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What do you mean don't waste?!
The question now is whether it is a waste or not?!
"Who has that thing..." Cheng Che patted Sang Bo's shoulder soothingly and said softly, "Look at it more positively. You contributed a pillow, didn't you?"
Sooner or later this universe will be filled with pillows with portraits printed on them.
Where do the photos come from?
Of course, it is to capture the famous scenes of social death.
Sambo: ...
Sambo was silent for a while, and in his mind was the scene of San Yue Qi using pink hair to fight with pillows, "Is that a pillow?"
Cheng Che thought for a moment and said, "One for each person."
It seems that his crow's mouth still has some irregular delays, and his hair is only falling out now...
"Hey……"
Natasha sighed heavily, stood up and looked at the clinic in chaos.
Due to the intrusion of these outsiders, the conflict between the vagrants and the miners' families did not escalate to an irreconcilable point, and the number of injured people was not as many as imagined.
And these people brought so many medicines...
Natasha thought for a moment and sighed, "I'm going to Rivet Town to check on Xi'er and the others. You guys..."
Natasha's eyes swept across the cold-faced Dan Heng, the expressionless Cheng Che and the lively Sangbo.
She paused, "Can you please leave the clinic?"
The miners' families didn't help for nothing. If they stayed here any longer...
Maybe in the future the lower area won’t need clothes anymore and can just braid their own hair.
"Of course." The frustrated expression on Sangbo's face disappeared in an instant, and he patted Cheng Che's shoulder with a helpless smile, "The three of us still have to go through the trash cans!"
Sang Bo turned and looked at Cheng Che, "Do you think we can get the ingredients we want from the trash can today?"
"Sure." Cheng Che nodded and threw his bag to his waist. "Let's go and look through the trash cans."
Dan Heng nodded to Natasha and followed the two of them away.
In the clinic, Natasha stared blankly at the backs of the three people leaving, and was lost in confusion for a long time.
Look through the trash can?
Why do I suddenly feel that this meal tonight is a little hard to swallow?
"Have you ever thought about using your hands to benefit the researchers on the space station?" Dan Heng walked beside Cheng Che and said in a deep voice: "As far as I know, many people on the space station have hair problems."
It would be a bit of a waste to let Cheng Che follow the train.
Growing hair, growing grass, and having an iron head and a perky butt.
People like this should stay in the space station to benefit the millions of staff members there.
Hearing this, Cheng Che shook his head.
He glanced at Sambo's head, then at his hands, "There has to be a prerequisite for hair loss."
You can't save a bald man.
He can only add fuel to the fire, but cannot provide timely help.
"Now that I think about it, I have quite a lot of hair!" Sambo touched the feathers on his head, murmured, and then sighed, "I can already imagine the scene where my sisters will laugh so hard that they can't straighten their backs when they see me."
Cheng Che bent down to look at the things in the trash can and asked in a low voice, "Isn't your wish to laugh so hard that you can't straighten your back?"
"My wish is that I can't stand up straight after laughing." Sang Bo frowned and looked at Cheng Che, and said seriously, "But now I am laughed at so hard that I can't even raise my head."
"Oh." Cheng Che nodded, "Then I wish you good luck."
"What's your wish?" Sang Bo's eyes fell on Cheng Che's face and he raised his eyebrows. "You are laughing so hard that you can't straighten your back, right?"
Cheng Che was silent for a moment, then he bent down and fished out a small gift box from the trash can. "My wish is to make everyone unable to straighten their backs."
Oh, you still have to have dreams.
Chapter 72 Curse, curse to death.
The orange-red soup was bubbling, and the other side of the shuangxiang pot picked up from the trash can was also red, but it exuded a sweet and sour taste.
Cheng Che stirred his dipping sauce silently, his eyes full of peace.
Just now, he was placed under a seal that prohibited him from speaking, in an effort to have the meal be finished in laughter rather than turning into a hot pot explosion.
"Hey……"
Xier pushed the door open breathlessly, holding Natasha's wrist with one hand and holding a few bottles of her treasured drinks in the other. "I really can't understand why you got lost in Panyan Town..."
Natasha followed behind Xier and sighed helplessly when she heard this.
She sat on the empty chair and shook her head weakly, "I don't know... I wanted to go look for you guys, but somehow I couldn't get out."
The town where I have lived for so many years, the streets are so nice that I can walk out with my eyes closed.
But for some reason, the buildings that looked very familiar could not tell me the right direction, as if my memory disappeared in an instant.
"People sometimes forget things all of a sudden..." Sanyueqi patted his head and lowered his head to add dipping sauce to his small bowl, "But catching up with this meal is the best!"
At the side, Sang Bo's eyelids twitched slightly and his gaze turned to Cheng Che.
Cheng Che raised his eyes to look at Natasha, stirring the dipping sauce in his hands without any pause.
But the look in his eyes clearly said: Look, another Riddler!
Sambo sighed weakly, leaned back in his chair, and sighed, "It's over..."
Another person is going to have his bone marrow extracted.
The leader of the underground fire was lost, but Oleg was not lost, it was Natasha who was lost.
"Natasha brought out her treasured drinks this time..." Xier placed a few bottles of happy water on the table with a faint smile on her face, "These were saved before the upper and lower floors were blocked."
The bottle is transparent without a speck of dust, and has a yellow smiley face printed on it. It looks quite new, but the production date is at least ten years ago.
Sambo blinked his eyes. “This is indeed a very valuable item.”
Currently, only earth marrow and supplies are transported between the upper and lower levels, and the supplies are just a few necessities. As for other things...
Forget it, there isn't even enough food.
"This..." Bronya frowned as she looked at the bottles of happy water. A trace of confusion flashed through her eyes, mixed with pain and helplessness. "It should be expired..."
Hearing this, Xier shrugged and said, "It's good to be useful in the lower level area."
A complex look flashed across Bronya's eyes, and she reached out and held the bottle of happy water that had expired for more than ten years.
"Ah..." Cheng Che sighed heavily, stood up and walked towards the door.
All the people having dinner together were handsome men and beautiful women, and it would be a real pain not to have drinks.
"What did Cheng Che do?" Xi'er frowned slightly, looking at Cheng Che's back that seemed to be filled with dejection, and asked in confusion: "Another weirdo..."
There are a lot of weirdos in the lower area recently. Sambo has always been weird, and these outsiders are weirder than each other.
"Look through the trash can." San Yue Qi looked at Xing following Cheng Che closely and said with emotion, "The trash can is such a good thing..."
Look at this table of food!
They were all dug out of the trash can!
"Friend!" Sang Bo suddenly came back to his senses and quickly followed Cheng Che's footsteps, "Can you turn over two bottles of wine?!"
Natasha frowned and looked at Cheng Che's back, "Trash can..."
She was sure that there was nothing in the trash can, but Cheng Che seemed to be able to create something out of nothing?
In this case...
How about locking Cheng Che up with the trash can?
With Cheng Che here, the lower districts no longer have to rely on the little supplies given by the upper districts to survive...
"I never thought that people in the lower class would suffer such hardships..." Bronya unscrewed the glass bottle and looked at the happy water, which was much lighter in color, "I..."
"You keep crying... I'm so annoyed." Seele frowned and muttered, snatching the bottle from Bronya's hand, "Don't drink it, they're going to pick up trash."
Bronya looked up and looked at Seele, not knowing what to say for a moment.
She is a girl who looks cold but is actually very considerate. However, picking up trash...
Having said that, I feel like this meal isn't worth looking forward to...
After a while, Sambo came in with a big box, which was full of various drinks.
Sambo put the box on the table with a thump, smiling, "Take your pick! They're all free!"
Free, these two words make me feel like I’m losing money just by thinking about them.
Sangbo took out a bottle of wine from the box and looked at Danheng inquiringly, "Want some?"
"Yeah." Dan Heng nodded, put his chopsticks on the edge of the plate, and handed over his cup. "It seems that the trash can has a good harvest this time?"
"It's quite generous, but every time I have to give something that's not very serious." Cheng Che sat back and handed the cup to Sang Bo, "Give me some, I can't drink very well."
Sambo: ...
Sang Bo thought of the various health teas in Cheng Che's thermos cup and hesitated, "How much is one point?"
Cheng Che glanced at the water glass and said, "Fill it up."
Sambo: Are you kidding me?
"Okay... okay..." Sambo pursed his lips, resigned himself to his fate and poured the wine, asking, "Big Sister Natasha, would you like some wine? Fresh."
The production date is very fresh, but I have never seen this kind of wine!
"No." Natasha shook her head, holding the juice bottle in her hand, "I still have to take care of patients at night."
"Nata is very busy..." Xier muttered, squinting at Sambo, "But I rarely see Sambo so serious..."
Hearing this, San Yue Qi waved his hands and said, "How can he be serious? He is clearly a person under the eaves...what is it?"