Arriving downstairs and getting out of Lu Feng's car, An Zhe said, "Thank you."

"No thanks." Lu Feng said, "How do you eat?"

"Cook it yourself." An Zhe said.

"Potato soup?"

"Um."

Lu Feng: "You like it?"

An Zhe thought seriously for a while.

"I like it," he said, "but I don't have money to buy anything else."

"I see." Lu Feng said, "I'll treat you to something else tonight."

An Zhe: "Why?"

Lu Feng said lightly: "Thank you for leading me to discover alien species."

This sounds right. Lu Feng noticed Si Nan because of him.

So Anzhe got the opportunity to pick and choose in the food area. After comparing the menu given by the base, he finally bought tomatoes, potatoes and frozen beef. The price of beef was very expensive, and there was a special sign next to it that it was about to be discontinued. He hesitated for a while.

He didn't want to buy it, but Lu Feng had already swiped his card while he was hesitating. The balance displayed on the card swiping machine made Anzhe feel the difference between people.

There are simple instructions next to the ingredients. An Zhe didn't know anything else, so he still made soup.

While cooking, Anzhe discovered something.

He stood there, silently watching the slightly churning water in the pot.

The soup is already very rich, and the potatoes have softened completely. The sweet and sour smell of tomatoes and the aroma of beef are mixed together. It has a different taste from potato soup and is very delicious.

but……

Lu Feng looked at him: "What's wrong?"

"I..." An Zhe looked up at him.

But Lu Feng's green eyes looked at him, separated by a layer of white mist, and they didn't look very fierce.

"I..." An Zhe said, "I seem to have done too much."

"More?" Lu Feng walked to him, leaned forward slightly, and looked into the pot.

There are really too many, An Zhe knows.

If you put too many things, you also put too much water.

When he makes potato soup, in order to make the potatoes softer and the soup thicker, he likes to add a lot of water, and then slowly boil the large amount of water into a small portion of soup.

However, the current soup seems to have a different principle from potato soup - if it is boiled any longer, the ingredients will fall apart and turn into a pot of unknown objects mixed with each other.

He estimated that the soup would be more than enough for three people.

Lu Feng said: "That's too much."

Anzhe thought hard and finally came up with a remedy: "I can invite Colin to come up and eat."

Lu Feng turned to look at him lightly.

An Zhe keenly caught a trace of Lu Feng's emotions from that faint glance. Cooking too much soup seemed to be a serious mistake.

Lu Feng said: "Selan lives in 3202, give him a copy."

After ringing the doorbell of 3202, Selan quickly opened the door from the inside.

"It's you?" He seemed slightly surprised.

Anzhe handed him the thermos: "I made soup and I'll give it to you."

"Wow." Selan said, "Thank you. I'm just about to go out for dinner."

An Zhe handed the soup to him and said, "You're welcome."

Selan added: "Why...you gave it to me? Maybe the colonel will like it."

An Zhe didn't know how to answer for a while.

Finally, he said: "The colonel also has some."

Selan smiled and said: "I guess so. So it was the colonel who told you that I live here?"

An Zhe nodded.

Selan brought An Zhe in and placed the thermos on the table in the living room. Then he took out something in a pink package from the drawer - it looked like a human snack.

He put it into An Zhe's hand and said, "Please have some candy."

An Zhe said: "Thank you."

Seran said: "Are you still used to living in the main city? Which floor are you on?"

An Zhe: "I'm in 3702."

"Oh my god." Selan smiled: "What a coincidence."

At this moment, there was a strong wind outside, and the whistling sound of the pipes could also be heard in Selan's room.

Anzhe looked at the source of the sound.

"The ventilation ducts are originally closed, but when the wind is strong in the summer, they will be opened for a period of time to prevent the inside of the ducts from being too humid. During this period, they will be noisy. The sound is so loud that sometimes people who have been in the main city since childhood will be disturbed to sleep.

No, but don't be afraid." Selan's tone was very gentle. After speaking, he smiled again and said, "But the colonel has probably comforted you."

An Zhe was confused.

First of all, he didn't feel scared and didn't need to be comforted. Secondly, Lu Feng never comforted him at all.

He said: "He didn't."

Selan: "...Maybe he forgot."

An Zhe felt that Selan thought of Lu Feng too kindly and thought of their relationship too well.

When he returned to 3702, the colonel condescended to set out the dishes himself - but unfortunately, even though one portion had been given away, there was still a lot left.

A certain colonel looked at him with cold green eyes: "You can."

An Zhe: "I can't."

Lu Feng: "You can't waste the base's resources."

Anzhe scooped up a small piece of beef with a spoon and swallowed it hard. After he ate his own portion, Lu Feng forced him to face the rest of the beef in the pot. He had already eaten half of it.

Lu Feng's tone was calm: "Continue."

Anzhe ate another piece of potato and a spoonful of soup.

He doesn't think it's possible.

Human food intake is limited.

He will be broken.

He raised his head and looked at Lu Feng.

——But he saw this man looking at him, his eyebrows slightly raised, with a hint of quiet pleasure in his expression.

An Zhe: "..."

He should have known better. Lu Feng's purpose was not to save resources for the base at all. His happiness was based on bullying him.

He frowned, a little angry. This time he was firm and said, "I won't eat it."

Lu Feng: "The crime of wasting food."

An Zhe retorted: "Then you are guilty too."

Lu Feng crossed his arms and hugged him. He seemed to look him up and down before saying, "You're smart."

Anzhe heard what he meant.

He swore that next time this person came to eat again, he would cut a piece of his own mycelium and put it in to poison him. He was not going to pay attention to this person anymore and put down his spoon.

But Lu Feng smiled instead. He reached out and put the remaining soup in front of him. It seemed that the judge was going to exonerate himself. An Zhe observed his performance for a while and decided to cut one piece into two.

piece.

After dinner, he sent Lu Feng out. The colonel had a conference call to hold in the evening.

Walking to the door, Lu Feng seemed to suddenly remember something.

He took out a small translucent box from the breast pocket of his uniform and threw it to An Zhe.

"You can use it if you can't sleep." He said.

After returning to his room, Anzhe opened the box. It was a pair of white umbrella-shaped rubber anti-noise earplugs.

He thought over and over again, still wavering between whether Lu Feng was a good person or a bad person, and finally temporarily defined this person as a changeable person.

The wind outside continues to increase, and the sound in the cave becomes faintly shrill, which is indeed enough to make it difficult for humans to fall asleep.

Anzhe stood in front of his bed. He was thinking about one thing all afternoon today.

If he can't move freely in the lighthouse, when will he find the spores?

He once thought this was an insurmountable problem, but now he has a way to go. All the buildings in the city are connected by ventilation ducts.

He turned to look at the window of the room.

The window was very small, only as big as two textbooks, and there were two metal sliding doors next to it. He walked to the window, pushed the sliding door inward with force, and with a click, the window and door were tightly closed, so that no one could come in from the outside.

Saw the room.

Mycelium.

Mycelium spread out from An Zhe's body. His clothes and the bullet pendant around his neck fell to the ground with a soft sound. At the same time, a ball of snow-white mycelium came out of the collar and rolled in.

Under the bed, staring silently at the dark hole.

When he was a mushroom, Anzhe had a vague perception of the outside world. His vision and hearing merged into one, and his sense of smell and touch were indistinguishable. It was no longer pictures or sounds. It was a special feeling. Human language could not describe such a change.

There is a fine wire mesh at the entrance of the hole, three layers, enough to block all insects, small or large.
Chapter completed!