Little Mushroom

After arriving downstairs, and getting out of Lu Yan's car, An Zhe said, "Thank you."

"No thanks," Lu Yan said, "how do you eat?"

"Cook it yourself," An Zhe said.

"Potato soup?"

"Ok."

Lu Yan: "Do you like it?"

An Zhe pondered for a while.

"Like," he said, "but I have no money to buy anything else."

"I can see it," Lu Yan said, "please have something else tonight."

An Zhe: "Why?"

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

That sounds right. It was because of him that he noticed Si Nan.

So Anzhe got the chance to pick and choose in the food area. Contrary to the menu given by the base, he finally bought tomatoes, potatoes and frozen beef. The price of beef is very expensive, and a special sign next to it will be discontinued. He hesitated for a while to buy it, but in his hesitant time, Lu Yan had swiped the card. The balance displayed on the credit card machine made Anzhe feel the difference between people.

There is a simple method next to the ingredients to explain that Anzhe is nothing else, so it is still a soup.

While cooking, Anzhe found something.

He stood in place, staring silently at the slightly tumbling water in the pot.

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

but……

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

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

But Lu Yan's green eyes looked at him, and he was not very fierce, separated by a layer of white mist.

"I ..." An Zhe said, "I seem to do too much."

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

There are so many, Anzhe knows.

More stuff and more water.

When he made potato soup, in order to make the potatoes softer and the soup thicker, he liked to add a lot of water, and then slowly cooked these many waters into a small portion of soup.

However, the current soup seems to be different from the principle of potato soup-if you cook it again, the ingredients will be scattered, and then become a mixed pot of unknown objects.

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

Lu Yan said: "It's more."

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

Lu Yan turned his head and gave him a slight glance.

From that faint glance, An Zeng keenly caught a hint of Lu Yan's emotions, and it seemed like a serious mistake to cook more soup.

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

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

"Is it you?" He seemed slightly surprised.

An Zhe handed him the thermos pot: "I cooked the soup and I'll send you one."

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

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

Tsering again said, "Why did you give it to me? Perhaps the colonel would like it."

An Zhe did not know how to answer for a while.

In the end, he said, "There are colonels too."

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

An Zhe nodded.

After Thuran folds into the door and puts the thermos on the living room table, he takes out a pink-wrapped something from the drawer—it looks like a human snack.

He shoved it into Anzhe's hand and said, "Please eat sugar."

An Zhe said, "Thank you."

Serran said, "Are you still used to living in the main city? On which floor are you?"

An Zhe: "I'm at 3702."

"My God." Serran smiled. "Coincidentally."

At this moment, there was a strong wind outside, and there was a whining wind in the pipe in Thoran's room.

An Zhe looked at the source of the sound.

"The ventilation pipe was originally closed, but it would be opened for a period of time when the wind is strong in summer to avoid the interior of the pipe being too wet. During this time, it will be loud, the sound is too loud, and sometimes people from the main city will be noisy to sleep No, but don't be afraid. "Serran was very gentle. After he said it, he smiled again." But the colonel probably calmed you. "

An Zhe was confused.

First of all, he didn't feel scared and didn't need to appease. Secondly, Lu Yan never appeased him.

He said, "He didn't."

Serran: "... Maybe he forgot."

Anzhe thinks that Seran thinks of Lu Yan too kindly, and he thinks of the relationship between them too well.

He returned to 3702, and the colonel actually gave up the tableware to himself, but unfortunately, even if one had been sent, there was still a little more.

A colonel's cold green eyes looked at him: "You can."

An Zhe: "I can't."

Lu Yan: "You cannot waste the resources of the base."

An Zhe scooped up a small piece of beef with a spoon and tried to swallow it. After eating his share, he was forced to face the rest of the pot by Lu Ying, and now he has eaten half.

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

An Zhe ate another potato and a spoonful of soup.

He didn't think so.

Human appetite is limited, even if this soup is very delicious.

He will break.

He looked up and looked at Lu Yan.

-But seeing this man looking at him, his eyebrows raised slightly, his expression with a touch of joy.

An Zhe: "..."

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

He frowned, a little angry. This time he was resolute and said, "I don't eat anymore."

Lu Yan: "The crime of wasting food."

An Zhe retorts: "Then you have committed it."

Lu Yan arms around him, seems to look at him up and down, and said, "Smart."

An Zhe heard what he meant.

He vowed that the next time this person came to eat again, he would cut a piece of his own hyphae to poison him. He didn't plan to treat the person any more and scoop down the spoon.

But Lu Yan smiled instead. He reached out and put the rest of the soup in front of himself. It seemed that the judge was going to scapegoat himself, and Anzhe observed his performance for a while, and decided to reduce one piece to half.

After dinner, he sent Lu Yan out, and the colonel had a conference call tonight.

At the door, Lu Yan suddenly thought of something.

He took out a translucent locket from the pocket on the chest of the uniform and threw it to An Zhe.

"Used if you can't sleep," he said.

After returning to his room, An Zhe opened the box. A pair of white umbrella rubber noise-cancelling earbuds.

He pondered over and over again, still swaying between Lu Yan's good or bad, and finally defined this person as a changeable person for the time being.

The wind outside continued to increase, and the sound of the cave faintly sharpened, which was indeed a level that would make it difficult for humans to fall asleep-but he did not plan to bring the earplugs, at least not now.

Anzhe stood in front of his bed. Throughout this afternoon, he was thinking about one thing.

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

He used to think 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 windows were small, only as big as two textbooks, and there were two metal sliding doors next to them. He went to the window and pushed the sliding door inward with a click, and the door closed tightly so that no one could see the room from the outside.

Mycelium.

Mycelium spread out from Anzhe's body. His clothes slipped to the ground with the cartridge case pendant around his neck, making a slight noise. At the same time, a mass of white mycelium drilled out of the neckline, rolled into the bottom of the bed, and looked at the dark hole quietly.

As a mushroom, Anzhe had a vague perception of the outside world. Vision and hearing were integrated, and smell and touch could not be distinguished. It was no longer a picture or sound. It was a special feeling. Human language could not describe such a change.

The entrance has a fine metal mesh, three layers, enough to block all small or large insects.

But it couldn't stop a soft mushroom.

The author has something to say: the wonderful adventure of mushrooms