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Chapter 1194 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (76)

The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (Seventy-Six)

Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

"This is the daily 9 o'clock news broadcast from the Storage Base. Today, we will bring you the following five pieces of news."

"...Last update: the Storage Base has recently added a new exchange item: a family-style greenhouse device, which also provides seeds for ten different crops. Survivors who are interested in exchanging for it can go to the nearest resource exchange point."

Song Ning carefully removed the somewhat rotten outer leaves with her fingers, and then carefully picked off the outermost layer of leaves that had clearly grown out of the lettuce. Soon, only the tender core of the lettuce remained, and Song Ning stopped.

Beside him, a basket made of rattan was piled high with vibrant green lettuce leaves, a sight that was incredibly appealing.

Song Ning even bent down and took a gentle sniff. The long-lost leafy greens had a unique plant fragrance that was incredibly tempting.

The radio broadcast the news from the light storage base. Song Ning propped herself up and looked up with a wicker basket slung over her shoulder. A long-awaited ray of sunlight, warm in the cold, shone through the greenhouse, casting a hazy beam of light.

Song Ning: "The weather looks really nice today. It's perfect for having barbecue. I wonder when Lance will be back."

Speak of the devil, and he appears. He had just returned to the house from the greenhouse with a basket of lettuce leaves when Lance, radiating a chill, pushed open the door and came in.

Song Ning's gaze unconsciously fell on Lance. Today, Lance was wearing the same long trench coat that Song Ning had worn before, which was too long for him. However, it actually accentuated Lance's broad shoulders, slender waist, and long, straight legs.

Lance was tilting his head and fiddling with the sparse snowflakes on his head. His slightly messy black hair gave him a wild beauty.

Song Ning's gaze was almost glued to it. No matter how many times he looked at it, he couldn't resist the unique aura that Lance exuded, a blend of asceticism and wildness. He had to tell himself this several times before he finally managed to focus his gaze on the epaulets on Lance's arm.

It was a simple little sun emblem, the shoulder patch of the Storage Light Base Guard.

Song Ning put down the rattan basket. "Back from patrol? You've worked hard. I just heard on the broadcast that the base will be opening up greenhouse set exchanges. I guess you guys will have to step up your efforts then?"

Lance quickly took off his coat and hung it on a wooden hanger by the door, then reached into his pocket, took something, and walked over.

"It has nothing to do with me. I'm still responsible for the safety of this area. There aren't many people buying or renting houses here right now, so it won't affect anything."

He stretched his hand out in front of Song Ning; it was a lunchbox from home.

"You ordered four steamed buns, is that enough?"

"That's enough, four slices are quite a lot, but I haven't had time to cut the meat yet, can you go cut it?"

Song Ning took the lunchbox and opened it. Sure enough, there were four fist-sized steamed buns inside. They weren't as big as they were before the apocalypse, but they were unleavened buns, so they were quite substantial.

"So, how do you feel about this job? It's been almost a week now, right? Are you getting used to it? Is it dangerous?"

About a week ago, the storage base recruited a large number of people. Both those working inside and outside the base were welcome to apply, and the different jobs offered good benefits.

For example, Lance's current job is to patrol the outermost perimeter of the base. Each patrol takes about four or five hours, making it one of the most arduous patrol jobs.

However, because of this, the treatment and benefits were quite good. The other patrol members received two pancakes and a meal a day, while Lance's job included four pancakes and a meal.

A meal is provided by the base's small canteen. Most meals consist of multigrain pancakes with a little minced meat, and sometimes diced cured meat or dried vegetables mixed together. It's considered a pretty good meal.

When the storage base announced this treatment, everyone practically fought tooth and nail for a job. After all, food was incredibly scarce in that kind of weather, and the storage base did have a good reputation. The cornbread they provided was never mixed with stones or spoiled, which was one of the reasons why those cornbreads became the standard for exchanging goods.

Many people who got jobs ate one meal at the base to last them the whole day, and then took two pancakes home. Some saved them, while others shared them with their families.

Initially, Song Ning wanted to get a job, since Lance could hunt in the wild to be self-sufficient and even support him, but Song Ning himself couldn't get food in this kind of weather.

Unfortunately, the patrol personnel required high physical fitness and combat ability, and Song Ning's combat ability and physical fitness were far from sufficient, so he was eliminated.

Lance saw how much he valued his work, and that's why he suggested giving it a try.

Song Ning initially thought it was unnecessary, since Lance didn't need the job at all, but looking at Lance's gaze, he couldn't bring himself to say it. In the end, as expected, Lance passed the test with ease as soon as he went.

However, Lance chose to be in charge of the outer perimeter himself, and since the base where he was physically strongest knew that they lived in the outer perimeter area, they readily agreed.

From then on, Lance would set off around 5 a.m. almost every morning and return before noon.

Song Ning was a little worried that Lance might not adapt well, so she wanted to ask him.

As a result, Lance casually took the wicker basket from his hand, took the lettuce to wash, and said while washing, "It's no different from what I usually do. They even brought a meal and four biscuits. There's nothing I'm not used to."

He usually goes out to patrol before dawn and returns before Song Ning wakes up.

Now he just comes back a little later, but he can bring back more food that humans like. Every time he gives food to humans, they are very happy. In his opinion, there is nothing wrong with that. In fact, they are even happier than the humans who came to him before.

Song Ning was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then she gradually understood.

So, it seems like there's no difference?

When Lance was in his big cat form, he would go out to patrol his territory almost every day. In that sense, it could even be considered the big cat's old profession.

The phrase "old profession" popped into his mind and almost made Song Ning laugh. Lance heard his laughter and looked over in confusion. Song Ning didn't explain, but just went over and nudged Lance.

"Go cut the meat, I'll wash the vegetables."

Seeing that the human seemed to be in a good mood, Lance didn't think much of it, nodded, and went back to work.

As long as his humans are happy, nothing else matters.