Little Mushroom

Arriving at the downstairs of the residence, after 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?"

"Ah."

Lu Feng: "You like it?"

An Zhe thought about it for a while.

"I like it." He said, "But I don't have the money to buy anything else."

"I see." Lu Feng said, "I invite you to eat something else tonight."

An Zhe: "Why?"

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

It sounds right.It was because of him that Lu Yan noticed Sinan.

So An Zhe got the chance to pick and choose in the ingredients area.According to the menu given by the base, he finally bought tomatoes, potatoes and frozen beef.The price of beef is very expensive, and there is a special mark next to it that the production will be discontinued. He hesitated for a while whether to buy it, but during the time he hesitated, Lu Feng had already swiped his card.The balance displayed on the credit card machine made An Zhe feel the difference between people.

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

While cooking, An Zhe discovered something.

He stood where he was, silently watching the slightly churning water in the pot.

The soup is already very rich, and the potatoes are completely softened. The sweet and sour flavor of the tomato and the aroma of the beef are mixed together. It has a different taste from the potato soup, and it 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, it didn't look very fierce.

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

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

There are really many, An Zhe knows.

Put too many things and 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 the potato soup - if it continues to cook, the ingredients will be scattered, and then it will become a pot of unknown objects mixed with each other.

He estimated that even if the soup was for three people, it would be more than enough.

Lu Feng said, "It's too much."

An Zhe thought hard, and finally came up with a remedy: "I can invite Ke Lin to eat."

Lu Feng turned his head and glanced at him lightly.

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

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

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

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

An Zhe handed him the thermos: "I made soup, and I'll give you a copy."

"Wow." Seran said, "Thank you. I'm going out for dinner."

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

Seran said again: "You...Why did you give 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 it."

Seran laughed, "I guess so. So the colonel told you I live here?"

An Zhe nodded.

Seran brought Ann into the door, and after placing the thermos on the living room table, he took out something in a pink package from the drawer—it looked like a human snack.

He stuffed it into An Zhe's hand and said, "Please eat 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."

"My God." Seran smiled, "What a coincidence."

At this moment, there was a strong wind outside, and there was also the sound of wind whining from pipes in Seran's room.

An Zhe looked at the source of the sound.

"The ventilation pipe was originally closed, but when the wind is strong in summer, it will be opened as a whole for a period of time to prevent the inside of the pipe from being too humid. During this time, it will be loud, and the sound is too loud. Sometimes people who grew up in the main city will be disturbed to sleep. No, but don't be afraid." Seran's tone was very gentle, and after speaking, he smiled again and said, "But the colonel probably comforted you."

An Zhe was confused.

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

"He didn't," he said.

Seran: "...Maybe he forgot."

An Zhe felt that Seran thought of Lu Feng too kindly, and also thought of the relationship between the two of them too well.

When he returned to 3702, the colonel actually condescended to set the table and chopsticks himself—but unfortunately, even though one copy had been sent out, there was still a lot left.

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

An Zhe: "I can't."

Lu Yan: "You can't waste the resources of the base."

An Zhe scooped up a small piece of beef with a spoon and swallowed it hard. After he ate his own portion, he was forced by Lu Yan to face the rest of the pot, and he had already eaten half of it.

Lu Yan's tone was flat: "Continue."

An Zhe ate another piece of potato and a spoonful of soup.

He doesn't think so.

There is a limit to the amount of human food, even if this soup is very delicious.

He will break.

He looked up at Lu Feng.

——but saw this person looking at him, his brows and eyes slightly raised, with a hint of quiet joy in his expression.

An Zhe: "..."

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

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

Lu Yan: "The crime of wasting food."

An Zhe retorted: "Then you committed the crime too."

Lu Yan hugged him with folded arms, seemed to look him up and down, and said, "Smart."

An Zhe understood what he meant.

He swore that the next time this person came to eat, he would cut a piece of his own mycelium and poison him. He didn't plan to talk to this person any more and put the spoon down.

But Lu Feng smiled instead.He reached out and put the rest of the soup in front of him.It seemed that the judge was about to absolve himself of the crime. An Zhe observed his performance for a while, and decided to reduce one piece to one-half.

After dinner, he sent Lu Feng out. The colonel still had a conference call tonight.

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

He took out a translucent small 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, An Zhe opened the box.It is a pair of white umbrella-shaped rubber noise-cancelling earplugs.

He thought over and over again, still vacillating 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 continued to intensify, and the chirping in the cave became faintly sharp, to the extent that it would indeed make it difficult for humans to fall asleep—but he didn't plan to bring the pair of earplugs, at least not right now.

An Zhe stood in front of his bed.He has been thinking about one thing all afternoon.

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

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

He turned to look at the window of the room.

The window is very small, only as big as two textbooks put together, and there are two metal sliding windows and doors beside it.He walked to the window, pushed the sliding door inwards hard, and with a click, the window and door closed tightly so that no one could see the room from the outside.

hyphae.

Mycelium spread out from An Zhe's body.His clothes and the shell case pendant around his neck slid to the ground with a soft sound.At the same time, a group of snow-white hyphae drilled out from the neckline, rolled into the bottom of the bed, and stared quietly at the dark hole.

When he was a mushroom, An Zhe had a vague perception of the outside world. His vision and hearing were integrated, and his sense of smell and touch were indistinguishable. It was no longer a picture or sound. It was a special feeling. Human language could not describe such a change.

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

But it can't stop a soft mushroom.

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