Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

After finally finishing the dishes, I went to get the soup.

It’s just that the elderly seem to be particularly keen on drinking this yellow soup called “Health-preserving Soup”, and there are a lot of people lining up.

Pierre saw an acquaintance inside, Xie Zian, the one who ran over and bumped into him in the morning.

"Hey, make way, make way."

Pierre walked over while yelling and pushed Xie Zian, who was originally in the queue, out.

The soup that was supposed to be in his hands fell into Pierre's hands.

"thank you."

Xie Zian's eyes seemed to be filled with poison. If looks could kill, Pierre's body would have been riddled with holes by now.

Seeing Pierre leaving, Xie Zian... endured it for the time being: "Just wait, you will suffer in the future."

He wanted to go back to the team to get some soup, but the person behind him refused to give in: "Hey, what are you doing? Your share has just been taken away."

This group of people are used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Seeing that Pierre ran fast and was not easy to mess with, they took out all their anger on the remaining Xie Zian.

Xie Zian clenched his fists and had no choice but to go to the end of the line and start again...

On the other side, Pierre, who had successfully prepared his meal, had already reached the third floor.

We have a set meal system here, and every employee has the same meals.

Pierre saw something familiar, a brown, smelly paste spread out on the plate. It was of very poor quality, exactly the same as what Xie Zian had brought in the morning.

I picked up the spoon and took a sip. The taste was indescribable.

It's very strange, as if all the ingredients, regardless of type and flavor, were added together at once.

The result is that the paste tastes bitter, sour and smells bad.

One bite is no different from drinking swill.

At this moment, the food that had just been obtained on the lower floor was placed next to it, including vegetables, chicken legs, potatoes and beef brisket...

It has a variety of colors, flavors and aromas, constantly impacting the sight and brain of the chosen one.

Pierre glanced at the delicious food beside him, with no expression on his face. He ate all the porridge on the plate bite by bite without changing his expression.

To him, no matter how bitter the food on the plate was, it was not as bitter as the pain in his heart that had long been dormant.

Bitter things are good, they leave a more aftertaste after you take them.

But not all the chosen ones are as aware as Pierre.

Some of the chosen ones looked around the cafeteria and saw the caregivers around them stealing food. They thought it was no big deal and started eating the food on the first and second floors as well.

There is so much food anyway, so it won’t be a problem if there is a little less.

This violates rule four.

After they finished eating, they didn't think there was anything wrong and returned to the old man with peace of mind.

……

Pierre finished all the paste on the plate with an expressionless face and smacked his lips.

He used to like adding sugar to his coffee.

But now, he felt that bitter food seemed more suitable for him.

He picked up the plate prepared for the old man and went to the first floor.

The crowd that had just gotten their meals had long since dispersed.

At this moment, there are only a few people left inside.

Pierre noticed that these people were also wearing nursing uniforms, but they were soaked with blood and dirt, and the entire uniform had turned from white to black.

Each of them carried an iron bucket of different sizes. They came to each canteen window, and the aunt poured the leftovers into it.

Pierre also saw a caregiver holding the largest bucket, which was waist-high and wide enough for two people to stand side by side.

Instead of going to the window, he went to a trash can nearby and threw everything in it into the bucket.

Fruit peels and rotten vegetable leaves are good things. There are also spit from people and slop from washing pots... Pierre is sure that if someone dared to feed pigs like this in their country, the Animal Protection Association would come to their door and sue them for abuse.

He was particularly curious about the identities of these people holding buckets and what they were going to do.

At this moment, he saw a chosen one who entered the dungeon with him. He immediately wanted to go up and talk to him.

When the nurse saw Pierre coming towards him, his eyes widened suddenly, and he walked away as if he had encountered the plague.

Pierre: "..."

Is he some kind of scourge?

Fortunately, he is a veteran Chosen One. It’s not that bad to cooperate with him, right?

Besides, his ranking in the prisons was lower than those of Chen Yue, so his character should be more convincing.

Pierre saw the man running away and did not continue chasing him.

To sum up, he could only think of two possibilities.

First, the other party is in a hostile state with you for some reason, but you know you can't beat him, so you're scared away.

Second, there are rules in the other party’s rules that prohibit communicating with you.

Pierre prefers the latter.

He carried the food tray to the food window.

The lady serving the food glanced at him and said, "What are you doing? We have served all the food for today. There is no more."

Pierre: "Hello, please heat up the food for me."

The aunt heard it... but pretended not to hear it and sat on the ground picking her feet.

Pierre: "..."

With a sad face, he began to talk about his past: "You know, I had an ex-girlfriend..."