The mother planet secretly transformed without telling us

The bean hornworm must be regarded as swan meat, which is highly sought after by ordinary toads. This thing tastes like the chewy texture of gravy, and it does not conflict with its softness, glutinousness and delicateness. It is sticky and sticky in two big pots. One red and one white complement each other, it is very fragrant and goes very well with rice.

"It's so sinful. I would turn my intestines with this thing early in the morning. If I eat it, I won't die. I'll have to go to hell!"

"It's not early in the morning, it's not even bright yet!"

"Li Cang, your knowledge is a bit complicated, isn't it?"

"What kind of knowledge?" Qin Zhenzhen stretched out her face from her small stainless steel basin in confusion: "This stuff smells so good, it really smells good!"

Tai Xiaoyi rubbed her wrist: "It's delicious. This thing requires work. You don't know how long I have been rolling these bugs. Once they are boiled, they are only yellow and white in size."

Lao Wang's face was already like the skin of a bean hornworm that had been rolled into a swill bucket. It was shriveled and green: "Little miss, don't, please, stop talking!"

The old man who has always liked sticky rice mixed with rice is now as reserved as a new concubine who has just passed through the door. He is cautious, pitiful, polite, and always chirping. However, after he puts down his psychological baggage, his bottom line soon becomes clear. It's as bottomless as the rectum.

"Holding the grass, this thing looks like a match for a hash ant!" Lao Wang took a big mouthful of blood and inhaled the wind and said, "Little Miss, we will dig holes in the ice later to collect toads, and apply dried chili oil on them in the evening. The red sauce is so simmered, it’s absolutely delicious!”

Tai Xiaoyi nodded: "Yeah, good duck, that man is also very nourishing!"

".;"

The rice in Master Wang's mouth no longer tasted good at that time.

——————

Still a base.

By coincidence, someone got the same menu dictated by Lao Wang.

As one of the few Japanese mixed-race children in the entire 3/7 base, Hirotai Yasuda has been using the name Yasuda Hirotai since he was born. This has helped him avoid repeated inspections by the base. In fact, all he can do is It's some insignificant scrap information. For example, there was a public meeting of a certain level somewhere in the base today. Yesterday, a certain person took a certain transportation vehicle to a certain airport. The day before yesterday, the base announced a new tax policy that triggered a certain incident. How to report base news.

Yasuda Hirotai's identity is a senior port dispatcher at Civilian Port No. 118b. He clearly realizes that his identity is actually irrelevant at all. The base will even release some specious information to him intentionally or unintentionally through certain means. , the scale control here is very interesting, and he doesn’t think he is smart enough to be able to move between several parties with ease, but it just happens that everyone has such a small need and he just doesn’t dare to refuse.

Therefore, he behaves very naturally, just like ordinary people who are greedy for money, lustful, and afraid of death. He will consciously put his living standard to a level that is not his own, but does not exceed it too much. For example, every day The living expenses are three to five times that of colleagues who are senior dispatchers. For example, if you have three wives and two underground lovers, a man must be loyal to his heart. Half-heartedness equals five, no more, no less, just right.

He also consciously carefully selected the scale of the information he could deliver. After several attempts, the base seemed to be satisfied with him, so everything was tacitly understood.

"Haruko, sit down and enjoy your lunch and see what we have, delicious amberjack cold-stewed rice, crispy bean moth tempura, delicious grilled forest frog with sauce, refreshing Caesar salad, and your favorite The after-dinner sweetness of love——”

"Haruko? Haruko!"

"Beautiful Miss Haruko, my married wife, are you still angry? No matter who I marry, my favorite will always be the beautiful Miss Haruko. Didn't we already tell you that your living expenses will be doubled?"

Haruko lay prone on the cold floor of the bedroom, her posture twisted and extremely unnatural.

At that moment, Yasuda Hirotai thought a lot, including the panic of the three-named slaves, the natural despair of abandoning his son when something was revealed, and the instinctive desire to survive that prompted him to leave quickly.

Hirotai Yasuda did not run away after all.

There is no doubt that he loves Haruko, just like he loves his second wife, third wife and two lovers. Somehow, he even has a little luck. After all, if the base fails to do something, it will be completely unaware. people involved.

Is that America?

Or a neon Zionism that even he himself doesn’t believe in?

Oh.

In that case, there would be no need to run away. They would do anything to get rid of him, but he was powerless.

Hirotai Yasuda took a step forward, his tentacles cold.

"ah!"

One of his lovers, the live-in maid Willie, let out the most unrestrained scream in her life, which was even sharper than that night in the public library, but in addition to fear, there was a trace of uncontrollable excitement in her eyes.

"Let's go!" Yasuda Hirotai's face turned cold, and he took out an energy matrix gun hidden under the bed: "Take the money I gave you and everything you can get, and leave here immediately!"

Weili didn't look back.

When Hirotai Yasuda looked at Haruko's face again, his hair stood on end. He saw that her evocative little cherry mouth was covered with a mycelium-like substance, growing from her mouth, embedded in her eyes, ears and nose, and finally from The lower abdomen and the bottom of the skirt have spread again, and the newly waxed beech wood floor under the body has been corroded to a mess, and a small weird bud is forming along with the hyphae veins.

"Boo~"

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The flower bud broke open, and a pool of clear snot-like sticky water flowed out. A mutant centipede-like, white, almost transparent insect kept twitching in the liquid, and soon completely melted and lost its vitality.

But this scene did not make Yasuda Hongtai feel relieved. Instead, he stepped back step by step. He also knew some news about insect infection. The scene in front of him was obviously not something he could handle.

"Hello, yes, I want to report a pollution. Not an infection of unknown cause."

As Yasuda Hongtai spoke, his mouth became more and more dry. He picked up a glass of water with fear and irritability, but was shocked to find that the microphone of the phone and the corners of his mouth had exuded tiny strands of green mycelium-like substances at some point, floating from the corners of his mouth to the tea in the cup.

"Pah!"

"Sir?"

"Yes, yes, I'm here, but... I may be infected." Hiroyasu Yasuda staggered back to the sofa and was silent for a long time: "No, no, no, listen to me, I, my name is Hiroyasu Yasuda, I have a child, I'm worried about the child's mother, that woman is from the opposite side, please don't let them find my child, please treat her well, considering that I have passed on a lot of information that the base wants to release, please, be sure to treat her well."

"Mr. Yasuda, what are you talking about, I don't understand!"

"A dying man's words are good, you will understand, you just need to call the base's external relations, or any department, in return, I am willing to give you this house, don't worry, the base will clean up the infection, the house contract is in the safe under the wine cellar on the first floor, the password is, assface, remember, assface"

The phone was hung up.

The young female operator, who had just completed training and had been on the job for less than a month, looked suffocated. She had a feeling that she seemed to have come into contact with something extraordinary this time. She quickly printed out the accident report and hurried to the department head.