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If all the food in the buffet restaurant could not be taken away, she would not have spent her points to buy fruit in the mall.

Zhikang's knife was skillful and graceful, and he looked like a good surgeon.

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After packing a hundred boxes, Xia Yan stopped and put all the watermelons into the system grid. After thinking about it, she asked Zhikang to cut the watermelon into slices, put them in the fruit plate and go upstairs with her.

Chu Wanfu had already taken people to the second floor, and the huge lobby was instantly crowded with no space.

Many people took off their coats and vests (men), and their strong shoulder and back muscles bulged. Although they looked thin in clothes, they were actually very good.

The same wheat skin with eight abdominal muscles, broad shoulders and narrow waist made people confused.

Can't look down, don't look at it, don't look at it!

I don't know who shouted, "Boss Xia is here, make way quickly."

Everyone was watching her figure and made a path for her to pass.

Xia Yan looked at the two rows of brown upper bodies in front of her, and suddenly had the illusion of the emperor choosing a concubine.

When she looked up, she could not look directly at the high pectoral muscles and piercing eyes. When she looked down, she could not look directly at them...

Help, come and save her.

Xia Yan, who was always calm, almost walked out of her hand and foot, and could not find a place to put her empty hands.

She deeply felt the word "embarrassment".

Thankful that the road had an end, she finally walked to the self-service vending machine, with a little impatience, she took out the packaged cut fruit from the system grid, priced at 30 points per plate.

"Wow, Boss Xia, you still have fruit cut plates here?"

Stuffing clothes into the washing machine, wearing only loose boxer shorts, a chubby man approached with emotion.

His voice was not small, at least the people nearby heard it, and gathered again.

Pointing at the fruit plate in the vending machine showed great interest.

This "corpse cleanup" trip came at the right time.

Xia Yan sniffed calmly, and the stench of zombies rushed straight to her head, dispelling all the beauty in her mind.

She stepped back to avoid it, "Yes, they are all fresh, everyone buys according to needs, don't waste."

The freshness of the fruit plate needs no introduction, and they can see the price clearly.

While everyone was crowding up to pick fruits, she slipped away and saw Zhikang wearing a white chef hat in another crowd.

It seems that sliced ​​watermelons are also selling well.

Xia Yan was satisfied to see that the people who came out held two or three slices of watermelon in their hands, biting them while walking, and the sweet juice flowed out from the corners of their mouths. They finished the pink melon flesh in two or three bites, and the remaining melon rinds were not thrown away, but were put into the bags of their own team.

"The watermelon is so sweet. I haven't eaten such delicious watermelon for a long time."

"Of course not. I used to eat only the tip of watermelon, but now I want to eat the skin."

"Sixth brother, don't throw the watermelon skin away. Take it home to dry and fry or stew it. This guy wastes food and doesn't know how to live."

"I see. Hey, it's not satisfying to eat just a few slices of watermelon."

"It's good to be able to eat in this world. What's the point of a bicycle? Let's take a bath!"

Three or four tall men walked past her, and every word they chatted drifted into her ears.

Not satisfied? That's not easy to solve.

Xia Yan immediately ran downstairs with a basket and a fruit knife. In order to make it easier to cut the watermelon, she also put a dining cart into the system grid.

Returning to the second floor, she found a position near the men's bathing door. In full view of everyone, she took out the cart, put a clean chopping board on it, and then took out a round watermelon and cut it in half from the middle.

After the crisp sound, the thin green melon skin was filled with pink flesh without a single seed, and at the same time, a faint fragrance wafted out.

In order to facilitate them to bring the watermelon in, she ordered spoons and plastic wrap in the mall.

Put two spoons on the half-cut melon flesh, then wrap it tightly with plastic wrap, and she began to greet customers.

"I just heard someone say that the sliced ​​watermelon is not satisfying. Now you can buy this watermelon. It only costs 24 points. Don't miss it if you want to spend the night in it."

As soon as the voice fell, a large group of people surrounded them, scrambling to buy watermelons.

They knew how rare watermelons were. They were full of treasures and not expensive.

"Zhigang, come and cut the watermelon." Xia Yan waved and called people.

Everyone has different needs. Some people like to eat more varieties, while others like to eat one type to their heart's content.

It doesn't matter. Xia Yan satisfies both ends.

The fruit basket is right at hand. You can take as many as you want. Just say the number and leave the rest to her.

Outside the crowd, Chu Wanfu and a few others gathered by the window to chat, and they couldn't help but sigh at the scene.

"When it comes to doing business, it has to be Boss Xia."

The others smiled foolishly and didn't dare to respond. This kind of complaint can only be said by the boss. Everyone knows that Boss Xia can't be offended at all. How can they respond to this?

Smile foolishly, just fool around.

Chu Wanfu didn't need them to respond. He waited for a while until most of the male soldiers went in before he set off.

"Let's go, I'll buy some watermelons and treat you to a full meal later."

Everyone was really happy.

...

There was no one in the front hall at last.

Xia Yan slumped in the lazy sofa, drinking lemonade to quench his thirst.

Xiong Xiong was holding a mop and cleaning the wet floor full of footprints.

Fortunately, the fresh air system is universal throughout the building, otherwise the smell of sweat and zombies would linger in the hall for a long time. Not to mention her, even Xiong Xiong, who has a mysophobia, would not do it.

Xia Yan sniffed, and felt that she could still smell a stinky smell at the tip of her nose. She turned back to find the source of the smell.

Ten fully automatic washing machines were running at high speed. There was a pile of dirty clothes waiting to be washed on the floor in the corner not far away.

It seemed that this was the reason.

She snapped her fingers, and the transparent cube wrapped the clothes to block the smell.

This function is really versatile. It can not only maintain the order in the store, but also help her to step on it, and it can also hold some things. It is a sharp weapon.

Zhikang counted the number of self-service vending machines, walked over and said:

"Boss, there are not many fruit plates in the self-service vending machine. Do you need to restock it?"

"Restock." Xia Yan stood up, "The female soldiers haven't come up yet."

Handing the fruit ordered in the mall to Zhikang, she prepared to go to the hall to check.

Female soldiers need more than just fruit plates. Sanitary products and sports underwear are more urgently needed.

Especially in the past, underwear was exquisite and beautiful, but not durable. Even if there was no snagging or opening, deformation was inevitable, and it was uncomfortable to wear for a long time.

If they had the conditions, they would naturally want to change to new ones.

Before Xia Yan stepped into the store, the excited voices inside were about to break through the roof.

"Try this pink sports bra, it's so wrapping!"

"Ah, and toilet paper, say goodbye to the leaves, and leave me two packs!"

"Even the king of heaven can't stop me from stocking up!"