Brother Fu, this is really...
I don’t know what words to use to describe it.
Fu Anan couldn't help but reach out and touch the place where he was bitten, his head buzzing.
I really want to dig a hole and bury myself.
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Zhang Zedong didn't see Fu Anan come out the whole morning, and he guessed that she must be shy.
Although Mr. Fu looked calm on the surface, he passed by Fu Anan's door at least three times.
So when big guys fall in love, they are actually the same as ordinary people
"Master Fu, do you need me to ask Miss Fu to come out?"
Thinking of this, Zhang Zedong asked.
It's just being clever.
Smart predators know how to give their prey a little space.
Test step by step, and then constantly cross the bottom line.
"Need not."
Fu Yizhi said lightly while drinking the freshly brewed tea.
Then another pause,
"Make another pot of tea and send it to her."
After saying that, he looked at the table in front of him, on which was a city map.
Acid rain made it impossible for all vehicles to drive on the road, so they needed to find a short enough route to go where they wanted to go.
The other side.
Zhang Zedong carried a pot of tea and knocked on the door carefully before entering.
Then he saw Fu Anan doing the same thing.
"Sister Fu, Master Fu asked me to bring you some tea."
Zhang Zedong brought over a small plate. In addition to a teapot, there was also a small cake that girls loved to eat on it.
He is a tough guy with a soft heart.
"Thank you. Leave it there."
Fu Anan nodded when she heard this and cleared a corner of the messy table.
When she found Zhang Zedong still not leaving after delivering the gifts, she raised her head and asked, "Do you have anything else to do?"
"It's okay. Well, do you want to eat something else?"
"No, thank you."
Acid rain will only become more serious and heavier in the future.
Protective clothing should be extremely important supplies in the future.
Currently they have forty-six pieces, eleven people in total, an average of four pieces per person.
It is impossible to have no loss, but if conditions permit, of course the loss should be as small as possible.
Therefore, the distance of the route she chose was not the most important thing, the most important thing was to have enough shelter. If they found a road with a lot of buildings along the way, the danger and material consumption would be much less.
Zhang Zedong touched his nose as he looked at her serious expression. It turned out that they were doing exactly the same thing.
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Downstairs of the hotel
A large number of passengers were trapped in the corridor, looking outside with lifeless eyes.
The hotel's kitchen was almost empty, and the chefs responsible for preparing the food were somewhat overwhelmed.
The chef went from being a senior chef to being in charge of the big pot meals within a few days. The food shortage made him so anxious that he developed severe blisters at the corners of his mouth.
It's not just the lack of food.
There was a power outage and gas cut off two days ago, and now even the people delivering water purifiers are gone.
Hundreds of mouths are crying out for food.
They had become so poor that they had to collect melted ice water from the refrigerator and use it to cook rice.
The food cooked in this way has a foul smell of rotting food.
The tourists here are either rich or noble and can stay in the best hotels in Changyu City.
After experiencing what happened these days, everyone who received the food complained.
They came here for vacation, but who knew they would suffer like this.
The chefs remained silent in response to their complaints.
It’s not that he’s in a good mood, but this is probably the last meal for the guests.
The hotel can no longer afford so many people. They are just a group of workers helping the boss to make money. It is not worth it for them to stay here just for a hotel.
A dozen chefs and kitchen helpers, both big and small, saved up some food and water, and they were ready to abandon the hotel and escape.
(End of this chapter)