Chapter 727 Picked up
The white-haired man walked into the room, and he seemed to be much more energetic.
He simply picked up the bowl and chopsticks prepared by Jiang Xiner, scooped up the food from the pot, and gobbled it up voraciously.
Jiang Xiner was stunned. She wanted to speak up to stop it, but found it was too late.
That guy eats at an amazing speed.
In the blink of an eye, a small pot of plant root and tuber porridge containing a large amount of fiber and a small amount of starch was turned upside down.
"How...how did you finish eating?" Jiang Xiner looked at him in surprise.
"I'm hungry!" The man answered with just two words, and he was very confident.
After finishing his meal, his complexion seemed to be better.
This made Jiang Xiner very angry, and she glared at him: "You've finished eating, what should I eat tonight?"
The man fell into deep thought, and then he casually flipped his hand and took out a big snow-white steamed bun from somewhere.
"You eat this tonight!"
Jiang Xiner's eyes widened wider and wider as she stared at the steamed bun in shock.
She was different from other ordinary survivors. Although Jiang Xiner had never eaten this kind of food cooked from pure mutated crops, she had seen it before.
After all, her mother was once an evolver.
"How do you have this?" After a while, she swallowed.
As soon as the steamed buns were taken out, the long-lost rich fragrance filled the entire stone house.
"Do you know me?" asked the white-haired man.
Jiang Xiner was speechless. She didn't know anything about this man, so how could she be sure about what he would have?
"I picked up this steamed bun outside the inner city last night." He said seriously.
Jiang Xiner looked at him warily: "Why do you want to eat my porridge when you have food like this?"
“The steamed buns are only enough for one meal.”
He said calmly: "I may not be able to pick it up tomorrow, and I will have to come to you for porridge in the future."
"You want to trade with me?"
"Three days' worth of porridge, if I find it again later, I'll exchange it with you!"
He always spoke very seriously.
It was as if such mutated crop steamed buns could be picked up at any time.
Jiang Xiner stared at this guy who seemed to be becoming more and more unreliable, and her vigilance relaxed again.
It was not difficult for her to provide him with three days of plant root and tuber porridge.
In fact, with a butterfly knife, she could dig more plant roots and rhizomes by digging a few more hours every day and moving faster.
If you save a little, it won't be a problem to support him.
As for the mutant crops, she hadn't eaten them for a long time...
The white-haired man put down the steamed bun, stood up and walked out of the stone house.
Jiang Xiner wanted to say something, but he suddenly turned around and found a butterfly knife in his hand.
"I won't steal your things. I have several knives like this."
After saying that, he raised his hand and waved it, and the butterfly knife fell to the ground and stabbed deeply into the soil.
Then he turned around without looking back and walked into the stone house that was leaky on all sides.
The coughing sound came from the stone house again...
Jiang Xiner suddenly felt that this guy was a little mysterious and seemed not as simple as he seemed.
She stared at the butterfly knife on the ground, which was exactly the same as the one in her hand.
This is the treasure on which she depends for survival and the most precious legacy left to her by her mother.
In this base, what she worried about most was that someone would snatch her knife.
But this guy just threw out a...
"You don't even care about the butterfly knife. What else on me is worth your attention?"
At this moment, Jiang Xiner relaxed her last bit of vigilance towards the white-haired man.
In her understanding, she speculated that perhaps he was once a relative of an evolver, or even a relative of a person with special abilities.
He caught a cold and ended up here. Perhaps his former supporters also died in the apocalypse.
Otherwise, how could he casually say that he had several extraordinary weapons?
Hearing the coughing coming from next door, she suddenly felt a sense of sympathy.
She turned around and picked up the steamed bun, which was still warm.
Without thinking much, she tore off a fingernail-sized piece and put it carefully into her mouth.
The next moment, a hint of happiness unconsciously appeared on her face.
She originally planned to eat only a little and save the rest for later.
But before I knew it, I had finished eating a steamed bun.
She realized that for ordinary survivors, the mutant crops were too filling and they were already feeling very full.
Jiang Xiner regretted, how could she be so greedy?
Jiang Xiner slept very uneasily that night.
Always worried, suddenly I heard the hollowness in his cough, always worried, suddenly he stopped coughing...
"Please don't die. I still owe you three days of porridge!"
The next morning, Jiang Xiner had just opened the door when, with a creaking sound, the tattered wooden door next door was also opened.
The white-haired man walked towards this side quickly.
"What do you want to do?" Jiang Xiner was subconsciously nervous.
"Eat! Didn't you cook?" he asked seriously.
"I haven't combed my hair yet, come back later," she said.
"Oh! This is for you!"
The white-haired man stretched out his hand. His palm was long and white, and he held a steamed bun in his hand.
Jiang Xiner's eyes widened.
Another steamed bun made from this kind of purely mutant crop?
"Where...where did it come from?"
“I just picked it up!”
He stuffed the steamed bun into her hand and asked, "Can you exchange it for three more days of porridge?"
Jiang Xiner nodded subconsciously: "Yes!"
He smiled, but for some reason, he looked very sunny.
But it inexplicably makes people feel gloomy.
He slowly turned around and walked back to his stone house.
Half an hour later, Zhao Yin came to Jiang Xiner's stone house again.
This time, she was no longer as indifferent as before, but took the initiative to welcome him into the house.
It is worth mentioning that this time the porridge was mixed with steamed bread residue.
"What a blessing."
She drank the porridge slowly. Although the scar on her face was very hideous, her innate calmness could not be easily changed unless it was the end of the world.
Zhao Yin understood that she meant that she had picked up the steamed buns again.
He smiled and said, "I just picked it up together with some medicine. Typhoid is no longer a threat."
Jiang Xiner was stunned and even ignored the fact that his luck was too good.
She was very happy to know that he didn't have to die, and subconsciously tried to hide it, but she couldn't hide the smile in her clear big eyes.
……
As night falls, the wind and snow get even stronger!
The coastline of the former Arctic Ocean has long disappeared.
In the dark and cold snowy night, a huge shadow came through the wind and snow.
As it slowly descended, its two huge fleshy wings with a wingspan of more than ten meters stirred up a strong wind, scattering the snow all over the place.
The clone stood on top of Xiaobai's head, his long black hair covered with a layer of crystal ice.
He looked toward the Arctic Ocean, which had long since turned into a snowfield. In the distance, he could faintly see the shadows of mountains.
He didn't know what caused the formation of those towering snow-capped mountains on the sea.
Zhao Yin took out the map, checked it, and pointed forward: "Xiaobai!"
"Yes! Master!"
Xiaobai spread his flesh wings again and soared into the sky against the wind and snow.
The forbidden area marked on the map is still 800 kilometers away and is close to the North Pole.
Soon, Xiaobai's speed slowed down, and thick haze appeared between the snow-capped mountains ahead.
