Kristine opened her little nose and looked at the black mass in front of her. She hesitated for a moment, but still did not start her mouth.
She was a little doubtful whether the food made by sister Elena was edible.
This is really not Christine's delicateness - in fact, she did not live well for most of her childhood, and she could not even fill her stomach many times.
But this thing is really...
The night after her brothers left, Elena took on the responsibility of taking care of little Christine.
The little girl still has lingering fears about the meal that night.
Salty, the kind of salty that can make people die of thirst.
The taste in the mouth was like the large pieces of coarse salt she used to buy with her mother.
After Elena took a bite herself, she frowned slightly and changed her dinner to biscuits and canned food.
This somewhat wasteful move made little Christine feel distressed for a while.
At first, little Kristen thought her sister was just not good at cooking. But in the next few days, when Elena insisted on cooking, but all the dishes on the table ended up being canned biscuits, the little girl realized that her sister actually didn't know how to cook at all. Do.
She and Elena looked at each other awkwardly, and under her sister's eyes with a hint of expectation, little Kristen finally plucked up the courage, picked up the spoon, carefully took a little bit of it, and put it into her mouth.
And then as usual, little Kristen turned into a bald face once again.
Bitter, sour, and a little spicy.
Seeing the little girl's expression, Elena picked up the spoon without giving up. After eating a little, she put it down expressionlessly.
This thing is really inedible.
Turning around, Irina took out two bags of biscuits and two bottles of cans. Elena's movements were already somewhat skillful.
"Eat this."
She opened the can, pushed it in front of the little girl, and said softly.
The little girl looked relieved, then picked up the spoon and started eating happily.
Elena sat opposite, holding her cheek with one hand, watching Kristine eat.
It shouldn't be.
Elena thought in her mind as she watched the little girl swaying her calves and sipping the soup from the can little by little.
Blue vein lettuce should taste good, right?
Ivan often cooks with this kind of vegetables on weekdays, but the taste is not the same as what he cooks, right?
What went wrong?
Thinking of Ivan, Elena couldn't help but be distracted for a moment.
Those four people have been gone for almost a week and haven't come back yet.
The last time Ivan called was two days ago. At that time, they said that the mission was almost over and they would come back after getting the money.
It's only a day's drive from Delio to the Old Port. It's been two days, why is there still no news?
Could it be that we encountered some danger on the road?
Thinking of this, Elena looked out the window and couldn't help but feel worried.
It was getting late, and the afterglow of the setting sun was almost disappearing. The golden red color in the small courtyard began to dim as the sun sank.
Fortunately, Elena's worry did not last long.
When night fell completely and the kerosene lamp on the roadside came on, the familiar off-road vehicle finally drove back to the yard.
Looking at the Ford off-road vehicle, Elena felt a little at ease. She wiped the mouth of little Christine after eating and showed a smile.
"Your brother is back."
"Really!"
Little Christine's eyes lit up and she quickly pulled Elena towards the door.
"elder brother!"
Seeing the familiar figure pushing the door and getting out of the car, Kristen avoided the short man Rock who was in the way and pounced on Yang Jie.
"came back."
Elena looked at her adoptive father and greeted him softly.
"Um."
Ivan seemed to be in a bad mood. He simply nodded to Elena and said nothing more.
On the other side, little Christine also noticed that Yang Jie seemed to be in a low mood.
"What's wrong with you, brother?"
The little girl poked Yang Jie's cheek and asked in a childish voice.
"It's okay, just a little tired."
Yang Jie forced a smile and brushed it off casually.
This reaction was seen by Elena.
Looking at Roque, who was always funny on weekdays, he now looked lazy and uninterested. She felt that the atmosphere between the three of them seemed a little subtle.
Wait, why is there someone missing?
She immediately noticed something was wrong.
"Where's Ryan?"
"gone."
Ivan replied simply, shook his head and unloaded things from the car.
"We'll talk about it later when we get back to the house."
After unloading their things, the three of them finally returned home after being away for a week. After changing their clothes, the four of them sat around the coffee table.
Ivan told Elena what happened and all the details.
After hearing this, Elena fell silent calmly.
"So be it."
Elena's voice was neither angry nor sad.
"Just treat Ryan as dead."
Such an answer made all three men fall silent.
Kristine sat obediently in Yang Jie's arms, blinking and looking at Yang Jie curiously.
"Is Uncle Ryan dead too..."
Children can't understand those complicated logics. When Elena said this, they really thought that Ryan just "died".
"Ha, yes."
Rock was amused by little Christine's innocence.
"Ryan is dead and has nothing to do with us anymore."
Little Christine blinked her eyes twice. She didn't quite understand why Roque could still laugh when someone died.
"Let's not talk about him for now."
Ivan had known Ryan for the longest time, and being betrayed by a comrade he had worked with for more than ten years made him not feel very good.
He didn't really want to hear that name again.
"So we're in a bit of a difficult situation right now."
He took the initiative to change the subject.
“Now we can neither receive tasks nor have the manpower to do anything else.
Although I have just earned 20,000 silver coins and can sustain it for a while, I can't just sit back and rest. "
Having said this, he looked at Yang Jie.
"Yang Jie, didn't you say you have a method? Tell me and listen."
"My idea is actually quite simple."
Yang Jie shrugged.
"Since we can't continue to make money as Wasteland Walkers for the time being, then let's go earn money from Wasteland Walkers."
This somewhat convoluted statement made several people confused for a moment.
"Ivan, what do you think the Wasteland Walker lacks most?"
What does the Wasteland Walker lack most?
This question stopped Ivan for a while.
Wasteland Walkers lack everything. Good equipment, rich human resources to take on tasks, good reputation, and safety issues are all things that ordinary Wasteland Walkers want but lack.
But what I lack the most is the more practical things...
"should be……"
Ivan replied hesitantly:
"Heavy firepower, right?"
"bingo"
Yang Jie snapped his fingers, nodded and said:
“You’re right, it’s heavy firepower.
I remember Lane saying that heavy firepower was rarely sold at retail in Old Port, so it would be hard to find for a regular Wastelander.
Even if you can buy it, either the price is ridiculously high or the quality is terrible.
Remember that grenade launcher I built?
You said that if it could be upgraded and made more accurate, the price could be lower than the wholesale price sold to big forces in Old Port.
Would the Wasteland Walkers want this? "
