Liweir walked in with a dark expression. He had heard every single word of their conversation.
Although it was not as exaggerated as Fran said, it was not far off.
Fran broke out in cold sweat when he saw Liweir's expression.
Oh no, did Liweir hear what he said just now?
Fran could only pray that under the snow, this bread looked like it was made very well.
If he messed it up, she might have to sleep on the streets tonight.
"Hahaha, Liweir. You're in. Have a taste of the hamburger I made.”
On the contrary, under the snow, she was much calmer.
He didn't care about Liweir's expression at all.
Liweir had always had such an expression.
He didn't know what he was living for, whether he was living for the sake of living, or just for someone.
To him, he was just muddling along in the underground streets of the capital.
Liweir sniffed, and a charred fragrance wafted into his nose.
It passed through the respiratory tract and into the stomach.
His brain immediately reflected two words: "Delicious!"
However, even if he had other thoughts in his heart, they were nonsense that he did not need to say out loud.
He was simply stingy with his words.
Under the Snow handed a hamburger to Liweir.
She looked at him with a smile.
"Try it. It's definitely very delicious. I'm the only one in this world who knows how to make this kind of food.”
Liweir's eyelids drooped as he looked at the double-layered hamburger in front of him.
"Tch, little brat. This is just a piece of bread. What are you so smug about?”
Although he said that, he still stretched out his hand obediently.
Then, it stopped in mid-air.
Under the Snow looked at him in confusion.
"Liweir, what happened to you?”
Fran also looked at him curiously, not knowing what he wanted to do.
Liweir put down his hand and walked towards the sink.
Then, he turned on the tap and washed his hands.
When the two of them saw Liweir's showy actions, the corners of their mouths could not help but twitch crazily.
They had forgotten that Liweir had a mysophobia in his eyes.
He did not expect it to be so serious.
After rubbing for a long time, he used a handkerchief to wipe the water off his hands.
Only then did he return to the front of the snow.
Before she could come back to her senses under the snow, she took the hamburger from his hand.
Looking at the soup flowing out of the filling, Liweir swallowed his saliva without batting an eyelid.
The two of them looked at him without moving. The air seemed to have frozen.
Under the Snow, she was wondering if she could stay. It all depended on the hamburger.
Fran was wondering if he would be chased out to sleep on the streets. It all depended on the food in Liweir's hands.
The expressions in their eyes were different.
Liweir took a bite of the double-layered burger that was made under the snow.
Suddenly, his body paused.
A light flashed in his eyes. The first thing he felt about the bread was that it was very delicious.
Liweir felt that this was the most delicious food he had ever eaten in his life.
It was tens of millions of times better than the ones bought from the shops.
Especially when the bread, meat, vegetables, and soup were mixed together.
It gave off a feeling of being unable to forget.
Liweir looked at the snow and had to admit that this little brat was indeed something.
Letting him stay was also a good choice.
Under the Snow looked at Liweir with a vague expression.
"How is it? How is it? Liweir, is it delicious?"
Liweir ignored him and continued to take a bite of bread.
"Tsk, a brat who only knows how to make bread.”
Then, he walked out of the kitchen.
Before he left, he grabbed another hamburger.
Under the Snow was stunned for a moment.
Liweir walked out of the kitchen.
Fran heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that Liweir was very satisfied.
She walked over to Under the Snow with a smile and rubbed his head.
"Little brat, you're really amazing. You actually managed to make Liwill keep you here.”
Before Under the Snow could say anything, Fran reached for the bread.
Looking at the juicy hamburger, Fran couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
"I didn't expect you to be so good. You can actually make such delicious bread.”
"If I have you in the future, won't I be able to eat it every day?!”
"Just thinking about it makes me happy."
As he spoke, he took a big bite of the bread.
He started chewing.
Underneath the snow, she couldn't be bothered with him. After all, he was hungry.
He took the bread and started eating.
He was about to starve to death. He had not even managed to steal someone else's bread in his memory.
He was even beaten up.
He wolfed down the bread in his hand.
Then, he let out a long sigh of relief.
He finally had a place to stay.
Given the current situation, it was better to figure out the system first.
After all, there were only a few years left for him.
If they did not have the strength, they would definitely become food for the giants.
And unfortunately, the name of the previous owner of his body.
He didn't mention Ackerman.
Forget it, take it slow!
With the existence of the system, I don't believe that I can do badly in this world of attacking giants.
Fran, who choked on his bread, quickly took the water from the side.
He drank it in big gulps.
"Phew, I almost choked to death.”
"Hmm? Little brat, why are you sighing? Didn't Lewell agree to let you stay?”
Under the Snow looked helplessly at Fran's heartless appearance.
The sigh became heavier as he thought about how this guy was in the regretless chapter of choice.
He died miserably!
His body was bitten into two.
His intestines were exposed, and his eyes were wide open. It could be said that he died with grievances!!
"Ah, I'm fine. I want to rest first. Oh right, where should I sleep?”
Fran then remembered that there were only two rooms that had been tidied up.
There were only two beds.
There was no place to rest under the snow.
Fran scratched his naturally yellow hair helplessly.
"You can sleep with me tonight. I'll get you a room tomorrow.”
Under the Snow tilted her head and looked at Fran in a daze.
"Fran, are you sure? The underground streets of the capital were divided into day and night?”
"Isn't it always illuminated by dim lights?”
The veins on Fran's forehead bulged.
With a whoosh, he pointed at the alarm clock on the wall.
"Even if there is no difference between day and night in the underground street, at least there is time.”
"If you don't watch the time and rest, there won't be any sun to shine on your body. If you continue to endure, you'll collapse.”
Under the Snow scratched her head awkwardly.
"That's true. Don't be anxious. Then I'll go and rest first."
With that, he walked out.
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