cameron, a tall Scottish man.

The wife also understood what Cameron meant, and while her eyes rolled over the tear duct secretions, she ate the last two pieces of beef.

When all the meat was in the stomach, the couple's stomachs let out a hungry wail at the same time,

"Gollum~"

"Gollum~"

The two of them were also instantly embarrassed, they both knew that the other party was actually not full at all.

But there is so much meat, the husband and wife even took off the clothes on the children's bodies, and then sewed off a few patches on the rags used as partitions.

Why don't they want to be fed?

If they knew that all the employees in Texas and Mexico worked an hour more than they did and could eat meat every day, they would be swimming from Scotland to Texas and Mexico right now.

"I'm going to sleep, so you can rest more."

Cameron tilted his head, climbed into the top bunk bed, pretended to be fine, and fell asleep with a hungry belly.

The wife didn't know what to say, so she continued to pose in a C-shaped sleeping position to protect her daughter, and with her half-hungry belly and tear glands, she fell asleep against time.

An hour later, my wife will carry her daughter to work, and she can sleep for an extra hour, which counts as an hour.

Unfortunately, Tom didn't see it.

Otherwise, Tom would have told his wife to stop crying.

After cholera came, there were days when my wife was dehydrated, and these tears could be saved a little.

Not all governments are like the Texas government, "forced to helpless" love their people.

If it weren't for the fact that Tom was the absolute sole dictator of Texas and Mexico, Tom actually wanted Texas and Mexico to have a fateful evolution.

Those who have survived cholera are all new humans who have undergone evolution.

It's a pity that Tom's development experience has made Tom an absolute dictator.

And a true dictator must protect every citizen under his rule.

Aside from the necessary overwork at his workstation, Tom didn't want any of his people to die.

Any other way of dying is a loss of Tom's property.

These dead employees have left Tom with a good gear that can work eighteen hours a day.

Tom cursed these non-overworked Texas and Mexican employees into the eighteenth layer of hell, where they could never be reborn.

At the same time, Tom also wishes all the Texas and Mexican employees who have died of overwork to go to heaven and become the new Jesus.

What? You ask Tom to go back to heaven or hell?

I'm sorry, but Tom is not religious and has no soul.

There will be neither heaven nor hell.

If I had to choose, Tom would definitely go to heaven.

Because the demons and demons of hell are moral and contractual, only an idealized society like heaven that makes no sense can accept Tom's unruly soul.