But Jiang Ya guessed wrong. No. 222 said that it did not have this function.
"The system was created temporarily and is not yet complete. Master, your idea is very good. Maybe after I get in touch with the home planet, I can ask my colleagues to help add this function."
Just ask Jiang Ya casually. She is just a small person. All she wants to do is take revenge and survive peacefully. She does not have such a big ambition to be a savior.
After taking a shower, Jiang Ya changed into comfortable sportswear, opened the door and walked out.
Seeing Jiang Ya's refreshing appearance, Chen Yu asked in surprise: "Xiao Qi, where can you take a shower?"
Jiang Ya nodded, glanced around the people, and finally said something that everyone was looking forward to.
"If you want to wash it, you can go wash it."
Jiang Ya didn't care about the water. The water for bathing was not drinking water anyway.
Before the end of the world began, she bought a hundred 10-ton water storage tanks, which were filled with tap water she received.
After the end of the world began, few people had a chance to take a shower.
I sweat a lot in this weather, and my body smells already.
After this baptism of zombie liquid, Jiang Ya was not willing to stay in the same space with them if she didn't wash herself again.
Fortunately for Fu Zheng, he found an indoor swimming pool when he went out to look for things for Jiang Ya two days ago, and he only took two baths.
While several people were taking a shower, Jiang Ya steamed rice, and took out two large pots of pickled fish and two large pots of braised pork from the space.
Several people have exercised a lot today, so it’s time to give them some energy.
Fu Zheng was the first to come out. He was wearing a simple black T-shirt and black pants. His combat uniform was wet in his hands. He had obviously washed it.
He found a place by the window and hung up his clothes, then walked straight towards Jiang Ya.
As he walked, he asked, "Can I help you?"
Jiang Ya shook her head. She just cooked a simple meal. The dishes were all ready-made.
Fu Zheng nodded, moved a chair to sit next to her, and chatted with her.
"How do you feel about killing zombies today?"
Fu Zheng originally thought that he would conduct psychological intervention on her after returning. After all, it was the first time for ordinary people to kill "people". Without a strong psychological quality, it would be easy for their emotions to collapse.
But seeing that Jiang Ya's expression was normal and there was no abnormal behavior, Fu Zheng was relieved, but at the same time, he was also a little worried that Jiang Ya was suffering from psychological self-paralysis.
That's why he asked more questions.
If you have any thoughts, Jiang Ya definitely doesn't have any.
But after killing the first zombie in her previous life, Jiang Ya did collapse.
She was alone at that time, with no one to comfort or talk to. How did she recover?
Jiang Ya couldn't remember clearly. There was probably only one reason, and that was to survive no matter what.
"No," Jiang Ya smiled nonchalantly, "If I don't kill them, I'll just wait to be eaten by them. I'm not that hypocritical."
Fu Zheng looked at her deeply when he heard this, as if he wanted to see through her calm and gentle appearance to see into her actual heart.
To be honest, Jiang Ya was afraid of being stared at by Fu Zheng's dark and deep eyes. She always felt that his eyes had profound meaning, and he had the intention of seeing through things without telling them.
Seeing her eyes dodge a little, Fu Zheng raised his eyebrows and looked away.
Then he changed the topic, "When I was taking a shower just now, I heard from Lao Wu and the others that a warehouse of supplies was found in the center of the town. They can't get it back at once, and you and I will have to go there again tomorrow."
"It's not hard work," Jiang Ya expressed her dissatisfaction with Fu Zheng's words, "How can you say it's hard work when you have supplies in stock?"
"Yes." Fu Zheng lowered his head and laughed lowly, without refuting what Jiang Ya said.
During the chat, people who had taken a shower came back one after another.
After seeing tonight's dinner, everyone felt that their fatigue was gone.
"Wow! Braised pork! My favorite braised pork!"
Chen Yu danced excitedly, staring intently at the shiny braised pork in the basin, eager to roll up his sleeves and start eating.
Braised pork was his favorite, and he would eat it almost every two days before the end of the world.
It’s been almost a month since I’ve eaten this time, so naturally I’m very hungry.
But Fu Zheng didn't say anything, and Jiang Ya, who served the food, didn't move her chopsticks. Although Chen Yu was greedy, he still sat there and didn't do anything.
Fu Zheng picked up a small bowl, picked out a bowl of lean meat and handed it to Jiang Ya, and then gave her a bowl of pickled fish before speaking to his brothers, who had already been greedy for a long time.
"Everyone use your chopsticks."
As Fu Zheng finished speaking, several people's chopsticks reached out to the braised pork in the basin.
No one was talking nonsense, and for a while there was only the sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks and the sound of chewing and swallowing.
However, although they ate quickly, their appearance was not as rude as Jiang Ya imagined.
This also made Jiang Ya more curious about their identities.
However, Jiang Ya is also a very measured person, and she would not take the initiative to ask Fu Zheng if he didn't tell her.
Jiang Ya has developed the habit of chewing slowly since she was a child. Although the hunger in the Western Year of the End of the World made her eat crazily during the first period after her rebirth, after these days of being fed with various delicacies, she My habits slowly changed.
In addition, she was thinking about things, which made her eat even slower.
Several people had already finished the Western Poon Choi and two large pots of rice. Jiang Ya had more than half of the food left in her bowl and only had a few bites of the rice.
And judging from her appearance, she was obviously full.
When Fu Zheng saw this, he pursed his lips and looked at her, and couldn't help but frown.
Feeling the gaze, Jiang Ya put down her chopsticks and asked blankly: "Aren't you full? I still have some here."
As he said that, he pushed the bowl of braised pork, which had not eaten even two pieces, towards Fu Zheng.
But Fu Zheng's brows furrowed even deeper, and he was very disapproving of her behavior.
"Eat too little. You consumed a lot in the afternoon. You can't make up for it by eating so much."
Chen Yu and others were also curious about Jiang Ya's appetite. Among them, Wang Mengcheng, who lost the bet, had more say.
You must know that the carbohydrates Jiang Ya ate at that time were enough for an adult to consume for a day.
After thinking for a while, several people came to the conclusion that the zombie killing scene in the afternoon was too bloody and affected Jiang Ya's appetite.
Seeing that Jiang Ya really couldn't eat anymore, Fu Zheng didn't force himself, took the bowl from her hand and started eating.
Before Jiang Ya could stop her, seeing that he had already eaten, she could only add weakly, "That's what I've eaten..."
"The biggest shortage now is food. It's shameful to waste it."
Although Fu Zheng said he was disgusted, there was no trace of disgust in the way he was eating.
Also, in this apocalyptic world, to put it bluntly, pig food that has been thrown on the ground and has been stepped on has to be picked up and eaten, let alone anything else.
