Su He sat cross-legged on a stool and ate, talking to Yin Lang from time to time, and putting the large steaks from his set meal into Yin Lang's rice bowl.
"This is delicious, try it Xiaoye."
"Ouch!"
Looking at the other side, Miles used mechanical assistance to put two bags of plasma into the isolation box, and he held a bag of nutrient solution.
"Well, if you drink plasma, I can only drink some tasteless nutrient solution. Will my stomach shrink after drinking this for a long time?"
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