Doomsday Wonderland

Lin Sanjiu also didn't expect that thirty minutes later, an activity most suitable for taking place in the spaceship restaurant would happen naturally: a big eating party.

But the reason why she felt "unexpected" was mainly because the most unnatural thing about this matter was that there was not even a morsel of food at this feast.

The prologue of the feast started about thirty minutes ago when she stuffed the painter into the suspension cabin and headed to the restaurant together.

"Don't stick your head out," Lin Sanjiu ordered.

She knew that the humanoids didn't like being kept in cards, and she was willing to let them stay outside unless necessary. Obviously, the artist felt that the current situation was "unnecessary" - even one person and items had to be stuffed into the single-person suspension cabin.

Lin Sanjiu felt soft-hearted for a moment, but she regretted it all the way: She didn't feel it normally, but now she realized why the painter was such a boss, so crowded that she had no place to put her legs, so she could only curl up on the seat like a bird.

The painter was very happy. He had never been in a suspension cabin before, and he stuck his head out for a long time. When the suspension cabin turned or accelerated, he couldn't help but let out a small cheer.

"Pull your head back, or if you hit something—"

Lin Sanjiu was only halfway through her words when a shadow suddenly appeared on the wall of the corridor that kept flashing backwards, and then hit the painter hard on the head with a "dang" sound, even hitting his head to the side; Before she could scream, the handle used to open the ship for maintenance had already scattered into a ball of fragments and flew into the air behind the two of them.

As a painter of special items, he didn't seem to understand what was happening. He turned his head and said cheerfully "Huh?" to her, without even a red mark on his head.

The second half of what Lin Sanjiu was about to say suddenly changed to: "——You are going to smash my things!"

The painter said "ah" again and finally took his head back.

"Is [the disease] still in your stomach?" Lin Sanjiu asked.

For such a simple yes or no question, the artist was gesticulating, talking loudly for a long time, pointing at his belly for a while, elongating his face for a while, making an expressionless look - as if he was imitating a human being. Puppet Master - I just couldn't tell whether it was yes or no; as a result, until the two of them climbed out of the suspension cabin at the door of the restaurant, Lin Sanjiu still didn't understand what the painter meant.

...Forget it, it was the puppet master's thing anyway, so he wasn't in a hurry, let alone himself.

"You're finally here!"

As soon as she pushed the door, she didn't expect that the person who walked up to her immediately was Pina, who grabbed her hand and dragged her into the restaurant, saying, "Come and take a look, I think this is really not good." Like..."

Pina looked vaguely excited, as if she had just had a debate with someone. After Lin Sanjiu and the painter walked over together, she looked around and was still confused.

At this time, the great miko was settled in a chair by Qingjiu, with a faint blush on her cheeks, as if she was tilting her head and falling into a long spring dream.

On the table in front of her, there were several small cups, each filled with bright liquid of different colors; Qing Jiuli lay on the side, raised a hand towards Lin Sanjiu, and shook the two cups like a mollusk. Get down and say, "Hi."

"What are you doing?" She had to ask the same question to different people.

"Pina doesn't understand nutrition," Qingjiuru complained, reaching out to compare the rows of small cups on the table, and said: "Look, the first cup is whiskey, fermented grains, barley, rye, wheat... We’ve got the staple food.”

Lin Sanjiu vaguely understood.

"The second glass, wine. Needless to say, it's anti-oxidant, white erythritol, and longevity, right? It's equivalent to eating vegetables." Qingjiuru yawned and said with tears in his eyes: "The third glass , peach wine, oh, this vitamin—"

"What vitamins!" Pina jumped up. "It's all alcohol! I didn't even see it, but you fed her several glasses of wine!"

Ninety-nine times of the words that Qing Jiuliu usually speaks out, you don't know whether he is sincere or just trying to fool around with the train, so Lin Sanjiu doesn't take it to heart; but Pina obviously takes it seriously and is arguing with reason: "You can't survive after drinking for so many years, right? No wonder you're so thin. No, I'd better think about some liquid food I can feed..."

Lin Sanjiu had no intention of interfering. She sat aside obediently, and as time went by, she sat further and further away; after she asked Salais for a lunch and finished eating, Pina seemed to finally realize the futility of this debate. Suddenly, he snatched up all the cups on the table and returned them all to Salais.

"What are you doing?" Kiyokuru lazily asked across the table.

"ah."

Lin Sanjiu turned around and realized that the person he was asking was indeed the painter - Qing Jiuliu had left several empty wine bottles on the table just now. At this time, a porcelain bottle containing sake fell into the painter's hands; the painter Looking at the bottle, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net looked at Qingjiureu, pointed at the bottle and asked: "Huh?"

Qingjiuru nodded and said, "Please."

Just one word, what does he understand?

Wait, what does please mean?

Before Lin Sanjiu's shock faded away, the painter suddenly bit down on the mouth of the bottle - even though the painter would not be hurt by ordinary objects, she still couldn't help but jump up and shouted quickly: "Painter, that's not food." of!"

The painter raised his head, chewing loudly in his mouth, as if someone had stuffed potato chips into his mouth, and asked, "Huh?"

"This is not the same thing as the porcelain piece I gave you before..." The more Lin Sanjiu explained, the more pale and powerless he felt, because the painter was listening and eating attentively. In one sentence, the bottle It's already halfway down.

...Forget it, it won't do anything to eat it anyway. What's the point of being anxious? She can't take it out from the porcelain bottle again.

Pina came back empty-handed, sat down, and watched the painter eat the food for a while, then suddenly made a thought: "I can understand, I also want to eat now."

"Are you hungry?" Lin Sanjiu said, "You can call Sarais——"

Before she could finish her words, she stopped again.

Because at this time, Pina took out a special item that had just been given to her hands not long ago, and was stroking it with a straight gaze, as if she wanted to break its shell with her eyes. It made people think that it was just an ordinary lunch. It seems out of place.

"Isn't it weird? When I saw it before, I had a kind of... well, it seems wrong to say that I have an appetite? But I feel that the gap in my mind can be filled with special items... eh Yeah, do you want me to try some?"

Qingjiuru nodded again and said seriously: "Please."