"It's a bit idealistic... In fact, there are aliens here, and several forces have already started to fight, but we didn't even think of it."
Yun Tuan said, and adjusted the position of the zipper again. It was pulled so fast that it seemed to have caught a few hairs.
There is a slight tingling sensation on the scalp, which is quite uncomfortable.
"Really? Who is it?" Jing He opened the drawer and opened a bag of small potato chips.
"It's not certain yet, but there is." Yun Tuan thought of that blurry face and shook his head. It was indeed a bit bad for him who used to be indifferent to everything.
Although it saved a lot of trouble, all these savings have turned into hidden dangers today.
"Ah, if the paradise also restored their memories, wouldn't we be surrounded now?" Jinghe gnawed potato chips as if it had nothing to do with him.
Yun Tuan nodded, took out the frozen sausages from the refrigerator, and put them into the air fryer. Just as she was about to put the rest back into the freezer, she turned around and saw three pairs of eyes staring straight at... the ones in her hand.
Intestine.
"You want to eat too?"
The three of them nodded in unison.
Yun Tuan canceled the frying mode he had just set and put a few more pieces in with clips. He turned around and put the rest aside, "It won't taste good if you fry too much in one pot. Let's wait for the next pot."
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"Yun Tuan, you are like a kind starch sausage vendor on the roadside." Jing He threw the potato chip bag into the trash can, holding his chin, his eyes bright, as if he was looking at a walking lunch box.
Yun Tuan frowned, "Forget it about being a street vendor, I have also sold starch sausages for others, but what happened to Ci Xiang?"
Seeing the excitement, Bei Xi didn't think it was a big deal, and added quietly: "He said you were old."
"Really?" Yun Tuan held the iron clip and exerted force with his fingertips. With a click, the two pieces of iron touched together.
Jinghe stared at the clamp, as if his head was being clamped, and a chill ran down his spine. He laughed a few times, "Well... I mean you have a gentle temperament and you seem to be very reliable."
Yun Tuan raised his eyebrows, "Is this how you understand it? Then your Chinese skills are average."
Jing Yu nodded, "Indeed, among all the subjects in high school, Chinese was the worst. He hired several tutors but had no improvement."
Jinghe leaned on the back of his chair and stretched, "What are you doing? People always have things they are not good at. The perfect machine is a machine. No, there is no perfect machine!"
Ding——
Jinghe's eyes suddenly lit up, "I can already smell the fragrance! Come on, bring me the bamboo sticks!"
"Don't worry, we still need to turn them over." Yun Tuan turned over all the sausages and asked casually, "Did you go out just now?"
Jing Yu nodded, "I went to the hospital and met Ning Xi on the way, but she didn't say anything and just changed her way."
"Let me just say, it is very useful to take either me or Master Yun with you when traveling." Jing He gave himself a thumbs up.
"Did you go to the hospital for a physical examination? You don't look too good." Yun Tuan glanced at Jing Yu. Could it be that she has been too busy recently and her calculations are inaccurate?
"Well, Beixi's physical examination showed that it's nothing serious. I'm just a little motion sick and I'll be fine in a while." Jing Yu held his forehead, his face looking a little tired.
"It's not like Jing Hefei was clamoring to copy your driving style. He was so squirmy all the way that I almost vomited." Bei Xi continued to add, suddenly showing a smile.
Yun Tuan shook his head, not surprised by Jing He's behavior.
After all, the first time they met in the dungeon, Jing He said nonsense.
I don’t know which of his tendons was wrong, causing the blood to flow backwards, and all the blood supply from the brain to the feet. He relies on this kind of behavior to attract public attention, and he can obviously just become a good-looking anchor to ensure traffic.