Food Hunter

　　 The walking stick fell, and Luo easily avoided it.

　　Maki put down the crutches and looked angry, but did not move further. After all, his legs were injured. Even if he wanted to teach Luo a lesson, he was helpless.

Although she is only ten years old, she has a clear understanding of men and women. She is seen completely, saying that she is not shy, but she has a strong personality, blushing and other things are not linked to her, and she can only wield a cane. To prove the mood.

　　 "Maki, what did Luo do?" At this moment, Wo Jin asked curiously.

　　Maki glared at Luo when he heard the words, and then calmly said, "It's nothing."

　　 "Did this kid spy on your shower?" Wo Jin said casually.

　　 Kurolo and Parker Nuoda looked at Luo silently, and they felt that Wojin's words were not baseless.

　　 "Hey, silly big guy, don't squirt people!" Luo suddenly became untenable.

　　 Wo Jin said angrily: "Don't think that you saved me, you can just give me a nickname, believe it or not, I punch you?"

　　 "I don't believe it." Luo shrugged.

　　 An intersection was suddenly violent above his head. If it weren't for injuries on his body, he really wanted to jump out of bed and give Luo Lai a punch, but he was not stupid, and counterattacked: "Voyeur."

　　 "Am I that kind of person? Marge, would you explain it?" Luo looked at Marge with a plea for help.

　　 "Wojin, he didn't spy on my bath." March explained.

　　 Wo Jin curled his lips, while Luo was relieved, and then March made him dumbfounded.

　　 "He used his mind to take off my clothes. I didn't know the mind at that time. I had doubts but more doubts. Now it makes sense."

　　 Luo looked at Marge with a calm face and opened his mouth, speechless.

　　Even if you are still young, is it really okay to tell this story so calmly?

　　 "Are you a pervert?" Wo Jin opened his eyes wide and looked at Luo with an incredible look.

　　 Although Kurolo and Parker Nuoda did not speak, their eyes had already exposed their inner thoughts.

　　 "Can I explain it?" Luo Weiwei raised his hand.

　　Maki glanced at him and said faintly: "No explanation is necessary. Now go to see the elders of East Street with Kulolo, and send the Omen's Hand to solve this matter."

　　 "Okay." Luo rubbed his forehead, then stay, or leave until the ability to read is almost mastered.

　　 After being silent for a long time, Kurolo asked, "Have you come to a conclusion?"

　　 Luo nodded, and tentatively said in a joking tone: "You won't sell me, right? The ugly thing is, the meat on my body is just as bad as Macky, and it's not worth much."

　　 Hearing Luo's words, March and Wo Jin also had this level of concern.

Seeing that the smile on Kulolo's face was reduced, he replied in a very serious tone: "No, for the elders, a life is far less important than a rare collection. To be more precise, In his eyes, humans are no different from dolls."

　　Only Kuluoluo knew the elder on East Street who could also recite the ability, and faced Luo's temptation to hide his worries, he answered very seriously.

　　 This is the truth. In the eyes of the elders of East Street, there is no difference between humans and dolls. If there is a difference, it should be that humans can show a little more useful value than dolls.

　　 Regardless of whether it is a human or a doll, it is not as good as a rare collection. This is the view of the Dongjie elders, and it is also a very dark consciousness. Therefore, this is also the key thing that forms the ability of the Dongjie elders to think.

　　The mindfulness developed from the dark consciousness...

　　 Hearing Kuroro’s answer, Luo eyes Wei Mi, and said: "This explanation... is quite unfriendly."

　　 "So, have you come to a conclusion?" Kulolo continued to ask.

　　 "Of course, I'll go with you, but before that..." Luo touched his stomach.

　　 "Huh?" Kuroro and March looked at Luo and waited for the following.

　　 "How about eating first?" Luo said seriously.

　　"..."

　　...

　　 The medical treatment provided by the church is not free, and the charging standard is as ridiculous as the price of Meteor Street, which is more than ten times higher than that of a regular hospital.

　　 Like hospitals, churches provide food for the convenience of patients. Similarly, the price is ten times the price of raw materials.

　　 Luo's request to eat is actually not too much. Not only him, but Wo Jin and Markey have not eaten food since yesterday.

　　 Anyway, most of the medical expenses are borrowed from Kuroro, and borrowing a little bit of food is nothing.

　　Kulolo asked Parker Nuoda to inform the church people to send three dinners. As for Nobunaga, he was still asleep, so he was spared the share.

　　 After Parker Nuoda left, Kuroro sat on the chair by the window, took out a book and watched quietly, and did not continue to talk to Luo, which surprised Luo.

　　 After all, in Luo's view, Kulolo shouldn't give up the idea of ​​stealing abilities. Then, at this moment, he shouldn't be so quiet. Instead, he should talk to Luo all the time, and then find opportunities to ask questions about his ability.

　　 You need to know that after an hour has passed, the conditions will be invalidated. If you want to have this kind of opportunity again, it is not that simple.

　　 Luo was puzzled, but didn't bother to think about it, looking forward to the church food.

　　 "After eating the rice soup for so long, I can finally eat different foods." Luo sighed.

　　Maki gave a cold snort, too lazy to talk about it.

　　 After twenty minutes or so, Parker Nuoda brought the church people to the room and also delivered three dinners.

　　 After the church people put down the dinner, they turned and left.

　　 Luo couldn't wait to look at the dinner on the table, suddenly looked dazed, pointed to the unidentified round sphere that was roasted black on the plate, and said in a daze, "What is this?"

"Have you never seen a potato?" Woking asked Parker Nuoda to help deliver the dinner plate to the bed~www.ltnovel.com~ Without a word, he picked up a potato and simply treated the burnt skin. Nibbling.

　　 The plate is not big. There is a bowl of filled rice on it, a fist-sized roasted potato, six or seven lettuce leaves that are not even in the next pot, and a bowl of clear soup with a little froth on it.

　　 The most comforting thing is probably the five thinly sliced ​​smoked meat next to the baked potatoes.

　　 Even if there are a few pieces of smoked meat to save the scene, Luo still can't imagine that this is the highest standard dinner provided by the church.

　　Maki and Wojin didn't care about that much, they picked up the plate and started to eat.

　　Wo Jin, whose living conditions are fairly good, is full of satisfaction, not to mention Macchi, who usually only eats rice soup. The two looked like they had eaten some delicacies.

　　 "How pitiful this is..."

　　 Luo picked up the chopsticks and inserted them into the potatoes. The surface part was easily submerged, but when it approached the center point, resistance was formed, indicating that the potatoes were not completely baked.

　　 This is also normal. A whole potato is baked like this. It will be ghosts when it is cooked. There are so many simpler and easier ways. It is the most time-consuming and the least thankful way.

　　 As for the lettuce leaves, the appearance is acceptable, and the smoked meat is bright red, brown and red. It can be seen that the selected raw materials are of high quality, which is the only dish that can be expected.

　　 I’m not seeing you, Ma Qi and Wo Jin are the first to get rid of five pieces of smoked meat.

　　 Luo pulled the chopsticks out of the roasted potatoes, picked up a piece of smoked meat and put it in his mouth to chew, his face suddenly pulled down slowly.

　　 "Maki and the others...really pitiful."

　　 At this moment, Luo felt that with his cooking skills, if he could open a restaurant on Meteor Street, the business would definitely be booming.