Early the next morning, several people got up and set off in the direction of Jiangcheng.
Breakfast was eaten in the car, and it was lean meat porridge made by Bei Nuan.
The upper layer of the portable space does not have time flow, but the lower layer does, and it is no different from the normal space.
When Bei Nuan woke up in the morning, he blanched the meat slices, put rice, ginger slices and water, and put the pot together with the cassette stove in the lower part of the space and simmered slowly on a small fire.
There is no wind in the space, and it is stable. It is perfect for a kitchen.
Bei Nuan asked Xiao San: "The space looks closed. If I cook something in it, will I use up the oxygen in it?"
Xiaosan laughed, "No."
Bei Nuan asked again: "The heat from the stove can't be transferred out, will it get hotter inside?"
Little San replied calmly: "Neither. Just like a normal house, you can use it with confidence."
"So what's the principle?" Bei Nuan asked, "It doesn't quite fit the common sense of physics, does it?"
Xiao Sankai sneered: "You don't care what my principle is. You all use your consciousness to take things, you all have personal space and abilities, and you still discuss with me your plane-level physical common sense?"
Bei Nuan had just played Werewolf for one night last night, and habitually found bugs in other people's speeches, and immediately heard the problem.
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"You said 'you all have personal space and abilities', who are 'you'? Besides the personal space, what other abilities do you have?"
Xiaosan turned off the microphone for a moment and refused to speak again.
After the porridge was simmering, Lu Xingchi stopped the car by the side of the road.
Bei Nuan took out another bag of vacuum-packed marinated eggs, and everyone had breakfast in the car together.
"Bei Nuan," Du Ruo said while eating porridge, "I can't let you cook all the time. Tomorrow I'll make Hainanese chicken rice for you, and let you taste my craft. My Hainanese chicken rice is made by a famous chef from Singapore It's pretty good to learn."
Du Ruo poked Lu Xingchi, "Right?"
Lu Xingchi hummed.
Bei Nuan thought to himself: It's still tomorrow. Lu Xingchi wants to get rid of me again, don't you know
After Bei Nuan finished eating, he filled Jiang Fei with half a bowl of porridge and fed him one bite at a time with a spoon.
Jiang Fei recovered quite well, almost awake, lying on the seat in the last row, motionless, not making a sound.
Only a pair of eyes stuck to Bei Nuan all the time.
Bei Nuan didn't have time to pay attention to him, and was busy looking at the task interface in his mind.
Xiaosan closed the microphone, but released a new "Voice of the Virgin" task on the interface.
This time, it is reasonable to say "Can't you be more generous?" five times, and the reward is double the value of the Virgin for 24 hours.
Bei Nuan likes this task. Although five times is a bit too much, it is not difficult.
The only difficulty is not only to say the sentence, but also to make sense in the context, otherwise it doesn't count.
Now on the road, there is no one else around, just Lu Xingchi and the three of them. After Bei Nuan received the task, he was thinking, how can he do something to make them not "generous"
Lu Xing finished eating sooner or later, and was playing with his crossbow, occasionally looking back at the back seat.
His eyes were cold, as if he could see through everything, and the muscular lines of his shoulders and arms under the white shirt were faintly visible.
It looks like a cheetah that is preparing to prey, elegant and powerful, impeccable, and looks quite difficult to start.
Persimmons must be picked up softly.
Bei Nuan turned her head and glanced at Du Ruo beside her.
Du Ruo had soft hair on his back, and his long legs huddled in the seat aggrieved, dazed and unaware that someone was plotting against him.
He was trying to scrape the bottom of the pot, trying to get the last bit of porridge into his bowl.
Feeling Bei Nuan's gaze, he raised his head and was a little confused: "Bei Nuan, what kind of eyes are you looking at? Why does it feel like you're going to sell me?"
Bei Nuan didn't answer, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he took the pot away from him.
Du Ruo watched helplessly, Bei Nuan poured the precious fragrant lean meat porridge into Jiang Fei's bowl, stirred it with a spoon, picked up a spoon, blew it, and held it to Jiang Fei's mouth.
"what-"
The wounded Jiang Fei was lying on the back seat, looking at Bei Nuan and Du Ruo, but refused to open his mouth.
With a hoarse throat, he said softly, "I don't mind, you can give it to him."
"He's eaten a lot." Bei Nuan fed him the porridge.
Jiang Fei's eyes twitched and he opened his mouth obediently.
Du Ruo was aggrieved.
"Why? I only ate two bowls, and I obviously served it first."
Bei Nuan replied leisurely: "Everyone is hurt like that, okay? Can't you be more generous?"
Voice of the Virgin Mary Quest (1/5).
Holding a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, Bei Nuan wanted to grow a third hand and patted his witty head.
Lu Xingchi looked back at them, his cold gaze fell on the spoon Bei Nuan fed Jiang Fei.
He suddenly spoke, his tone was cold, and he didn't know who he was asking, "I hit my head, and I can't even move my arms?"
Jiang Fei was stunned for a moment, and immediately struggled to sit up.
But it seems to be very laborious, trying for a long time without success.
Jiang Fei's face was pure and innocent, and his tone was full of apology, "A little false. It's my fault, I'll do it myself."
"What are you doing here?" Bei Nuan pressed him back, "you lie down and I'll feed you."
Jiang Fei obediently fell back into the back seat and smiled softly at Bei Nuan, "I'll trouble you then."
"It's not a big deal." Bei Nuan took another spoonful and held it to his mouth.
Lu Xingchi stared at Jiang Fei.
Jiang Fei leaned forward, sipped the porridge from Beinuan's spoon, put it in his mouth, raised his eyes and bent the corner of his mouth towards Lu Xingchi, giving him a very sincere smile.
Lu Xingchi turned his head expressionlessly and continued to play with his crossbow.
Du Ruo ran out of porridge, so he reached for the bag of marinated eggs glumly.
Bei Nuan's hands were swift, and with a swish, he took the bag away first.
There is one last egg left in it.
Bei Nuan tore open the package and held the precious braised egg in front of Jiang Fei, "Do you want to eat some?"
This time Jiang Fei looked at Du Ruo first and shook his head.
"I'm full, give it to him."
"He has something else, you can eat this." Bei Nuan put the egg against his beautiful curved lips.
Jiang Fei stared at her silently, biting off a little bit of protein with her hand.
Du Ruo was turned into an emoji.
"This kind of marinated egg is so hard, can he eat it? Can it be digested?"
"But eggs are nutritious, look how pitiful he is," Bei Nuan said again, "Can't you be more generous?"
Du Ruo: "..."
The off-road vehicle shuddered violently.
Lu Xingchi didn't even say hello, he started the car silently, and slammed the accelerator.
The whole car sped out like his arrows and slammed into the road.
The scenery on both sides passed quickly, and the egg in Bei Nuan's hand almost couldn't hold it and flew into the sky.
Jiang Fei almost fell from the back seat, and hurriedly stretched out his arm that couldn't hold the spoon to support the back of the front seat, and didn't get down.
Bei Nuan has fully understood why this book is called "Hurricane of the End Times" in the past two days.
Because Lu Xingchi's car drove fast and wild, and the road conditions in the apocalypse were complicated, he could easily pass through places that others couldn't go through, and rammed through the zombies without any ambiguity.
It's just that there is nothing like today, but it's the first time to go crazy like this.
Du Ruo seemed to have found a confidant and asked Lu Xingchi, "You can't even see it, right? It's too much, right?"
In any case, the "Generous" quest of the Voice of the Virgin becomes (2/5).
This kind of thing can be repeated over and over again, not over and over again, Du Ruo will be really mad if he does it again.
Bei Nuan dug out in the space.
"Du Ruo, I don't let you eat eggs because I want you to eat this with your stomach. Look! Dang Dang Dang Dang! Braised chicken legs!"
"Can't you be more generous?" This sentence was really annoying, Bei Nuan stuffed a whole bag of vacuum-packed braised chicken legs into Du Ruo.
"Here. Is it better than marinated eggs?"
The braised chicken legs are big and fragrant, and they are indeed much stronger than the braised eggs, which instantly soothed Du Ruo's sad heart.
Du Ruo nibbled at the big drumstick and said, "It's not too bad, Bei Nuan, I think I can love you again."
Lu Xingchi said coldly, "Love? This is love? Go and marry a cook in the future."
The big boss entered the indiscriminate attack mode, which seemed very unhappy.
Bei Nuan was a little strange: he was clearly targeting Du Ruo, but he didn't dare to provoke him, how could he touch his back