Plane Convenience Store

In fact, Zhao Xue didn't underestimate herself. From her face full of dirt, she really couldn't tell how old she was.

But it's not all her fault.

To be honest, water is a resource that needs to be conserved in the last days, so no matter how clean a girl is, she only takes a bath once a month. Under such harsh conditions, even a naturally beautiful Xi Shi will inevitably become unkempt. mother-in-law.

Just like Zhen Ji, who "seems like the closed moon like a light cloud, and the swaying snow like a flowing wind", didn't Cao Pi rub the dirt on her face with his hands, so he knew that she was as beautiful as Luoshen. [1]

So Lu Lu called that, on the one hand, he was angry at her for smoking in the convenience store, and on the other hand, he really thought she was running away.

Being called by Lu Lu like this, Zhao Xue was hit hard. Although women in the last days don't pay much attention to appearance, as a woman, Zhao Xue still hopes that she is young and beautiful. Who knows that Lu Lu's mouth is so poisonous, It drove her crazy.

Zhao Xue wanted to turn back when she opened her mouth, but after thinking about it carefully, she really shouldn't smoke in a convenience store, so she pinched her cigarette, nodded and apologized to Lu Lu and Song Cheng.

"It's been a long time in the last days, and I can't get used to the normal world after a while." Zhao Xue smiled wryly, and felt filled with emotion. In fact, she would rather not get used to it for the rest of her life than go back to a job where she lost her moral qualities. Erjing's end is over.

Although one can act recklessly in the last days, what is the use of freedom in such a festering world?

Even the safety of life cannot be guaranteed, and you don't even know where your next meal will be. In such a world, no matter how unrestrained you are, there is no meaning.

After snuffing out the cigarette, Zhao Xue suddenly felt that he had lost a lot of fun, and even the cool and fresh beer tasted dull.

Zhao Xue thought about drinking without cigarettes, and it would be nice to have a can with wine, so she went to the shelf again, picked out a can of luncheon meat and opened the lid, planning to eat it with wine.

In the apocalypse, meat is a major luxury after tobacco and alcohol. Although many animals have mutated after the apocalypse, their special ability team can often hunt some strange beasts, so there is no shortage of meat to eat, but the meat of strange animals It was sour and woody, and it was unpalatable even with a lot of aniseed ingredients. Apart from replenishing physical strength, Zhao Xue didn't want to touch this meat, which was even more unpalatable than wild vegetable roots.

Therefore, in addition to meeting their own needs, their team will also sell the remaining meat to the base officials in exchange for crystal nucleus cultivation, because the meat of different animals is unpalatable in their eyes, but there are still many people in the base who eat it. Less than meat.

There is still a market for such unpalatable meat, which is evident in the lack of meat.

Zhao Xue took out a piece of luncheon meat from the can with pious thoughts. Before she took it in, she took a good look at the color of this piece of meat. This kind of meat produced by normal animals before the end of the world is more precious than cigarettes and alcohol. A post-apocalyptic person who lacks oil and water in his stomach can't stop seeing it.

Smelling the tempting aroma of luncheon meat carefully, Zhao Xue took a small bite of the meat with excitement. The moment she took it, the soft and slightly salty taste of luncheon meat bloomed in her mouth, which made her unable to bear it. He swallowed the meat whole while drooling, it was so fragrant that he couldn't help himself.

"This is the taste that meat should have. Compared with luncheon meat, alien meat tastes like poisonous weed!"

Zhao Xue licked her mouth, reminiscing about the greasy and oily smell of luncheon meat. Maybe the meat is a bit salty and greasy for people in the safe world, but for the people in the last days who don't touch meat a few times a year , the taste of this kind of meat is just right, so that they can eat all the meat and oil at once.

Just like eating pig-killing dishes in ancient times, in poor farmers, every time they cook New Year’s dishes, the meat will be made as greasy as possible, and the children’s mouths will be satisfied with heavy taste, so that the taste of the meat will stay in the mouth. For a moment, this is the philosophy of life of the poor.

In ancient times, people didn't often eat meat, so every time they ate meat, they would gobble it up, and Zhao Xue was no exception.However, she regretted it as soon as she swallowed the meat, because the taste of luncheon meat was so good, she regretted swallowing the meat all at once, without chewing it carefully, and eating it after tasting the taste.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, a piece of good meat was wasted!" Zhao Xue felt very sorry.

Taking a sip of wine to moisten her throat, Zhao Xue cherished the bitten piece of meat and put it in her mouth. This time she bit half of it in one bite, but learned the lesson from the previous time, and did not swallow the meat in a hurry. Instead, she put half of the meat in her mouth, and carefully tasted the luncheon meat with the tip of her tongue. She chewed the meat carefully and swallowed it until she could no longer taste the salty aroma, and then served it with a big mouthful of wine. .

"Wine and meat, great!"

After eating half a piece of luncheon meat, Zhao Xue was impatient to savor it slowly. She threw the remaining half into her mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it hastily. Cool taste.

Excited by this way of eating, Zhao Xue abandoned the practice of chewing and swallowing slowly, and began to eat and drink a piece of meat with a big mouthful of wine. This way of eating was very refreshing, which made her feel at ease, but also made her feel distressed.

Zhao Xue munched on the luncheon meat, and she felt a strong sense of guilt every time she ate a piece of meat, because she was completely using the meat that could have been eaten for a long time in exchange for a moment of refreshment, which was not worth it at all.

Under the double impact of guilt and refreshment, she was sweating profusely after eating in the cool air conditioner of the convenience store, completely driven by entanglement.

After eating the last piece of meat, Zhao Xue reluctantly licked the fingers that still smelled of meat, and then drank all the beer in the can in one breath. There is no better pairing than luncheon meat and beer.

If she could eat such canned meat every day in the last days, she would be willing to exchange for ten years of short life.

While Zhao Xue was eating and drinking to his heart's content, Song Cheng couldn't help but look up.Although he couldn't smell the aroma of luncheon meat from a table away, his stomach still growled.

Before coming to the convenience store, he had just had dinner, but his dinner was two pieces of frozen porridge.

Rather than talking about porridge, that was flattering himself. The porridge was so thin that it could be called porridge, or even rice soup.

Learn from Mr. Fan Zhongyan who has the world in his heart. The poor Song Cheng cooks a pot of porridge every day, and then divides it into four pieces after it is frozen at night. He eats two pieces each in the morning and evening, and then comforts himself. This is learning from Fan Zhongyan. Porridge can get by, so can I. [2]

However, a strong will obviously cannot fill his stomach.Song Cheng thought about it carefully, if he had a good friend who was willing to give him good food and good food, he would not be as virtuous as Master Fan Zhongyan, he was sure that he would eat all the good food and good food , and even the plate will be licked clean without leaving a trace of oil.

The author has something to say: [1] The two poems come from Cao Zhi's Luoshen Fu, which is said to be a metaphor for Zhen Ji.

[2] From the story of Fan Zhongyan eating porridge in classical Chinese