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Closed the door, changed clothes, and the two hid in the house to have a big meal.

Rice, mutton broth, soup is full of meat.

Lu Jiang said while eating: "Wife, your space is really amazing, there are hot meals, when I was in the army, you opened a small stove for me from time to time, and I didn't finish it for so long." ”

"It's completely gone." Windy and light slopes.

Although a lot of cooked food was prepared in case there was no way to cook during the apocalypse, but it was not endless.

Because Lu Jiang likes to eat braised pork, one-fifth of the braised pork prepared in the space has disappeared.

"Then I'll have to eat less." Having said that, Lu Jiang still soaked the rice in mutton soup and gobbled it up, "The mutton taste is not as delicious as the mutton of our army, the smell is heavy, the meat is a little fat, and the soft stomach is not chewy enough." ”

Feng Qingxue rolled her eyes, the cooked food she bought was all processed, and people naturally wouldn't use particularly expensive ingredients.

"You don't think the mutton soup is light enough to taste, I invite you to eat lamb skewers!" She took out a plate first, and then took out some pieces of mutton from the kebab from the iron chisel of the kebab, each piece the size of a walnut, fat and thin, and had an attractive aroma.

I bought it in the Northwest Territories, an authentic halal lamb skewer.

Feng Qingxue had a small appetite, and he had already eaten enough, so he poured the remaining half bowl of rice into Lu Jiang's bowl, then took out a large handful of lettuce leaves, picked up a piece of mutton wrapped in still hot meat, and stuffed it into Lu Jiang's mouth, "How about you taste it." ”

Lu Jiang's mouth was stuffed to the ground, and he finally swallowed it, "It's delicious!" ”

"If it's delicious, you can eat more!" Feng Qingxue thought of an advertising slogan.

Lu Jiang had a great appetite, and swept away the food on the table, which was worthy of burping.

Feng Qingxue put the dishes and chopsticks into the space, there was no water in the room, and she couldn't scrub them, and then she opened the window to disperse the smell, so that the waiter would not come in and smell the mutton and report them for stealing it.

In the era of scarcity, not everyone could eat mutton.

Half an hour later, the smell was almost gone, and the wind and snow pulled Lu Jiang.

"Let's go, time is pressing, let's go out and walk around, feel the road, and then we should consume food."

With a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, Lu Jiang certainly has no objection.

The couple locked the door of the room, borrowed two half-used tarpaulin umbrellas from the waiter, and went out one after the other.

That's right, two umbrellas, the reason is that gay men can't hold an umbrella with gay men, even if it's a husband and wife.

Shanghai really lives up to its name.

Walking along the side of the road, you can see all kinds of small bungalows, very old western-style buildings, and you can also see passers-by in a hurry, all say that Shanghai is the most fashionable place to dress up, but looking at the men and women with umbrellas or without umbrellas and raincoats are not particularly fashionable, they can't see the clothes under the raincoats clearly.

However, they are full of energy, holding their heads high, a mouthful of Allah, a mouthful of Yi, or some kind of old Banggua.

Lu Jiang didn't understand, and asked Feng Qingxue in a low voice: "Can you understand Shanghainese?" ”

"I know that Allah is what I mean, Yi is what he means, Nong is what you mean, and Lao Banggua seems to mean the old man, right? I don't quite understand the rest. Feng Qingxue also answered him in a whisper.

In her previous life, she had been to Shanghai, and even lived in a relative's house for a period of time, so she knew a little about Shanghai's customs and folklore.