Sara

However, Yofasa was carried out by Linshu in the end. His Majesty the Emperor got up willfully and refused to get out of bed. He didn't have time to really get him a wheelchair. Besides, he didn't know if this kind of expenses could be reimbursed to the organization.

"The chest is tight." Yofasa objected, lying on Linshu's back.

Linshu lifted him up: "What about now?"

Yofasa took a breath: "It's better."

Linshu repeated the action just now, until Yofasa's chin rested on the top of his head, he heard a sentence from above: "It's ok."

Yofasa is relatively thin, but with his height and body shape, no matter how light he is, he can't look like a girl.Linshu took two deep breaths, walked out of the room and closed the door with his foot.

After going down the stairs is the front desk of the hotel. The front desk is as simple and outdated as the rooms in the hotel, with many outdated posters pasted to cover up the peeling off of the wall paint.

Yofasa felt that the place was dilapidated, but he didn't realize that it was already a pretty good hotel in this town.

The probability of being discovered in the city is too high, and the plan of the rebels for Linshu is to try to go to the backward and sparsely populated areas, because the empire does not care about these places at all, and even if they come to find people, it will be very troublesome.

The girl at the front desk was watching the new TV series released this season. In the screen, the hero and heroine were glamorous, breathing fresh air, eating exquisite pastries, wearing luxury brand clothes, and staged a love-hate relationship.

The screen and the reality are hardly the same era.

"I'll check out at twelve noon, and I'll come back later to pick up my things." Lin Shu greeted the front desk.

The little girl glanced at him casually, just looked away, then looked over suddenly, and her eyes fell on Yofasa's face.

At the end of Yofasa's line of sight is the projection screen in front of the little girl.

Except on the screen, the little girl has never seen such a good-looking person. She thought it was a celebrity model who was not staying in the city and wanted to come to a remote area to experience the local customs. She was excited to say something, and she heard Yofasa pointing at the Actor: "He has cancer, so he is arguing with Selena, asking her to leave him."

Selena is the name of the heroine of this TV series.

The little girl's face suddenly turned pale, and she completely forgot what she wanted to say. In her eyes, Yofasha suddenly became hideous at this moment: "You! How can you spoil it!"

Linshu was shocked by the fact that Yofasa would watch soap operas: "Do you usually watch this kind of bloody drama to adjust your life?"

The little girl's face turned even paler: "How can you say that the plot is bloody! You haven't even seen it! If you have the ability, you can become a screenwriter yourself!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Linshu immediately apologized, he is an easy-going person who is easy to get along with, and he is generally unwilling to argue with others.

Even if the story told by Yofasa is indeed bloody.

The little girl waved her hands in disgust, telling the two to get out of here quickly, and don't disturb her watching TV dramas.

Lin Shu clicked his tongue, and walked out of the main entrance of the hotel: "Why are you flirting with other girls?"

"I didn't molested her." Yofasa defended.With the help of the supply device, he secretly watches TV series at ten times the speed, but the TV series are too long, and he can't keep fishing, so he reads the outline of the whole story first. If he is not curious, he will not be anxious, and he can choose his favorite to see the plot.

This is a typical screenwriter-style viewing of movies, but Yofasha is really immoral and doesn't understand the mood of normal people at all.

The street outside the hotel looked a bit desolate, with dusty houses on both sides, few tall buildings, few pedestrians, and few young people.

Although the old city of the imperial capital is lifeless, there are many people anyway, and young people live there.

Linshu entered a fast food restaurant with Yofasa on his back, put him in a position where he could see him at any time, and went to the front desk to order food.

Yofasa sat on a chair and looked around. He knew what the outside world looked like, and the difference between cities and marginalized areas, but knowing and seeing with his own eyes were two different things.

He noticed a line of notices posted on the wall: Decline electronic payment.

When Linshu came back from ordering, Yofasa was still staring at the reminder, he knocked on the table and dropped a menu: "I forgot to ask you, is there anything you can't eat?"

Yofasa wanted to pick up the menu, but when his fingertips touched a little greasy, he immediately withdrew his hand and changed his fingers: "No this, no this, this, this...none of it."

Seeing him negating the menu to the point where there are few items left, Linshu asked distressedly: "Is it an allergy? Or is it harmful to the body? Why do I think there is something wrong with you leaving the hamburger meat and crossing out the vegetable salad?"

Yofasa was silent for a while, and replied, "I don't want to eat."

It turned out to be a picky eater.Linshu felt that he couldn't let the child be self-willed, so he pushed the menu in front of him again: "Be normal, don't follow your own preferences, eat something healthy."

"You speak like my guardian." Yofasha frowned.

"Choose quickly."

Yofasa turned his face away, folded his legs, sat sideways on the chair with his head propped up, did not speak to Linshu, and looked like a child who was too old to clean up.

Linshu had no choice but to pick up his own terminal to send a message to Irina—he didn’t dare to use the more convenient new mobile phones on the market, fearing that Yofasha would take advantage of his inattention, so he chose the system terminal from the rebel army , even if Yofasha got it, he could only contact the rebels.

Irina asked Irina for Yofasa’s daily recipes and got a quick reply. Linshu got a very long list. It seems that Yofasa can eat a lot of things. The problem is that those messy prefixes and notes in brackets make him Head is big.

"What kind of treatment do you need to drink milk... I don't know the words." Linshu looked at the terminal for a long time, then at Yofasa, "Your hamburger meat is gone, this restaurant can't use such a high-end one. Edible oil, the same pot of oil only lasts for a day, thank goodness.”

Yofasha’s recipes are very strict on meat, and fruits and vegetables only need to be fresh, clean and free of pesticide residues.

So the last thing put in front of Yofasa was the first vegetable salad crossed out by him.

Under the condition that Linshu has emphasized many times and given sufficient tips, the raw materials used in this vegetable salad are very fresh, the water used to wash the vegetables is pure water used for drinks, and the entire plate arrangement is also as pleasing as possible.But that doesn't change the fact that it's just a bunch of vegetables.

Yofasa picked up the fork for a long time and failed to put a plate. In the end, he forked a piece of tomato and didn't put it in his mouth. Instead, he said to Linshu who was eating a burger: "My BIM index is lower than the normal value."

"What does this mean?" Linshu took a bite of the hamburger and asked vaguely.

"The body mass index is less than 18.5, which means I am underweight." Yofasa explained solemnly, "This is not healthy."

"so what?"

Jehofasa threw down the fork: "I have to eat meat."

Linshu thought that he would throw the fork in his face, and subconsciously leaned back, but fortunately, the fork only made intimate contact with the glass bowl, making a crisp and pleasant collision sound.

Lin Shu dreamed back to his host family when he was a teenager. The children in that family also behaved like this when they didn’t eat vegetables, and they were often accompanied by crying and rolling all over the floor. Compared with Yofasa’s performance mild.

It may also be that the emperor's reserve prevented him from making such a price-dropping move.

Lin Shu weighed for a moment between persuasion and coercion, swallowed the last bite of hamburger meat, and picked up the fried chicken cutlet on his plate: "You don't have to eat it, you can choose between vegetable salad and nutritional supplements. "

Yofasa opened his eyes slightly, he probably didn't expect that he would reject him for such a trivial matter, and he refused so leniently, without giving any face, but Linshu was totally messed up by what happened to him in the old city Out of the psychological shadow.

Under Linshu's insistence not to eat oil and salt, Yofasa, who didn't want to be hungry, still ate half of the vegetable salad, but he didn't say a word until he returned to the hotel.

Linshu took out his backpack and some belongings from the hotel, checked out and went to the nearby parking lot to drive a car.

It looked like an ordinary small commercial vehicle. Except for the front driver's seat, the two rows of seats in the back were removed, and there were many things to be used on the road, including the box that made Yofasha's back hurt.

Linshu asked Yofasa to sit in the co-pilot and fastened his seat belt.

"We are going to sleep in the wild tonight, and you may have to be wronged."

Yofasa closed his eyes, his long eyelashes covered them, and did not respond to Linshu's words.

It's worse to be silent than to lose your temper.

Linshu locked the car door irritably, went nearby to do some shopping, came back and packed the trunk, and then drove away from the small town.

The wilderness is more desolate than the town. Over-exploitation of the natural environment in recent years has resulted in desertification in many areas. It is difficult to see a bit of green along the way, and there are more abandoned house wrecks.

Yofasa has only seen the external environment in video records, and even immersive holographic projections cannot completely replace the actual perception.

Limited resources are in cities, so everyone should live in cities.

The population that the city can accommodate is also limited, so some people will be abandoned.

Yofasha had a headache, so he decided to sleep for a while.

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Yofasa was awakened by a sudden brake, and the momentum of leaning forward was stopped by the arm of the person next to him.

"Almost hit a small animal... It's too dark to see what it is." Linshu muttered.

It was already dark at this time, and it was not safe to walk at night.

Linshu turned the car off the road, bumped for a few minutes, and came to a relatively flat open space. There happened to be a dirt slope next to it to block the wind. It was a pretty good camping place.

"You stay in the car first, it's cold outside." After Linshu instructed Yofasha, he got out of the car and went to the back compartment to take out the things he needed, and he hurriedly set up the tent and lit the fire by himself.

When Yofasha came down, Linshu was basically set up.

The wilderness is not like a town, and the temperature at night is very low. Sitting by the fire to keep warm is a novel experience for Yofasa. He has never even seen a real fire a few times.

"Well, I bought purified water. I don't know which one you can drink. I bought the two most expensive ones. You choose the one yourself and give me the rest."

Linshu's busy work was not over yet. While pointing to Yofasha the purified water he put there, he took some things from the car and put them on the table that had been fixed earlier.

Yofasa watched quietly. He saw Linshu take out the ingredients from the bag and sort them out one by one. He saw Linshu take out the terminal and projected a screen. He saw him looking at the screen and doing his hands inexperiencedly.

On the screen is "Recipe for hamburger meat that novices can enter the kitchen".

The wind on the desert blows around the slopes and blows into the distance, and the tumbleweeds run alone to the stars on the horizon.

Yofasa sat by the fire, half of his body was illuminated by the fire, and his long golden hair seemed to be on fire. He blinked his red eyes and said to Linshu, "I don't want onions."

Linshu's carrot-cutting hand paused for a moment, and then responded in a warm voice: "Okay."

Linshu: Excuse me, am I his mother?