Chapter 355 Anger and Touching

Even Pan Jinlian feels that such a fact is a little humiliating. This hiccup also makes her feel that she is really full. In addition, she really hates the fishy smell brought by these sea fish. Now, she finally understands why the salty smell of those who come back from the sea has penetrated into every Inch skin, in their own words, is "even if the whole body is dripping with blood with an iron brush, and when the skin heals, the taste will come again". They call it "the mark of the sea". Although he is very proud in his tone, Pan Jinlian can still clearly see that in this kind of reluctance Behind the pride is actually the inferiority that cannot be integrated into other groups.

How can living at sea and eating these things every day not have that smell?

The sound of the hairy egg in expectation has never come. Pan Jinlian is extremely disappointed. Anyway, she is already full. It's better to leave the table and look at the sun on the deck, or go back to the room to lie down for a while to completely digest the fishy smell. Either of these two options is much better than sitting here and waiting.

When Pan Jinlian thought of this, she put down her chopsticks and prepared to stand up.

"Hence." The sound of hairy eggs came.

Pan Jinlian was a little stunned. The happiness came so suddenly that she had no reaction. She just instinctively raised her head and saw the face of Maodan with almost no expression. Pan Jinlian has seen such a hairy egg countless times. When he talked on the castle for a long time, he mostly looked like this, but at that time, he would casually pinch a few dead grasses that can be seen everywhere in the room. Now there is nothing in his hand, which makes Pan Jinlian somewhat unaccustomed to it.

But Pan Jinlian doesn't know what to answer, what does "slow" mean? She could only stop the ongoing movement, look at the hairy egg, and then replied with garlic in her mouth: "What's wrong?"

"This is for you." Mao Dan usually threw an orange thing from his hand. He threw it very slowly, and Pan Jinlian caught it without much effort.

The thing thrown over looks like an orange, but ordinary oranges are not so big. Pan Jinlian is very doubtful. She usually doesn't eat these things very much. The price of fruits is very expensive. Relatively speaking, she prefers to choose more affordable food. When she is rich in her hands, she buys some cooked meat, which is more satisfying. And oranges, that sour food, don't want to eat at all when you are full, but when you are hungry, you will only feel more hungry, which is not an ideal food.

"I don't like this." Pan Jinlian did not hide it. She felt that Mao Dan's kindness was insincere, which made her expectant heart very frustrated.

"You don't know what this is, so you refuse." The hairy egg actually smiled.

"What don't you know? Isn't it just oranges? Although it sells less on the street, I still have eaten it. Pan Jinlian fought back. She doesn't want to fight against Maodan or quarrel with him, but Pan Jinlian feels a little angry when she thinks of her dedication last night.

"Look, you said you don't know, but you still don't admit that this is not an orange. This thing is called orange. Come on, give it to me." Mao Dan stretched out his hand and took the thing called "orange" from Pan Jinlian's hand.

Pan Jinlian did not hear of Orange. She did not continue to speak, but just looked at the movements of the hairy egg. The hairy egg reached out and took off an iron sheet that was originally wrapped around the corner of the table at the edge of the table, and skillfully cut the orange skin with the edge of the iron sheet. Finally, the orange peel bloomed like petals, and the pulp inside turned into the stamens of open flowers.

This process is proficient and rhythmic, as if there is some music playing at the same time. Pan Jinlian looked at the action of the hairy egg and remembered the little man selling pears on Purple Street. Pan Jinlian has never bought his pears, but she has seen him peeled others. His hands are extremely dexterous, and the skin of pears are layer by layered. The onlookers didn't even say a word loudly, for fear that the reckless sound would break the perfect pear skin. However, the little guy is too ugly and far less handsome than the hairy egg.

In fact, the appearance of the hairy egg is not outstanding, much worse than Wu Song, but this is a person who can create miracles, and the little man selling pears is not comparable. It was not until here that Pan Jinlian suddenly found the dead corner in her thinking process. She didn't talk much with the pear seller. Except for hitting him with a fork stick, there was no other intersection in life. Even if he could create miracles, how could she know?

"You see, orange peeling is a petal, while orange peeling is a complete ball, and the surrounding skin is thicker than oranges." The hairy egg introduced with an orange in his hand.

It turned out that he did this just to show me that I was wrong. Pan Jinlian's appreciative heart was broken in an instant, replaced by deep anger after being ridiculed. She could accept the ridicule of others, but could not accept the ridicule of her loved ones.

"I don't like these, I'll say it again." Pan Jinlian repeated her words. She was not going to take over the orange. After receiving it, she would make Maodan feel that what happened last night was owed. He could not be given such a chance. If he felt that he had always owed me, he owed me a life, which was definitely not something that an orange could offset. These thoughts burned in Pan Jinlian's body, and she felt the heat emitted from the combustion from her nostrils, mouth, ears, and even her eyes.

"It's not up to you." Maodan suddenly said seriously, "You have to eat it."

"Why?" Pan Jinlian did not give in.

"You probably don't know that it is easy to get a problem called sepsis when sailing at sea, and the best way to prevent this problem is oranges or fresh meat. As you can see, the boat is too small to bring live sheep and pigs, and those things themselves also consume a few foods. These fresh oranges are the most important things. Ordinary boaters can eat half every ten days, and we passengers can eat half every two days. This one is a two-day quota for you and me. You are weak, and I will also give you my part. Mao Dan's eyebrows moved gently when he spoke, which made his language more emotional.

Pan Jinlian has never heard of sepsis. She doesn't know what's wrong with it, but Maodan's words have touched her. Her anger just now was blown away by the sea breeze.