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Chapter 34
Fu Yucheng took a big bite of the apple in his hand and squinted his eyes comfortably. "Fatty Zhang, pass him, pass him!"
"Why are you shoveling people behind?!"
With a burst of chirping, seven or eight children, like a flock of birds, suddenly sprang out of the right lane, chasing a dirty football happily.
"Squeak--" The harsh brakes cut through the air.
Fu Yucheng stepped on the brakes severely, and a tugging pain suddenly came from the abdominal wound. He "his" gasped, and slapped his horn hard: "I'm in a hurry to reincarnate!"
The bear kids ignored him at all, and rushed past the front of the car. 72 Literature Network first published www.72wx.comm.72wx.coma
The little black fat guy with the ball even turned his head, pulled his lower eyelid with his fingers, spit out a tongue, and made a "wow wow wow" grimace at him.
"Zhang Xiaopang, your skin is itchy, isn't it?" Fu Yucheng yelled, "I'll sue your mother tomorrow! See if she doesn't interrupt your legs!"
Zhang Xiaopang was obviously not afraid of his threats, smiled, and ran away with the ball.
The boy looked at the group of children who were going away, and wondered: "What are they doing?"
"A bunch of bastards..." Fu Yucheng murmured again before answering the boy's question, "They are playing football. Why, haven't you played?"
The boy shook his head.
Fu Yucheng glanced at each other sympathetically: "Poor kid." The genius remembered in a second: www.72wx.com 72 Literature
At this time, the group of bear kids had already pushed me and got into the left lane, screaming joyfully from time to time.
"Fart!"
A bald man cursed and got off a huge container tractor. He is very tall, with a bushy beard, wearing a tight black vest, and two muscular knotted arms, which looks very conspicuous.
The bald man cursed at the group of kids playing football, frowned and looked over here.
Fu Yucheng looked at him blankly through the windshield.
The bald head was taken aback for a moment, then he fiercely compared his middle finger to the opponent, "slapped" a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, and walked back into the car.
Fu Yucheng sneered and patted the boy lying on the car window: "Little devil, don't lie there, sit down for me."
The boy hesitated and sat back.
"This place is a bit messy." Fu Yucheng skillfully turned the steering wheel to the left, and the RV turned into a narrow lane. "The bald head just now is He Lei's horse, and his boss has a little bit of a holiday with me. Like you Such a white and tender child, in front of these people, is almost like a little lamb, lightly pinched to death with one hand."
"He Lei, the snake? What is the little lamb?" The boy frowned.
"He Lei... he is the temporary manager of Hurricane Fort, so he can barely count as the boss of Parking Lot 4. As for the little lamb, it is a kind of small animal. I heard that it is delicious, but it is gone now. Is extinct."
The boy nodded and did not continue to ask. He thought to himself that this so-called "little lamb" was probably not a good thing.
"Here." Fu Yucheng slowly backed the car into the parking space, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
He supported the back of the driver's seat, barely got up, dragged his two numb legs to the sofa, and fell on his head: "I'm so fucking tired."
The boy frowned and looked at him: "Do you want a doctor to deal with your injury?"
"It's just a small injury. It didn't hurt the internal organs. You can't die. On the way back, I took a few more tablets of anti-inflammatory and analgesic. The effect has not yet passed." Fu Yucheng waved his hand nonchalantly. This is the earth, not an ecological zone. There are only unreliable barefoot doctors. Where is the doctor from?"
"Goo--" An untimely bellowing suddenly sounded, and he paused and blinked awkwardly.
"Hey, kid." He touched his lower lip, "I think you look very clever, can you cook?"
The boy looked dazed and shook his head slowly.
"Actually, cooking is very simple." Fu Yucheng softened his voice as much as possible and tried to abduct child labor. "Besides, are you hungry too? Or else, I will teach you how to do it later. You are done, let's eat together, okay?"
The boy only thought that the man's tone was very strange, with a sense of inexplicable deceit. He glanced at the other side defensively, without saying a word.
"In any case, I can save your life today. I am inconvenient to move now, and I am rational, let you cook a meal, not too much." Fu Yucheng was tired and hungry at this time, originally not much. His patience has plummeted.
He pointed his finger at the flow table: "There are still a few potatoes in the sink. You can wash them, peel them and cut them into several pieces, put some water in the pot, put the potatoes in the boil, and cook for a few minutes. Okay. By the way, turn the switch of the induction cooker to the left."
The boy lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and finally nodded cautiously: "I can try."
Fu Yucheng succeeded in abducting child labor and smiled comfortingly: "Good boy."
The boy didn't say much to the other party, turned around and walked to the Liulitai.
He looked down at the mess on the Liuli platform, somewhat speechless. He grew up in an almost harsh laboratory, and he is really not used to such a "random" environment.
The silver-white flow table is made of alloy, only two feet long and one foot wide. On the left is the induction cooker, and on the right is a small circular sink. In the sink were piles of greasy pots and pans, as well as a few dirty potatoes-these potatoes were all green on the surface and seemed to be about to sprout.
The small milk pot on the induction cooker is even more horrible. The body and bottom of the pot are blackened, and there is a layer of dried brown paste in the pot with a spoon inserted in it.
Obviously, the owner has no clean bowls and chopsticks anymore, so he simply used the milk pot as a bowl.
...This is too sloppy.
When Fu Yucheng saw the boy staring at Liulitai in a daze, he probably knew what the other party was slandering.
He was a little embarrassed, and touched his lower lip awkwardly: "Ah, I'm usually quite busy, and I don't have time to take care of these chores. By the way, there are salt and sugar in the cabinet under the counter, you can do it. Do it."
"Yeah." The boy responded, seeming to finally accept the status quo. He rolled up his sleeves and began to peel the potatoes.
His peeling movements were very neat, and within two minutes he peeled a few potatoes clean.
"Little devil, you swordsman, that's not bad." Fu Yucheng stared at his skillful movements, thoughtfully.
The movement of the boy's hand paused slightly: "I learned how to use a knife in the laboratory, and it's almost the same."
Fu Yucheng nodded and did not continue to question.
At this time, the effect of the analgesics had gradually weakened, and his wounds began to hurt again. He didn't want to waste precious analgesics any more, simply closed his eyes, relaxed his body and leaned against the back of the sofa, calmly resisting the pain.
"Da da da..." The sound of the boy cutting potatoes in his ears was fine and steady.
In this regular sound, Fu Yucheng unexpectedly fell asleep again without realizing it.
I don't know how long it took, the air gradually filled with the smell of hot food.
"Um..." He sniffed subconsciously, barely opened his eyes, and looked sideways.
"Grumbling..." On the simple induction cooker, the lid of the little milk pot was bumped up and down by the foam.
The boy was standing by the sink, carefully wiping a broken porcelain bowl. He seemed to hear the movement on the sofa and turned his head to look here.
"Is the rice ready?" Fu Yucheng rubbed his eyes in a daze.
"Yeah, well." The boy nodded, shut the induction cooker with a "click", wrapped the handle of the milk pan with a wet rag, and brought it over carefully.
"I haven't cooked before." He put the milk pot on the small square table in front of the sofa, his expression a bit hesitant, "...but, it should be edible."
"Let's see." Fu Yucheng sat up and looked down at the milk pot.
The boy cleaned the old little milk pot very clean, and the originally charred pot body was brushed sharply. The boiled potatoes in the pot are cut neatly, the excess water has been drained, and a little coarse salt has been sprinkled.
Fu Yucheng stared at the body of the pot that finally saw Tianri, feeling a bit complicated.
The only fly in the ointment is that the boiled potatoes in the pot are only a dozen pieces sparsely, barely covering the bottom of the pot.
"That's it? Not enough to eat." He was a little worried.
"A lot of them are broken, I cut off more than half." The boy misunderstood what the other party meant, and explained anxiously, "I didn't steal it."
"Ah, I didn't mean that... Well, this potato has been left for too long. No way, it seems that I have to borrow something from the boss tomorrow."
Fu Yucheng scratched his head, took a thick porcelain bowl next to him, and filled half of the potatoes in. He thought for a while, scooped two more yuan in before handing the bowl to the boy.
The boy was taken aback for a moment, but did not take the bowl.
Fu Yucheng became a little impatient: "Take it!"
The boy pursed his mouth, and finally reached out to take the bowl, lowered his head not knowing what he was thinking.
He hesitated for a while before saying: "What about you? Are you enough?"
Fu Yucheng unceremoniously brought the small milk pot in front of him, scooped a large piece of potato into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Last month, I was picking up something in Western Sahara and accidentally got trapped in quicksand. , For four days and four nights without eating or drinking, nothing is okay? I am an adult, not the same as a developing kid like you."
"Four days and four nights... for nearly a hundred hours, without water intake at all? This is impossible." The boy frowned, "I will become dehydrated and unconscious."
Fu Yucheng bragged and was seen through, and couldn't help but choke slightly: "Ah, kid, do you know what iron willpower is?"
"This is not a problem that willpower can solve. This is the physical limit of the human body." The boy said seriously.
"... From the children's house, where is so much nonsense? Eat your potatoes." Fu Yucheng ended the conversation simply and roughly.
"But," the boy gave him a puzzled look, "four days and four nights..."
"To shut up."
Although the boy was very confused, he closed his mouth obediently and did not continue to investigate. He scooped a potato and put it in his mouth, as if he was still thinking about the feasibility of not taking in water for four days and four nights.