People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 590 Doctor: I will endure it!

The bonfire, which was gradually dying out, was reignited by the doctor.

Steam is rising from the pot.

The two people beside the pot stared at the food inside.

"Can you find yourself in there?" the Doctor asked with a smile.

Mandela shook his head.

"I can't find myself either." The doctor continued to laugh.

"So what?" Mandela stared at the doctor dissatisfiedly.

"So you and I are not important." The doctor continued stirring. "It doesn't matter how much food is thrown into this pot by Qi Yan and other forces. What matters is that if it is heated and filled like this, it will be completely ruined.

Be it Tara, the Duke, or the Sarkaz... no one can escape."

"What on earth are you trying to say? I hate the Riddler."

"Your cerebral cortex is smoother than Qi Yan's... Hey, stop hitting me, I can't take it!"

The doctor took a deep breath after being punched. He rubbed his shoulder with one hand and continued to stir the ingredients in the pot with the other:

“What I want to say is that whether the people of Tara want to have a chance of survival in this pot or become the main ingredient of this dish, they must calm down and take a good look at their current situation.

You are definitely not the chef Qi Yan chose, but I think you might be the first ingredient in the pot that reacts and reminds the chef to turn down the heat."

"You *Tara swear* are the material!" Mandela cursed.

But then she calmed down again and stared at the pot in front of her with a frown.

The doctor knocked on the edge of the pot, shook off the food residue on the spoon, pointed inside and said:

"Look, the ingredients have slowly become soft and rotten while we were chatting. Even if you can't cook, you know what this means."

"It means it's going to be a mess." Mandela responded.

After saying that, Mandela snatched the spoon from the doctor's hand and used a fire poker with his other hand to put out the campfire.

The doctor smiled and said:

"You gave the right answer, and the dish is going to get mushy, so at the critical moment, you need to intervene."

Mandela came to his senses after a while and turned to look at the Doctor:

"So you compare Victoria to a pot of food, and you are the one cooking?"

"Of course... no, hey, don't hit me!"

Seeing that Mandela was about to take action again, the doctor quickly waved his hand to make his position clear: "I am looking for who is the person in charge of the kitchen."

"Isn't it just the Sarkaz and those dukes?" Mandra said contemptuously, "You don't even understand this, and you're still pretending to be so high and mighty."

The doctor held his chin and laughed:

“They are the dish, the one throwing ingredients into the pot, or maybe the guy stirring it back and forth with a spoon in the early stages.

But before I came, I tried hard to collect some information, and after entering, I was observing carefully. I found that there was an invisible force that had not yet shown up, and I suspected that it was holding back a big move.

They say the protagonist always appears last, so I can’t be the one cooking now. I want to compete with the other party to see who can endure to the end.”

"What a joke." Mandela continued to taunt.

“You don’t need to understand it so clearly.”

The doctor shrugged. "Just like you, I just need to grab that hand at the critical moment, take the spoon from her hand, stir it a few times, and turn off the heat at the right time."

As the doctor finished speaking, Mandela successfully put out the bonfire completely.

Mandela glanced at the doctor, silently picked up the spoon and started to serve the food.

"Not full?" The doctor also picked up the bowl and waited on the side.

"No, I just don't want to waste food." Mandela said expressionlessly, "You said a lot that made my head hurt. I don't understand the evil taste of you riddlers at all.

I only know that food is a precious thing, just like companions, and should not be wasted for any reason. "

"Thanks for the teaching."

The Doctor held out his bowl.

A spoonful of an indescribable mass with a mushy smell was poured into the bowl.

The two of them sat around the extinguished campfire, no longer chatting, and silently ate the food in their bowls.

……

……

"Get up and get to work. You are still sleeping here *Kazdel swears*!"

In the workshop, the Sarkaz supervisor woke up the sleeping people along the way, and anyone who was a little slow would be kicked.

For various reasons, these captives were captured by the Sarkaz and arranged to work in this factory, which was called a workshop but was actually a temporary prison.

They don't even have a dormitory to rest in. Every time they finish work, they just find a corner in the workshop to lie down and fall asleep.

Every morning, the Sarkaz overseer's rough wake-up service has become the norm.

But today, when the Sarkaz supervisor called a person in front of him, his rough movements subconsciously stopped.

"You, the one called Jijing, get out of here right now!"

The Sarkaz overseer stood there, roaring at the top of his voice.

"Jijing, someone is calling you... Hey! That's not right!"

Qi Yan sat up with a start, scratched his head and laughed dryly, "I sat up in shock from my dying illness, and it turned out that I was the one in the ultimate state. Hello, boss."

"What the hell is going on here?" The Sarkaz supervisor was confused and said angrily, "Who is your boss? Get back to work!"

"Okay boss, no problem boss!"

Qi Yan quickly got up from the ground, took out the kitten egg roll from his pocket, ate it while jogging to his workstation.

"you……"

The Sarkaz supervisor looked at Qi Yan's actions and felt furious.

But he quickly forced himself to suppress his anger, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

He is a mercenary and has never been to school, but that doesn't mean he is a fool.

"Extreme Realm... someone called you... this reaction..." The Sarkaz supervisor took a deep breath, "No, I need to find someone to take my place for two days."

He didn't dare to conclude whether what he guessed was the truth, but there was no harm in finding someone to take his place for two days.

Thinking of this, the Sarkaz supervisor yelled at the prisoners to work harder and walked quickly towards the workshop door.

Qi Yan walked to his workstation while eating a kitten egg roll, amidst the shocked gazes of the people around him.

Heidi looked at the egg roll in Qi Yan's hand, then looked at the Sarkaz supervisor walking away, and began to doubt her life:

"You eat like this?"

"What else?" Qi Yan said in confusion, "I haven't learned to eat with my nostrils."

Heidi: “…”

what is this?

Fortune favors fools?

Was it the last bit of conscience in the Sarkaz overseer's heart that prevented him from attacking the fool?

Do they have that kind of thing?

Heidi felt that she must have missed some detail.

While operating the machine, she tentatively asked:

"Jijing, what is your job?"

Qi Yan stopped what he was doing and looked at Heidi silently.

"...I'm not talking about now!" Heidi gritted her teeth, "I'm talking about what job you were doing outside before you were arrested?"

"Oh, I work for a shady pharmaceutical company, and I work overtime every day until my concentration is weakened."

Qi Yan swallowed the last bite of the kitten egg roll and complained, "I worked so hard, but in the end I was targeted by my boss's mother. This is not an insult, it's really my boss's mother...hiss, my boss is targeted by my guardian who is as close to me as my mother.

I hadn’t worked for long, but I was in a lot of debt, so I had no choice but to start my own business and set up an Ark nursing home.”

Heidi couldn't help but feel sympathy:

"That's terrible. What's the name of that pharmaceutical company?"

"Rhode Island."

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