"You said, let me buy daily necessities, just swipe the card, and buy as much as possible."
Bei Nuan argued innocently, and dragged Du Ruo into the water by the way.
"When Du Ruo bought a lot of board games, I saw a furniture store next to it, and the furniture in it was pretty good."
Du Ruo immediately stated: "It's not bad, anyway, your space is so big, it's empty if it's empty."
Turning to Lu Xingchi, "It's just a table, and it's not much better than the camper pressure shower you bought, right?"
Anyway, let's not talk about who, the three are half a pound.
None of them are apocalyptic survival players with a good attitude.
Bei Nuan took out a camping lantern and hesitated a bit, "Do you want a light? Will you call zombies over?"
"It's okay." Lu Xingchi slapped the crossbow beside him.
Also, this place is quite desolate, probably no one heard the disco, not to mention Lu Xingchi.
Although the full moon was full of brilliance, Bei Nuan still turned on the camping lights and let the warm yellow light illuminate the entire tabletop.
Lighting the cassette stove, Bei Nuan brought out the mandarin duck pot cooked in the hotel from the space.
It was still boiling, with bubbles tumbling over, the aroma was fragrant, and the good lamb was still tender.
The mutton fat beef and duck intestines, yellow throat, tofu skin, fish balls, bamboo fungus and enoki mushrooms, as well as hot pot dipping sauces and disposable tableware, filled a table.
"Everything is fine, but there may be mosquitoes." Du Ruo sat down.
Bei Nuan pulled out a bag of strange things like a juggler.
It is a large dome outdoor mosquito net, which is supported by a large circle with circular braces, hanging from the branches, just covering the dining table and dining chairs.
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Lu Xingchi pulled out his chair and sat down.
He has already experienced the end of the world once, and the conditions are difficult.
Compressed biscuits and cans are absolute luxuries, and expired breads are plundered, sometimes without clean drinking water.
Relying on his powerful combat power, Lu Xingchi has been going to the most dangerous places to search for supplies, trying his best to ensure the supply of the team.
To be honest, the conditions of the team are much better than most people.
However, because they often have to abandon the car and walk, and they have to be able to fight at any time, even if they find good supplies, they can carry very little with them.
Just be hungry.
After Tuan Mie was reborn, the second round came in full swing. Lu Xingchi hadn't sat down and had a good meal like this for a long time.
The fresh smell of plants in the air at night was quickly grabbed the limelight by the aroma of the hot pot, and the three of them ate in full swing.
Today's yellow throat is slippery and crisp, Bei Nuan and Du Ruomu are trying their best to grab it.
Du Ruo couldn't grab her, and suddenly asked, "Would you like to get something to eat for the guy in the car?"
Yep, they all forgot about him.
Bei Nuan looked at the mandarin duck pot and felt that nothing was suitable for the wounded, and tried to recall how it was written in the book.
Bei Nuan in the book fed him compressed biscuits.
The book said that Jiang Fei had a fever, was in a daze, couldn't swallow hard and dry compressed biscuits, and nothing else.
She chewed the compressed biscuits into a mush and fed him little by little.
Chew, into, paste, paste.
Bei Nuan: "..."
Even killing Bei Nuan would not do such a thing.
Bei Nuan rummaged through her inventory, and miraculously, she found a box of unopened baby food from the large boxes in the convenience store.
It's a nutritious paste for the baby to eat, it's perfect.
Bei Nuan returned to the car with the bag.
Jiang Fei was still lying motionless in the last row, with a bandage on his head and his dark eyelashes closed.
It was as if he heard someone coming, and there was a little noise in his throat, and he couldn't make out what was being said.
Bei Nuan twisted open the little plastic lid of the gooey bag and squeezed a little on his pale, chapped lips.
As if feeling the coolness, he took a sip and ate that bit of gooey.
Bei Nuan was encouraged and fed him a few more mouthfuls.
This is a man who wants to live. He closed his eyes and ate slowly and hard, but was still trying to swallow.
Bei Nuan held the bag to feed him for a while, then began to be half-hearted.
Not only is the arm a little sore, but if he doesn't go back, Du Ruo's greedy cat will definitely eat up the yellow throat.
Bei Nuan looked down at Jiang Fei, who was eating a little bit, and came up with a crooked idea.
She found a plastic rope from the space, tied the bag to the handle of the roof, hung it, and put the mouth of the bag in Jiang Fei's mouth.
The goo doesn't flow at all.
Bei Nuan found another pair of scissors and cut a small slit on the bag.
Sure enough, Mumu began to flow into Jiang Fei's mouth slowly, drop by drop.
A simple feeding system is built.
Bei Nuan observed it for a while, and felt that the feeding system was working properly, so she clapped her hands, and got off the bus satisfied to continue eating hot pot.
The yellow throat was still there, and it was placed in front of Lu Xingchi, a plate full of it, not missing at all.
Seeing Bei Nuan's return, Lu Xing slowly pushed the plate of yellow throat in front of her.
It seemed that when she was away, Lu Xingchi didn't let Du Ruo touch him at all.
Bei Nuan hugged the plate gratefully, and said to Lu Xingchi, the guardian of the yellow throat, "Thank you."
Lu Xingchi smiled slightly, "You're welcome."
Du Ruo said silently: "Put more importance on sex than friends, cross the river and demolish the bridge."
Lu Xingchi glanced at him and stared at him.
Du Ruo quickly changed the subject, "Do you two want to play Werewolf?"
Lu Xingchi asked, "How do the three of you play?"
"I have a way." Du Ruo asked Bei Nuan to bring out the board game cards that the werewolf killed, and took three cards - a commoner, a prophet, and a wolf.
Each of the three randomly draws one and puts it upside down in front of him.
On the first night, the prophet quietly checked a person's cards to determine whether the opponent was a commoner or a wolf.
After dawn, everyone took turns to speak and vote at the end. If the prophets and the commoners can vote out the wolf together, the good man wins.
Very simple, one round decides the winner.
"How will the loser be punished? How about not being allowed to eat yellow throat?" Du Ruo suggested.
Think beautifully.
Bei Nuan pulled out a stack of sticky notes from the convenience store from the space, "If you lose, put a sticker on your face?"
In the first game, Bei Nuan drew a wolf card.
While smugly thinking about how to lie and deceive people, Lu Xingchi glanced at her casually, "Are you a wolf?"
Bei Nuan: "..."
Bei Nuan was a wolf and never won once.
He was crazy to play Werewolf with Lu Xingchi, and he sipped his cards like he had a see-through eye.
Just by looking at Bei Nuan's expression, you can guess whether she is a good person or a wolf 80%, and then listen to her speech, and the remaining 20% will come out, and never miss it.
Duro was a long way off.
But he and Lu Xingchi were young and knew him very well, so they guessed Lu Xingchi's identity well.
The problem is that there are only three people. He knows his identity and can guess Lu Xingchi's identity. It is obvious whether Bei Nuan is a good person or a wolf.
So Bei Nuan lost frantically, with a sticky note on his face.
After playing several rounds, the hot pot was finished, and Bei Nuan suddenly remembered his baby feeding system.
When Bei Nuan returned to the car, Jiang Fei was fine, not choking to death by the mush that flowed down.
A bag of goo has been completely drained.
Bei Nuan took away the empty bag, measured his food intake, took out a new bag, tied it to a plastic rope, and twisted the lid.
Bei Nuan held the bag and remembered the description in this passage in the book.
According to the book, she has been standing by Jiang Fei's side, chewing a little bit of compressed biscuits to feed him, carefully helping him wipe the sweat off his forehead, and asking softly, "Do you want to drink water?"
Then Jiang Fei woke up. When I opened my eyes, I saw a girl.
Her eyes were gentle, and her hand was lightly placed on his forehead. Even in the dark, her whole body still exuded the radiance of holiness and love.
At that moment, he thought he saw an angel.
Bei Nuan imagined that scene and was moved for half a second.
However, after all, he was thinking about hot pot and werewolf killing, so he resolutely shoved the plastic mouth of the sticky bag into Jiang Fei's mouth.
Then Jiang Fei really woke up.
He was awakened by a foreign body sensation in his mouth.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a bag of baby food stuck in my mouth, hanging from a plastic rope.
At the end of the plastic rope is a small face.
The little face was covered with yellow sticky notes.
Jiang Fei: "..."
Bei Nuan: "..."
The two stared wide-eyed.