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The only peas that can be called good-looking are basically sinking in the bottom of the bowl.In the words of Little Erben, this meal "is literally dug out from an old photo. It looks like it looks like leftover dog food?"

Suo Zhongwu can only agree with half of the comments of Young Master.First of all, after the canned dog food is opened, the appearance will never be so bad.Secondly, the dog food is dry or wet, and it will be mixed together when fed. It is like the food on a whaling boat, with only a big slimy bowl——

and many more.What is the new thing?Could it be that they really prepared the staple food with soup?

This time, Suo Zhongwu had a rare guess right.He stared at the robotic sailor who got out of the whale oil processing room and held the tin plate up and down on the deck, really happy for a while.But after he really got the staple food, his excitement disappeared suddenly, as if he was blown away by a twelfth typhoon:

Although the solid food distributed by the robots to the tourists is changeable, round and square, there is no difference in essence. They are hard biscuits baked with salt and dead face.This kind of food looks yellow with a little burn mark, like a delicious cookie in the advertisement, but it tastes like a gnawing armor plate, soaking it in the boiling stew for a long time before it becomes reluctant to swallow.

Sailors in the 19th century even called this kind of file a filer.The rich man of the 24th century, let alone.The old black man gnawed a bite of the hard biscuit, then immediately pressed his cheek tightly. Not only did he say that he would not eat it again, but he also said, "I would rather chew on his own spoon";

A Latino next to him drank three mouthfuls of hot soup in a fearless spirit before almost staring a pair of beads out of his eyes.The blond white man who was lazy before picked a large piece of corned beef and chewed slowly, his jaw moved, and he squeezed the (difficult) move (receive) tears....

Not counting the young master, among the eight adult guests, Old Erben persisted the longest.He ate half a bowl of stew, and there was almost no corned beef and onions left. He even killed a whole piece of hard biscuits like iron sheets after soaking soft.But the price paid by Old Erben was not unreasonable. After putting down the wooden bowl, he immediately filled himself with three tin cups of fresh water, and then he burped while hammering his chest, turning red from the neck to the forehead.

Little Urban's perseverance was far inferior to his father's, and he ate a few bites of peas.But he was obviously hungry, but his mood was very high, and he became the most excited person on the boat.First, he didn’t do anything in the morning. He spent 80% of the time deliberately pretending to be, and Suo Zhongwu played cover and didn’t let the robotic sailor catch the bag; second, he looked at the old man whose eyes were above the top. Dad, eating together with those rich "uncles", it feels so beautiful, much more fun than going to a slum and acting as a hero.

"Just look at the decay of their food," amidst a grumble, the young master quietly approached Suo Zhongwu, joking and gesturing vigorously, happier than the elementary school student who had drawn a rare card:

"It's worth me acting for my dad. Okay, Master Zhuge, you can do this! It's worth it to recognize you as a master!"

Suo Zhongwu was of course very happy after hearing these compliments.But he can't watch the excitement like Little Urban, and there is still an important task to do: try to keep these rich men on the ship, and can't let them quit early.

The best way to control these middle-aged and elderly people is to grab their stomach pockets.Before departure, Suo Zhongwu made special preparations for this.Isn't he a bodyguard hired by the Urban family?The benefits of this identity are great, one is the right not to participate in tours, and the other is that personal belongings are not subject to weight restrictions.Relying on these privileges, Suo Zhongwu specially brought a large life-saving bag aboard, half of the storage space in it was filled with emergency rations.

Of course, the notorious MRE did not bring a bag this time.In order to make it convenient for the big guys, Suo Zhongwu moved onto the ship, all of which were emergency survival rations for the polar expedition. In layman's terms, it was an energy bar with tin foil packaging and chocolate as the main ingredient.

He waited quietly, until no one tried the 19th-century feast again, and then he stood up like a Messiah."Everyone has it, enough calories." He walked in the middle of the deck, handing out rations to the half-dead rich men, while saying the carefully choreographed line:

"No matter when and where, business will always exist!"

Old black man, middle-aged Latin man, white man who is lazy by the bulwark...The adult tourists on the deck may be scratched by this sentence, or may be drooled by chocolate, one or two eyes Shine, rushing over like a hungry wolf.What's ridiculous is that they are all at this point. The rich guys still don't forget to fill the big eggs. They have to give cash before taking food. Not only do they refuse to pay on credit, they also tip in addition to the meal.

"We are by no means a profit-making class, but a responsible backbone group." Among the eight rich men, Old Erben was the most serious and face-conscious, and his eyes were the least friendly.He forcibly stuffed the banknotes into Suo Zhongwu's tactical vest, and by the way put on a "successful entrepreneur" mask on his thin face, giving a generous speech like a board meeting:

"If you want to meet a certain need, you must pay the same amount of money. This is the unchanging truth. The only ones who are greedy for charity are the helpless and weak. Those of us diligent businessmen will never forget our responsibility: to maintain the healthy operation of the economy. Create more jobs and let the poor people who depend on welfare continue to decrease. This is our duty, and we must always bear it!"

Suo Zhongwu almost laughed out loud.Zi-ben-jia's mouth is more powerful than super decontamination detergent, and he can turn black into white.[I still bear the obligation forever, can you stop copying Jesus?!

But he didn't expose it face to face. For one thing, arguing openly with Old Earben would only mess things up; secondly, it won’t take much time for these gangsters to reveal themselves, and he doesn’t need to do it deliberately. what.

The troubled lunch time finally ended at 1400.The sun is like melting gold thread, which makes everyone feel sore. The teak deck is also roasted and smoked. When the palm is put up, it can be screamed by the heat.

But this is not the hottest place on the ship.Right below the stern tower, next to the rudder, a power module is glued like a parasite.The electric motor installed there has a maximum output of more than 50,000 horsepower, and the heat that it emits can fry eggs. Living people and sailors don't even dare to approach it. Daily maintenance is done by robots.