She crawled through the crack in the shutter door on her stomach.
The wind inside is much smaller and warmer than outside.
It was dark in the room, there was a pry-open shutter door, and there was a faint light coming.
Mo Qingqing took out the candles and matches from her pocket. She lit the candles and held them up to search for what she could find. There were tables and chairs in the dining hall. Nothing. She went straight to the kitchen and cleaned it up. She estimated that the normal class of this restaurant might have been closed yesterday.
After she turned the tap to let out some dirty water, she stopped playing in the refrigerator. Because of the stop, everything in it has thawed, but it is still cool and has not deteriorated. Plus, many ingredients are really packaged and edible.
Mo Qingqing went to light the natural gas. She looked around and saw two gas stoves in the kitchen. She shook the gas tank first and felt that there was still gas in it. Mo Qingqing tried to light the fire and lit the gas stove smoothly.
She is itching badly. It is estimated that some plant species are sprouting. At this time, she is not in the mood to cook food. She wants to take a bath.
There is no water in the kitchen, even if there is a fire, she can’t boil hot water.
She remembered that restaurants always prepare drinks, and there is no running water, but there are drinks if you can get them.
She took a sip and cleaned it. Maybe she came to cook the meat to light an oversized pot and put it on a gas stove. She moved both candles to the table and ran quickly to the cashier. She moved the drinks department in the cashier’s counter to the kitchen and poured it into the cauldron.
Mineral water is rarely mostly plastic bottled drinks and beer. Mo Qingqing can’t mix and pour a large pot full of beer, coke, sprite and black tea mixture and heat it in the pot.
There is a locked hut next to the kitchen. Mo Qingqing’s dagger pries the lock, which contains a lot of materials and finds a lot of drinks. All kinds of liquor owners add up to 20 or 30 cases. She saw that there are still many 50 or 60-degree liquors among them.
Mo Qingqing doesn’t know if these wines can kill plants. At this time, she can try. She quickly took off her clothes and pants, and poured white wine bottle by bottle from the beginning in this small warehouse.
The white wine was so cold that she shivered all over, especially when the leg wound was just cold, followed by fire-like pain, and her body lost its temperature for a long time, and it was painful to warm up in the cold. Mo Qingqing closed her eyes and was stimulated to tears and nose.
She washed her hair with white wine and scrubbed her hands constantly. She wiped her eyes dry and squinted at the back of her hand, chest and legs. A thick layer of white floc was washed from her skin. The place was as red as scalded shrimp. She gently squeezed the scary skin and put a snack on it.
After taking a bath with a whole box of white wine, although her body was burning with pain, she finally didn’t itch so much. She heated up the mixture of drinks and drinks, took a hot bath, moved the remaining white wine into the kitchen, poured it into a big iron bucket, and took a bath with white wine.
Mo Qingqing kept sneezing in a white wine bath. She thought wryly, "I wonder if I will die of a plant infection or a cold?"
She is only ten years old and doesn’t want to die yet.
Chapter 1
Mo Qingqing’s body finally stopped itching and became a burning pain. She felt a little hot and trembled uncontrollably, alternating hot and cold, so cold and so cold. Liquor, she wanted to feel hot, must be her illusion, and her body was probably frozen. She didn’t dare to soak again, shaking and coming out of the barrel. She baked naked before lighting the gas stove, and she felt colder and colder as the alcohol volatilized.
She threw her clothes in the next warehouse, and I don’t know how many kinds of plants were stained with them. She picked up a pair of kitchen pliers and a bucket and went to the small warehouse to take off all her clothes, put them in the bucket, and then poured cooking oil into the kitchen and lit the fire.
Her dress caught fire in an iron drum and gave off an unpleasant pungent smell.
Mo Qingqing wanted to keep warm, but the smell was so bad that she could drag the iron drum outside to a ventilated place near the gate, covering her nose and mouth.
It’s windy outside. I don’t know how many plant species have been blown in from the shutter door
Mo Qingqing threw the big iron drum with burning clothes at the door and rushed back to the kitchen. She poured the oil in the kitchen into a big iron basin, threw the chef’s apron into the oil basin and soaked it, then lit it to make a fire. She didn’t think a pot of oil was warm enough, so she went to the warehouse and ran back and forth twice. Two barrels of oil ignited two pots of fire.
She squatted by the fire and baked for a while, waiting for her body to get a little hot. She soaked the dagger in white wine and dried it. She threw the mat into the oil pan and burned it, and then went to look for clothes to keep out the cold.
In addition to the kitchen apron, kitchen hat and rag, she can find only tablecloths and sofa chairs and pillows in the restaurant. At this time, she really dare not be choosy. She took out a hole from table linen, drilled her head through the hole and put it on several floors of her body. She went to the warehouse to find a packing rope and tied it around her waist to make a simple dress. After that, she wrapped a piece of table linen as a cloak and squatted in front of the fire to warm herself.
She caught a cold and her nose kept running.
Mo Qingqing can also wipe off his nose in table linen. Who cares if he is dirty or not?
She felt a little top-heavy, and touching her forehead was horribly hot.
Mo Qingqing put away all the tablecloths and pillows she could find, pushed the dining table on the most side of the hall, put two sofa chairs together, and then spread table linen on the sofa cushion with a soft pillow. She ran to the warehouse and moved a box of black tea out, trying to find the eggs. First, the black tea washed the egg shell, then poured it into the pot and boiled some eggs. She thought about it, and now she had a bad cold. Drink more water, so she fished out the eggs and broke them, boiled them into black tea, and added some salt to the plumeria.
The pot is not big, the gas stove fires quickly, and it is cooked quickly.
Mo Qingqing huddled in the kitchen with a runny nose, holding hot black tea and water plumeria in her hands. She felt lucky and sad to have a bowl of hot food at this time. She didn’t know if this was her last meal.
It would be sad if she could drink this sweet and salty egg paste for her last meal.
Mo Qingqing cooked a pot of meat with black tea and some quick-frozen dumplings.
After eating and drinking enough, she moved the brazier in the kitchen to the side of the sofa chair she had assembled. She climbed onto the sofa chair and covered the rest of the pillow, then covered all the table linen she received on the back of the pillow.
There should be cotton in the pillow to keep it warm. table linen is waterproof and windproof. Ten or twenty pieces of table linen are laid on the pillow layer by layer, which can play a role in keeping warm and cold.