Bug Master In Doomsday

When Wang Mang faced the delicious noodles, he moved his index finger, took his chopsticks, and began to **** the noodles.

Take another spoonful of hot sauce, mix well, tut tut, that taste, just two words: happy!

Wang Mang picked up a basin-sized noodle bowl and swallowed it in a few mouthfuls. He also added three spoons of hot sauce. When he put down the bowl, only a shallow layer of soup remained.

"It has only been more than two months since the outbreak of the end times, and the food of the civilized era is getting more and more unable to keep up with the stomach of the supernatural person," Wang Mang wiped his mouth and said with some regret.

Liu Ying, who stuttered a bit of noodles, nodded in agreement, and said bitterly:

"Husband, don't you know that when I was not a supernatural person before, I didn't eat as much as one-tenth of what I have now.

Now that you eat ordinary rice, you have to eat five or six bowls to eat 80% of your fullness. I’m afraid of eating too much and getting out of shape."

Wang Mang was a little dumbfounded about Liu Ying's thoughts.

"Xiaoying, the food we eat is not only for people's body functions, but also for their own abilities that require a lot of energy.

The free energy in the air is too little, and the pattern cannot absorb enough energy, so we can only get it from the food we eat every day.

This situation is normal and will not cause the body to consume too much energy and gain weight, so Xiaoying, don't worry about it."

When Liu Ying heard Wang Mang’s words, the sadness on her face finally disappeared a bit, then she got up and took a bowl of noodles from the pot, and deliberately added more monster meat.

Wang Mang also didn't have enough to eat, so he took the initiative to go to the stove and served a small bowl of noodles, sandwiched a dozen thick slices of meat, poured some vinegar, and feasted on Liu Ying again.

"Brother Mang, eat supper, why don't you call me!"

Wang Hu, in sleepy pajamas, walked slowly to the door of the kitchen, and saw Liu Ying and Wang Mang eating meat noodles in full swing. The sleepiness disappeared suddenly.

I quickly trot to the side of the stove, looked at the pot, then patted my chest, relaxed and muttered: "It's okay, okay, there's more noodles,"

When Wang Mang saw Wang Hu's hopeless appearance, he also said with a smile, "Look at you, Ahu, have you also woke up hungry?"

"Yes, Brother Mang, sister-in-law, I went to bed too early in the afternoon and didn't eat dinner. Of course I feel hungry and uncomfortable."

Wang Hu stroked his stomach, took out a small basin, and poured all the remaining noodles into the basin.

From the closet on the side, he took out a large plate of sliced ​​roasted meat, which looked a bit similar to roast duck.

Wang Hu squeezed a piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it. It tasted good, "Brother Mang, sister-in-law, this is the roast silk duck I bought in the afternoon. It tastes really good."

Wang Mang put down his bowls and chopsticks and waved his hands and said, "Your sister-in-law and I are full. Eat slowly. When it's two o'clock, prepare to act."

Liu Ying also nodded, picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth.

"Ahu, you can eat it alone. There is still cooked beef beef in the refrigerator. If there is not enough noodles, just take it out and eat it." After speaking, he cleaned the dishes and chopsticks on the table.

Liu Ying took Wang Mang’s arm and walked to the bedroom.

Wang Hu, who was left alone in the kitchen, ate his noodles with big mouthfuls, and from time to time he even put two pieces of duck meat in his mouth and chewed.

I took out the beef and two bottles of cold beer from the refrigerator, and I ate it freely and heartily.