Xiao Lin of the apocalypse system

Chapter 113

He turned his head, met two pairs of eyes without any surprise, and had no choice but to say, "I have to wait for half an hour, otherwise it won't taste good."

Xiao Lin nodded, very reasonable, "I'm not in a hurry."

The old eight suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, sister, you just squat here like a ghost behind your back, don't worry, I'm anxious!

The old nine laughed a few times, and finally came out to save his brother from the fire and water, "Xiao Lin, you go and wait at the side. A real chef doesn't like others to watch, which affects the taste."

When Xiao Lin and 003 heard it, they looked over in unison, and Lao Jiu nodded with a smile, with a particularly convincing expression.

The two looked at each other, no longer being nostalgic, and walked to the side in a hurry.

Affect the taste?

That's okay?This is absolutely impossible.

The old man suddenly felt that the pressure was greatly relieved, he turned his head and punched his brother, holding a big shiny iron spoon in his right hand.

Lao Jiu clasped his fists in return, smiling.

The house they live in is a one-story house that the peasants bought for rest. There are no extra decorations, but the advantage is that they built it by themselves, and they are very willing to use good materials, so they survived the earthquake. Only the ground and walls Just a few cracks.

The room was empty, except for a small table, a bed, and two benches.

Sitting dryly was really boring, so 003 looked around, "Xiao Lin, do you wash your hair?"

After running around for several days, I didn't care about tidying up my appearance. I also sweated a lot during several fights, and my hair was indeed a little dirty.

Being idle was also idle, so Xiao Lin found the shampoo and towels from the backpack.

Then the problem came again.

In the past, when Xiao Lin washed his hair, he used to wash his hair in the residential buildings and villas in the community, and there were washbasins in them, or even a washbasin, but now, there is nothing.

003 stared at the small stainless steel pot not much bigger than his own face, feeling a little sad.

This is obviously useless.

The two scratched their heads for a while, and then 003 caught a glimpse of the snack bag protruding from the backpack, his eyes lit up, he pulled it out, and smiled, "That's it."

003 took the moisture-proof mat, slapped it on the wooden bed that no one had been lying on for an unknown period of time, then spread it on, and pulled Xiao Lin over, "Lie down."

Xiao Lin did as he said, and immediately felt a sense of dislocation in a barber shop.

003 first hung the plastic bag on the protruding bedside, poured hot water into it, and poked a small hole in the corner of the bag.

He squeezed the small hole with his hand, raised his chin to Xiao Lin, "close your eyes."

"Oh," Xiao Lin nodded obediently, and praised sincerely, "How did you think of it?"

003 was very proud. If he had a tail, he would have been on the roof by now.

"Am I great?"

"Ah."

"Smart?"

"clever."

After rubbing the shampoo, it turns into big balls of foam, and the fragrance spreads.

When flushing, 003 will carefully plug Xiao Lin's ears and eyes first, so as not to feel uncomfortable.

The washed water flows directly to the outside along the cracks in the ground, saving the trouble of cleaning.

The hot water washed over the scalp, it was so warm and indescribably comfortable, Xiao Lin couldn't help closing his eyes and enjoying it.

When 003 agreed, she was even a little bit unsatisfied.

As soon as he got up, Xiao Lin twisted a few hairs indiscriminately, "Shall I wash it for you too?"

003 shook the water from his hand, frowned, and was quite manly, "Wipe your hair first, you have a cold."

"Oh," Xiao Lin nodded, sucked up most of the water, and wrapped his hair up, "Your hair is short, hurry up, let's go to the fire together later."

003 thought for a while, reluctantly said, "That's fine."

So the process just now was repeated again, accompanied by such conversations:
"Is it hot?"

"Not hot."

"Is it cool?"

"It's not cold."

"Then close your eyes, I'm going to flush."

"Okay."

After it was over, the two sat in rows next to the fire and roasted their hair collectively.

Xiao Lin's hair has grown almost to the chest, while 003 is only a hair inch, so the speed of water evaporation on both sides is naturally incomparable.

Seeing that the little friend's head was dry, Xiao Lin pulled the tip of his hair, which was still able to squeeze out water, and pursed his lower lip, "It's too slow, let's cut it."

(End of this chapter)