Elder Chen was utterly baffled. What was the boy doing? Had he noticed the blisters in his mouth?
Everyone at the base could collect three large bowls of water each day, but he felt it would be a waste. Survival resources like that ought to go to people who could still fight Zombies. As for him... he had lived long enough.
So he only went to collect water when the thirst became unbearable. He hadn't expected the boy to be so thoughtful.
Although A-Dai had run off, he kept looking back to check whether Elder Chen had drunk the water. Warmth filled the old man's heart. Oh, fine. I'll drink it. It's the boy's way of showing he cares.
Elder Chen had intended to take a few token sips, but the moment the water entered his mouth, a rich, refreshing sweetness swept through him. Before he knew it, he had drained the bottle.
He immediately slapped his thigh in regret. There must have been sugar and mint leaves in that water! This mouth of mine! Ah!
After drinking it, Elder Chen felt warm all over, and even his wounds hurt less. He didn't suspect the water, though. Instead, he glanced up at the sun.
All living things depend on the sun to grow!
His eyes kept searching for A-Dai, but suddenly, he couldn't hold back a fart! Elder Chen's face instantly reddened.
"What's that smell? It stinks!"
"Who farted?"
Elder Chen couldn't stay there any longer either. His stomach churned violently, and he hurried off to find a toilet.
After witnessing all that, A-Dai grinned with delight.
Bai Yaoyao shot A-Dai a glare, and only then did he begin to rein himself in.
The old man squatted on the toilet until his legs went numb, and the stench had him