I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 966 - 1055: Camping and Cooking by the Coast
Mayer pointed to his now powerless golden hair, "I’m Mayer, sis. You know, the one who gives off electricity from the military base, the one with Octopus Brother."
"Where’s the octopus?"
"The octopus—turned into feed."
Silence.
Mayer brought over a bowl of porridge, in which the white broth had only a few scattered grains of rice, but several large chunks of sweet potato, emitting an enticing aroma.
Dila turned her head away, who would eat this disgusting food? As the Queen of Apocalypse, what hadn’t she eaten? These Huaxia people not killing her, haha, they would regret it.
Grumble, grumble—
Her stomach growled.
"Eat, I’m telling you, Huaxia people’s food is just too delicious."
Dila glanced up, and to be honest, the originally handsome blonde boy had now not only lost his hair but also gained a fair amount of weight.
"How good can it be? What haven’t I eaten?" Dila snorted dismissively, but still took the sweet potato porridge, drank a small sip, and instantly, the fragrance of the porridge and the soft, sweet aroma of the sweet potato combined.
That feeling was like drinking bubble tea and biting into a pearl.
Delicious, just too delicious.
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
Before she knew it, Dila had finished the entire small bowl, and when she realized it, she was left with an empty bowl in her hand.
Dila was stunned, unable to believe it. Normally she had a small appetite, aside from regular human food, she would drink tens of kilograms of fresh blood daily.
Mayer chuckled, "Want some more? Boss Jing Shu said, there will be no fresh blood in the future, she’s going to make blood curd hotpot, sis, let me tell you, that blood curd hotpot is really delicious—though this porridge is quite filling."
In just a few days, Mayer’s Huaxia language skills had advanced rapidly, even to the point where he was starting to forget his native tongue.
Dila hummed, "Get me some more of this. By the way—did the Huaxia people say how they plan to deal with me?"
Mayer picked up the bowl, ready to get her some more porridge, and his expression turned odd upon hearing her question. With his still-improving Mandarin comprehension, he caught part of the conversation.
It seemed that Boss Jing Shu was responsible for her future meals, but a portion of the mosquitoes she produced would be divided among them.
In other words, this sis might be worse off than him; he just had to recharge daily, but she had to supply both the people here and the organization above, supposedly for research.
He remembered Boss Jing Shu just patting him and saying earnestly, "Dila is your former boss, try to persuade her not to do anything reckless. If she behaves well, you’ll be rewarded with a chicken leg."
Thinking of the chicken leg, Mayer almost shed tears of longing, and he silently said to himself: Sorry, but in my heart, the chicken leg is more important.
So, Mayer shook his head, "Don’t know, they haven’t said yet." First give Dila the illusion of hope for survival, then slowly corrupt her—
Mayer left.
Dila called after him, "Wait."
Mayer stopped, looking at her, was she about to tell him an escape plan?
Mayer’s heart was pounding, if that was the case, wouldn’t it be a great achievement? Would three chicken legs be enough?
Dila said flatly, "Add more potatoes."
Mayer was a bit disappointed but still replied, "Okay."
The first step to corruption was to conquer her stomach.
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Jing Shu, having finished her tasks, thought of the apocalypse woman Dila, who was locked up with Xiao Wei.
When she saw her again, the former maliciousness and arrogance had completely disappeared.
Now, she lay obediently like a little puppy not far from Xiao Wei, not daring to move an inch.
The room was filled with fist-sized mosquitoes that had just hatched flying everywhere.
These killer mosquitoes, if they got out, could kill an ordinary person in one bite.
But in Xiao Wei’s room, her enormous insect legs teased the swarming mosquitoes.
The mosquitoes flew fast, but when she fully extended, her legs spanned 7 to 8 meters even faster.
Seeing Jing Shu coming in, she swiftly grabbed all the mosquitoes in the room and stuffed them into her mouth as a snack.
"Jing Shu, you’re here?! Can we go out now? I’ve been cooped up on this ship for so many days, I’m bored to death!" Xiao Wei pouted, so bored she was playing with mosquitoes, really bored out of her mind.
Jing Shu glanced at Dila in the corner, "She hasn’t caused any trouble, has she?"
Xiao Wei pursed her lips, "No, she’s been terribly dull, even when I told her to get up and give me more mosquitoes to play with, she wouldn’t budge."
Jing Shu laughed, "Then let’s go, pack up, next leg of the journey, we’ll go by land, feel the desert vibes."
Xiao Wei’s eyes lit up.
As they were about to cross into Iran, but with some distance still to the coast, everything from the ship had to be transported.
The tunnel was still being dug, so they had a day to rest.
Jing Shu and her team rarely had the chance to have a meal on the shore.
On the sea, they always swayed back and forth, and now suddenly being on land, they still felt wobbly, as if their whole bodies were swaying.
Even though it was already pitch black and you couldn’t see your hand in front of you, the coast was still bustling, with fireworks rising, and a strong aroma of sweet potato porridge wafting far away.
Old Zhou gulped down a big bowl of porridge first, then raised the bowl, "We managed to reach the Iranian border smoothly, escaped Dila’s army’s pursuit, all thanks to Four-eyed boy and Jing Shu, this time, they deserve top merit!"
The other bodyguard team members also downed big bowls of porridge with a slurp.
The hot porridge slid down their stomachs, along with the sweet potato chunks, was truly delicious. They heard this rice was sold to the organization by Jing Shu, Captain Jing Shu’s stuff was just delightful.
One by one, they downed their portions, nodding vigorously in agreement, "Yes, yes, all thanks to Captain Jing Shu."
For a moment, the entire makeshift open-air canteen on the coast was filled with the sound of eating.
There was a slight breeze by the sea, blowing the smell of rotten eggs, but it couldn’t mask the aroma of the meal.
Old Zhou, satisfied, scooped up another ladle from the big pot beside him, signaling Yang Yang to start talking about the key points.
At this time, whoever spoke would be at a disadvantage.
