Chapter 394: In order to survive in the end times, I recommend myself to be the boss’s bedmate (9)
In order to survive in the end times, I recommended myself to become the boss's bedmate (XIX)
Zhu Mingjian never expected that he would be facing such a scene.
The two people opposite were sitting comfortably with a large table of food in front of them.
He sat on a mat, feeling hungry and could only watch the other two people eat and drink.
Zhu Mingjian can even tell what delicacies are there by the smell.
For example, grilled pork intestines, big plate chicken, sweet and sour pork and roasted lamb legs.
He even saw Lance opening a can of Coke for Song Ning, and it was ice-cold Coke!
Zhu Mingjian's mouth was full of bitterness.
He now had some idea why the other party had called him over.
Firstly, they wanted to warn him to keep the secret, and secondly, they wanted to torture him mentally so that he would suffer enough. In this way, no matter what conditions the other party offered, he would probably choose to try his best to meet the other party's requirements in order to escape from this place as soon as possible...
"Hmm? Aren't you coming over to eat?"
Song Ning took a sip of Coke and realized that the other person was sitting there motionless, and he felt a little curious.
"Can I eat with you?"
Zhu Mingjian seemed to hear some heavenly sound.
Can't?
Song Ning turned his head to look at Lance, and Lance looked at him without denying or admitting it.
Song Ning thought about it for a while and felt that this meant that he could make the decision?
He thought about it and decided to call Zhu Mingjian.
"Come here, but some of these are leftover food, so don't be disgusted."
The amount of food from three days together was a bit surprising. He and Lance couldn't finish it in a short time, so they might as well let this person eat it together.
As for the rest, Lance will take care of it.
Song Ning was full of blind trust.
Zhu Mingjian looked at Lance's expression again and again, and after making sure that the other party had no dissatisfaction, he slid down to his knees in front of the table with gratitude.
"Thank you. I'll have someone send some fresh vegetables over later."
“Do you have fresh vegetables?”
Song Ning's eyes widened.
Zhu Mingjian picked up a piece of pig intestines, and the feeling of the fat bursting in his mouth was really wonderful.
He was very friendly towards Song Ning who invited him to dinner.
"Well, we already had a greenhouse here. Although the temperature suddenly dropped at that time, we worked together to save a batch of equipment for growing off-season vegetables."
Before this, they had never thought that they would need to do this to eat fresh vegetables. As a southerner, Zhu Mingjian is a fan of green vegetables. He goes to the vegetable market every day to pick out a handful of the freshest vegetables.
He won’t even buy the ones that aren’t the tenderest. He’s very picky.
"But where can we pick them now? If this continues, I think in order to let everyone have some vegetables to eat, the picking time can be moved back a little bit, so that everyone can eat vegetables as much as possible."
Zhu Mingjian couldn't help but sigh when he thought about it. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to eat his fresh green leafy vegetables for a long time.
Thinking of this, he took another big bite of the pig intestines, and the fat soothed his emotions.
Don’t think about it anymore. If you keep thinking about it, you’ll find that you can’t even eat a few bites of meat, haha.
Zhu Mingjian worked hard in silence, cherishing the beautiful moment.
After having a good meal and a good drink, Zhu Mingjian discovered that this small house looked small, but it had everything he needed.
He originally wanted to help wash the dishes or something, but he ended up seeing the two of them being very affectionate as they put everything into the dishwasher, one taking the bowls and the other the plates.
What kind of help is he giving? Can he wash it clean enough to be put into a dishwasher... Is their dishwasher still usable?
Zhu Mingjian suddenly noticed the highlight, and a belated shock slowly rose behind him.
He moved his hands and feet and realized something else.
This little house actually has heating?
Where do these two people get their electricity supply?
"Brother, you guys go talk, I want to take a shower."
Song Ning was a little embarrassed to whisper to Lance. He seemed to have been lying in bed without taking a shower for two or three days and was a little disgusted with himself.
Lance glanced at him and nodded.
Song Ning smiled embarrassedly at Zhu Mingjian and went upstairs quickly.
Without Song Ning, Zhu Mingjian instantly found that the atmosphere became cold.
The food he had just eaten suddenly became a burden. Zhu Mingjian took a deep breath and forced a smile.
"Then let's..."
"Hand out."
Lance stood in front of him, looking down at him, and the feeling of oppression immediately made Zhu Mingjian break out in a sweat.
He gritted his teeth and held on, but still stretched out his hand.
"What do you want? We can negotiate the terms, hiss!"
Zhu Mingjian felt a sharp stimulation in the palm of his hand and almost attacked the other party reflexively.
But what surprised him was that there was no scar on the palm of his hand.
"How is this going?"
Zhu Mingjian quickly realized that it was probably Lance's special ability that was at work.
"A little mental imprint. As long as you don't tell anyone about him, nothing will happen to you."
Lance was brief and to the point.
“As for compensation, we want a batch of fresh vegetables, as well as planting tips and seeds.”
"You might as well kill me with one blow."
Zhu Mingjian showed an expression of extreme pain.
Not only do we need a batch of fresh vegetables, but we also need seeds?
Lance was about to turn around, but stopped and turned back.
"It's not impossible."
He picked up the fire axe he had taken out from somewhere.
Zhu Mingjian quickly took three steps back.
"No, no, no, I just said it casually. I still want my life very much."
He touched his palms, "As long as I don't tell the secret, I'll be fine?"
"no others?"
Lance stood there with a pointed look.
"If I wanted to do something, I wouldn't have waited until now."
Also.
Zhu Mingjian thought about this and felt that it was true.
To put it bluntly, he was just being wary of the other party from the beginning to the end. To this powerful man, it seemed that he didn't take either him or the people under his command seriously.
In Lance's heart, probably only Song Ning's affairs can attract his attention?
Zhu Mingjian figured it out and felt relieved.
"Okay then, give me three days and I'll have someone deliver what you want."
"can."
Lance turned around and was about to leave, but Zhu Mingjian quickly stopped him.
"I would like to make a deal with you."
"explain."
"I want to exchange your sled for supplies."
Zhu Mingjian was not jealous of anything else, but the sled was really convenient.
The most troublesome thing for them when patrolling nearby in their small base every day is the constant heavy snow that makes it difficult for them to move.
Moreover, if you walk in the snow for a long time, even if you have special powers, your limbs will gradually become stiff. If an accident occurs, you may not be able to react due to the stiffness of your limbs.
If you have a sled, then patrolling might even just require two people to go out quickly for a spin.
"You can drive the one outside directly. I'll tell you the materials for the trade later."
Lance left him alone and went straight upstairs.
Aren't you worried about him?
Zhu Mingjian felt that he was being looked down upon.
Never mind, that's pretty good.
Zhu Mingjian closed the door considerately and got on the sled as if it were a treasure.
This is a great treasure. It doesn’t matter if others look down on him. As long as he can get this, he doesn’t care even if they treat him like a dog.
In these apocalyptic times, how much is face worth?