Zhang Xiaoqiang threw the menu away. His cheeks were a little hot, and his heart was restless, beating violently. The menu said that it was human milk, and Zhang Xiaoqiang really believed it. There was not a single cow in the colony, and the dairy products had long expired. Relatively speaking, as long as there were women giving birth, there would be breast milk.
He wanted to ignore it, but his eyes kept glancing at the menu. After thinking for a long time, Zhang Xiaoqiang still decided to order one. He did not have the courage to drink it. He just wanted to know the taste, and there was no need to try it himself. As for the person to taste it, there was a child who was not even 18 years old beside him.
"Ding …"
The bell on the wooden table rang crisply, waking up the customers who were talking dirty around them. They all looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not care. He leaned against the back of the chair leisurely and waited for someone to come.
Ten seconds later, a woman wearing a cheongsam with dark patterns walked over. She stood beside Zhang Xiaoqiang and asked softly.
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not answer immediately. His eyes were hooked by the white thighs under the cheongsam. After a while, he let out a breath and looked at the girl who looked 167 years old and said, "Give me a bottle of your best wine, 20 liters per cup."
Zhang Xiaoqiang was too embarrassed to say human milk in front of the girl, so he could only vaguely say 20 liters of his own words. The girl was stunned at first, then she covered her mouth and smiled. She nodded and then stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang with a burning gaze, waiting for what would happen next.
Seeing the sparkle in the girl's eyes, Zhang Xiaoqiang understood that the girl was waiting for him to pay first.
"How much?"
"Thank you, a total of 180 liters!"
The girl left, and Zhang Xiaoqiang stared blankly at the girl's slim waist. His cheeks were smeared with dark red lipstick. There was only one thought in his mind, "It feels good to be rich."
Zhang Xiaoqiang gave her 200 liters of food coupons without asking for change. In his mind, he had printed the coupons himself, so there was no need to be stingy. His generosity caused a violent reaction from the girl, and she kissed him wildly. Zhang Xiaoqiang almost suffocated. He was still thinking, after hanging out with foreign girls for so long, did they also become like foreign girls?
A bottle of Chivas and a cup of unknown white liquid were placed in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang. It was still the same girl. She put down the tray and held it in front of her chest. She straightened her upper body and smiled at Zhang Xiaoqiang with a clean and delicate face.
"Slap …" Zhang Xiaoqiang was self-taught. He slapped the girl's perky buttocks. The girl didn't scream. She threw Zhang Xiaoqiang a coquettish look and turned to leave. Looking at the swaying of her buttocks, it was obvious that she got what she wanted.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was proud of himself. He leaned on the wheelchair and crossed his legs. He opened his arms wide and occupied a large space.
"Slap …" "Ah …" "Bang …"
Zhang Xiaoqiang heard a crisp sound and a girl's scream. He turned his head and saw the girl knocking the tray on the head of a guy who was trying to take advantage of Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang smiled. Different people have different fates.
"Gulp, gulp …"
Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at Yutou drinking a cup of human milk. When he saw Yutou finish it in one gulp, he casually wiped the residue on the corner of his mouth and hurriedly asked, "Tell me, what does it taste like?
Does it taste bad? "
Yutou burped and stretched out his paw to scratch his hair. He was puzzled. It seemed that he really didn't taste anything.
"It's a little light, a little fishy. It doesn't taste bad, but it also doesn't taste good. It feels very strange. It seems that I've drunk it before?"
"Okay, okay. Tell me, do you want another cup?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang hurriedly interrupted and didn't let Yutou's imagination run wild.
"It doesn't taste good. I don't want to drink anymore. Zhang Xiaoqiang, look, this wine …"
Yutou had already passed the age of drinking milk. He casually pointed at the Chivas on the table and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang eagerly.
"Why would a kid drink wine?
Don't you know that it's messy after drinking? "
Zhang Xiaoqiang casually rejected Yutou and poured himself a cup of wine. In his heart, he was still glad that he didn't drink it.
When Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yutou were making a fuss about the human milk incident, the wooden table was basically full. They were all watching the performance. Only Zhang Xiaoqiang's table was ordering. Zhang Xiaoqiang's generosity inevitably attracted the attention of the girl just now.
The last person to enter caused a commotion as soon as he came in. He stood at the door and blocked all the light outside. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked back and almost grabbed the Rat King Blade and jumped up.
Zhang Xiaoqiang immediately recognized that person as a D2. It was too similar. He was more than two meters tall, had a fierce face, short neck, and bulging muscles. He was wearing a hand-made t-shirt. The tight muscles on his body made the cotton t-shirt look like a bionic armor. When he walked, his muscles moved like countless little mice swarming on his body.
He was wearing a pair of large jeans. The jeans were not long enough, so below the knees, they were joined by other trousers. Because of the tight workmanship, it seemed to have a special taste.
On his feet was a pair of leather sandals. It was also hand-made, which made the sandals show some fashion elements. The whole person looked very stylish.
What made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel at ease was the man's eyes. Although the man's eyes were a bit abnormal, the grayish-red eyes had a hint of killing intent. In short, he was still human. Zhang Xiaoqiang had never seen a zombie with eyes.
The person who came was Wan Qiang. He had already gotten the food and distributed it evenly. He knew his own appetite. Since he wouldn't starve to death, he might as well continue to starve.
But these few days he had been living a good life. He worked for others (at least that was what he thought), so he had to eat until he was full. He didn't care how ugly the person who fed him looked. Others ate with a bowl, but he ate with a pot.
One pot was not enough. He didn't even count how many pots he had to eat. Every time, he would bury his head and eat until the rice reached his throat. There were more than 30 people who specially cooked for him.
The uniform he was wearing was pretty good (that was what he thought). He had already decided not to return it since he didn't have to pay a deposit. He stood at the door and looked around. He saw Zhang Xiao Qiang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at him.
Their gazes collided, and there seemed to be a faint smell of gunpowder in the air. Neither of them dodged, competing with each other. Wan Qiang had never had anyone who dared to look him in the eye and arouse his interest.
Zhang Xiaoqiang had killed too many D2 zombies. He was also interested in a human who looked like a D2. He wasn't afraid of anyone. With his current strength, why should he be afraid of anyone?
"Dong dong dong …" Wan Qiang walked towards Zhang Xiaoqiang. His huge body walked on the floor, causing a slight tremor. The wine cup on the wooden table was the most sensitive. The half full wine cup formed a ring.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't stop looking at Wan Qiang. He had a playful smile on his face. His eyes had a hint of ridicule.
Yutou didn't understand the situation. He was thinking about the wine. Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang and the blockhead looking at each other, he carefully lifted the bottle and poured half a cup of human milk into his cup. He gulped it down.
"Pu …" Yutou spat it out. He swore that he had never drunk such a disgusting thing in his life. From then on, he never got cold again.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was shocked by the movement beside him. He turned around and saw Yutou spitting out his saliva with a bitter face. There was a thick smell of wine in the air. Zhang Xiaoqiang immediately understood that Yutou had stolen the wine to drink.
"Hahaha!"
Zhang Xiaoqiang pointed at Yutou and laughed. He could see that Yutou had tasted bitterness. The wine didn't come from Yutou's mouth. It came from Yutou's nostrils.
"I said that you can't drink. You've tasted bitterness. Wine is for men. Why would a little kid drink wine?"
Yutou didn't say anything. He put the quilt on the table and lowered his head.
Zhang Xiao Qiang then recalled that he had exchanged glances with Wan Qiang, and turned around to see Wan Qiang sitting down at table 1. Seeing Wan Qiang's huge body about to sit down, Zhang Xiao Qiang immediately perked up and waited to see a joke.