The NO.1 Food Stall in the Wasteland novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221: Chapter 221: A Woman Like an Eagle Always Has Excellent Willpower

"I’m not staying in the hospital," Fu Cheng stated his demand.

He was willing to go for his physical therapy every day, but he refused to be admitted.

Shen Lu understood. Fu Cheng was probably afraid that if he stayed at the hospital, he wouldn’t get to eat the meals that could heal and soothe his Spiritual Sea every day.

It was understandable.

"I’ll have Ye Fan take you there every afternoon."

The restaurant was usually closed in the afternoon, so Ye Fan would be free to drive him.

Fu Cheng nodded.

Shen Lu quickened her pace, applying medicinal powder to Fu Cheng’s still-healing wounds, wrapping them in gauze, and then helping him into the new loungewear she had bought.

She had bought him two new sets of thicker loungewear—one with blue stripes, the other with gray. The fabric was quite soft and perfect for sleeping in.

After changing Fu Cheng’s dressings, Shen Lu emptied the dirty water, grabbed her pajamas, and took a shower.

After drying her hair, Shen Lu sat on the sofa to do her daily inventory check and use her Lottery Ticket.

[Congratulations, Host, you have drawn prize #174 from the blind box: one Memory Disappearance Hammer.]

[Memory Disappearance Hammer: Everyone has regrettable moments they can’t forget, tossing and turning in bed at midnight, not knowing what to do. With the Memory Disappearance Hammer, a gentle tap is all it takes to erase those vexing memories!]

[Note: This is not a permanent item. Total uses: 10. Can be used repeatedly on the same person.]

Shen Lu was speechless.

The things she was getting from the lottery were getting more and more bizarre.

Still, her curiosity got the better of her, and she took out the Memory Disappearance Hammer to examine it.

It looked no different from a toy hammer, with a yellow and green color scheme that exuded a childish innocence.

Shen Lu even began to doubt if this thing was really as amazing as it claimed to be.

’What should I do? I kind of want to test it on someone,’ she thought.

After much hesitation, Shen Lu gave up on the idea. There were only a few people at the restaurant; even if she wanted a guinea pig, she couldn’t use her own people.

Putting the hammer away, Shen Lu opened the kitchenware upgrade panel, found the entry for the malatang machine, and tapped "Upgrade."

Normally, she wouldn’t have gathered the materials this quickly. The hardest to get was the liquid crystal material. Shen Lu had looked it up on her Light Brain; it was a high-precision material that had to be purchased in person from a company with proper identification.

She had originally planned to find time to make a trip to the Upper City District, but unexpectedly, she had won 20 units of it in a lottery draw two days ago, saving her the trouble.

The upgrade would take an hour. Shen Lu couldn’t be bothered to wait and decided to go to her room to rest.

The time right before bed was Shen Lu’s most cherished private time. She would curl up under the covers and browse her Light Brain.

This world also had its male and female "saints"—as well as digital ones—and the content was strictly categorized by rating.

Because the Light Brain was tightly bound to a resident’s personal information, minors could basically only access content suitable for them. The adult world was far more... abundant.

Shen Lu’s face flushed red as she browsed through the posts from these "saints." She almost sent a "rocket" virtual gift to a male one to see the 5% of his content hidden behind a paywall.

But she restrained herself.

A woman with the spirit of an eagle always had outstanding willpower.

On the next video, Shen Lu swiped to a marketing video for Fragrant Sky.

Shen Lu’s good mood vanished instantly.

After watching Fragrant Sky’s video with a deadpan expression, Shen Lu scoffed.

’It wasn’t enough for them to copy my lottery promotion, now they have to imitate my marketing videos, too?’

’Judging by the number of likes and comments, they must have hired a ton of paid commenters, right?’

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