Hotpot
Cups used in space were called space cups, so cups used on planes were naturally called plane cups. Double-layered ones were called thermos cups, single-layered ones were called cold-water cups, and ones with heating and vibrating functions were called automatic cups. Sometimes they could even sing a little tune or two. This tiny cup was almost being played into a work of art. Humanity had truly lost its mind—even cups weren't safe.
Sun Fatty had really gone to great lengths for such a cup. The moment Li Bai casually exposed him, he immediately bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Just as Li Bai spotted Old Hei, the lecherous fatty took the opportunity to secretly hide the suspicious package.
After three years in the army, even a sow could rival Diaochan. During his time in the peacekeeping force, the local women might not have rivaled Diaochan, but some of them could at least rival Sister Feng.
After all, in this impoverished backwater of Africa, by the standards of yellow people—especially the Han Chinese—99.999 percent of the local women were less attractive than Sister Feng. Not to mention the strange odor clinging to them. Just smelling it was enough to make someone vomit!
The single Sun Fatty, a poor loser, really had it rough.
Unlike Li someone, who had nothing serious to do all day but show off, cure all kinds of disobedience, raise monsters, and even enjoy a girlfriend provided by the state.
The last time Li Bai had seen this old black man, Chaka Abuluta, was when the Snow Knight arrived at the port of Mogadishu and the two of them had gone their separate ways.
"Chaka, weren't you at your cousin's place? How did you end up here? Didn't you go back to