Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 2155 An can tell whether I am a side story or the main text

Lin Sanjiu didn't expect that after 10 minutes, an event most suitable for the spaceship restaurant would happen naturally: a big eating party.

But the reason why she felt "unexpected" was mainly because the most unnatural thing about this matter was that there was not even a bite of food at this big eating party.

The prelude to the feast began about 10 minutes ago when she stuffed the painter into the suspension cabin and headed to the restaurant together.

"Don't stick your head out," Lin Sanjiu ordered.

She knew that humanoids didn't like being harvested as cards, and she was willing to let them stay outside when it wasn't necessary.Obviously, the artist felt that the current situation was "unnecessary" - even one person and one item had to be stuffed into the single-person suspension cabin together.

Lin Sanjiu's heart softened for a moment, and in exchange for regrets all the way: I didn't feel it normally, but now I realized why the painter is such a big thing, so crowded that she had no place to put her legs, so she could only curl up on the seat like a bird.

The painter is very happy.He had never been in a suspension cabin before, and he poked his head out long. When the suspension cabin turned or the speed increased, he couldn't help but let out a little cheer.

"Keep your head back, or if you hit something—"

Lin Sanjiu was only in the middle of speaking, when a shadow suddenly flashed across the wall of the corridor that kept flashing backwards, and then hit the painter's head hard with a "dang", even knocking his head to one side; Before she could call out, the handle used to open the ship's deck for maintenance was already scattered into a mass of fragments, flying into the mid-air behind the two of them.

As the artist of the special item, he didn't seem to understand what happened, so he turned his head and said cheerfully "Huh?" without even a red mark on his head.

The second half of what Lin Sanjiu was about to say just now suddenly became: "——you're going to smash my stuff!"

The painter said "ah" again, and finally retracted his head.

"Is [Disease] still in your stomach?" Lin Sanjiu asked.

For such a simple question of yes or no, the artist gestured and said aloud for a long time, pointing to his stomach for a while, stretching his face for a while, and making a deadpan look—as if he was imitating people The puppeteer—just couldn’t conclude yes or no; until the two of them climbed down from the suspended cabin at the entrance of the restaurant, Lin Sanjiu still didn’t understand what the painter meant.

...Forget it, anyway, it's the puppeteer's stuff, he's not in a hurry, let alone himself.

"You're finally here!"

As soon as she pushed the door, she didn't expect that it was Pina who came up to her in a few steps. The latter grabbed her hand, dragged her into the restaurant, and said, "Come here and take a look, I don't think this is really good." It's like saying..."

Pina looked slightly agitated, as if she had just had a debate with someone just now, after Lin Sanjiu walked over with the painter, she looked around, still a little confused.

At this time, the big witch was placed in a chair by Qing Jiu, with a blush floating on her cheeks, as if she was tilting her head, falling into a long spring dream.

On the table in front of her, there were several small cups, each filled with bright liquids of different colors; down and say, "Hi."

"What are you doing?" She had to ask the same question to different people again.

"Pina doesn't understand nutrition," Qing Jiuliu complained, stretched out his hand to compare the row of small cups on the table, and said, "Look, the first cup is whiskey, fermented grains, barley, rye, wheat... The staple food will be there.”

Lin Sanjiu vaguely understood.

"The second cup, wine, I don't need to talk about it, anti-oxidation, resveratrol, prolonging life, is it equivalent to eating vegetables?" Qing Jiuliu yawned, and said with tears in his eyes: "The third cup , peach wine, oops, this vitamin—”

"What vitamins!" Pina jumped straight up, "It's all alcohol! I didn't see it, and you fed her several glasses of wine!"

Ninety-nine percent of what Qing Jiuliu usually opens his mouth to spit out, you don't know whether he is sincere or just running the train, so Lin Sanjiu doesn't take it seriously; but Pina obviously takes it seriously and is trying to argue: "I can't survive drinking for so many years, can I? No wonder I'm so skinny, no, I still think about what liquid food I can feed..."

Lin Sanjiu didn't intend to intervene.She sat obediently, and as time went on, she sat farther and farther away; when she asked Shales for a lunch and finished eating, Pina seemed to finally realize that the debate was worthless Dang, he grabbed all the glasses on the table and returned them to Shales.

"What are you doing?" Qing Jiuliu asked across the table lazily.

"what."

Lin Sanjiu turned his head and found that the person he was asking was indeed the painter——Qing Jiuliu had left a few empty wine bottles on the table just now, and at this moment a porcelain bottle containing sake fell into the painter's hand; the painter Looking at the bottle, looking at Qing Jiuliu, pointing to the bottle and asking: "Huh?"

Qing Jiuliu nodded and said, "Please."

Just one word, what does he understand?
Wait, what do you mean please?
Lin Sanjiu’s shock hadn’t faded away when the artist suddenly bit down on the mouth of the bottle—even though the artist wouldn’t be hurt by ordinary objects, she couldn’t hold back and jumped up, and quickly called out: “Illustrator, isn’t that for food? of!"

The painter raised his head, chewing loudly, as if someone had stuffed potato chips into his mouth, and asked, "Huh?"

"This porcelain piece I gave you before is not the same thing..." The more Lin Sanjiu explained, the more pale and weak he felt, because the artist listened intently while eating with all his attention. In just one sentence, the bottle It's all down halfway.

... Forget it, it won't hurt if you eat it anyway, what's the use of her being anxious, she can't take it out of the porcelain bottle again.

At this time, Pina came back empty-handed, sat down, watched the painter slurp and eat for a while, and suddenly had a feeling: "I can understand, I also want to eat now."

"Are you hungry?" Lin Sanjiu said, "You can call Shales—"

Before she could finish speaking, she broke off again.

Because at this time, Pina took out a special item that was just assigned to her hand not long ago, and was caressing it, her eyes were straight, as if she was about to smash its shell with her eyes, making people feel that it is an ordinary lunch It seems out of place.

"Isn't it strange? When I saw it before, I had a kind of... well, it seems that the appetite is not right? But I feel that there is a vacancy in my mind, as if I can try to fill it with special items... Hey Hey, should I try to eat it?"

Qing Jiuliu nodded again, and said seriously: "Please."

(End of this chapter)