"What are you doing?" The woman took out the vegetables from the drawer, but found that the little boy was lying on the drawer and looking inside.

"I'm looking inside..." the little boy looked excited, "Mom, is this dish grown from this box?"

"How is that possible?" The woman looked helpless.

"Then why are there such fresh vegetables inside?" the little boy didn't believe it.

"That's because some uncles washed the vegetables and put them in." The woman said.

"Really?" The little boy didn't believe it, so he tried his best to look into the drawer and almost got into it.

The woman saw that there was already someone queuing behind her, so she hugged the little boy and said, "Okay, okay, we're going home, come and buy it tomorrow..."

"No, I still have to look..." The little boy thought this drawer was particularly magical.

"Let's go." The woman had no choice but to give the little boy a tomato in her hand. The little boy held it and took a bite, and immediately opened his eyes wide: "It's delicious!"

"real?"

"Yeah, it's very delicious!"

The woman also took a bite and her eyes narrowed.

The two of them were holding a lot of vegetables and gnawing on tomatoes, and they were getting farther and farther away.

But less than twenty minutes later, the little boy ran back, squatted beside the vending machine, staring at him with wide eyes.

This vegetable is really delicious, and compared to fruits, it is actually more nutritious.

Furthermore, the price of these vegetables is cheaper than fried rice fruits. Within the tolerance of more people, a long queue was soon placed in front of the vending machine, afraid that there were not hundreds of people.

Even the three sales windows were a little uncouldn't handle it.

More people were also a little anxious when queuing up. They were worried that the vegetables suddenly disappeared while selling them.

After all, such a container cannot actually contain many vegetables. Many people who come here carry big shopping bags and want to buy them and store them, for fear that they won’t be able to eat them again.

However, all buttons of the vending machine were lit and the word "sold out" did not appear.

The hundreds of people in line had finished buying, and hundreds of people came, and none of them had sold out.

The little boy stopped squatting beside him and looked at the drawer. He lay behind the container and put his head on the container, as if he was listening.

"Oh, I've been looking for you for a long time, why are you here?" His mother came.

"Shh, I'm listening to the uncles inside." The little boy raised his fingers and asked his mother to speak out.

"What?" the woman widened her eyes.

"Really, there's someone talking inside."

The woman came over.

There was indeed a sound inside, as if it was some kind of language that I couldn't understand, as if someone was mumbling.

And, it seems not alone.

After listening for a while, the woman suddenly slapped the little boy in the head: "Hi! This is not the sound inside, it is clearly the sound of your hungry whispering! Come home with me quickly, otherwise I will not care if I get hungry!"

As he said that no matter how the little boy struggled, he dragged the little boy away.

Less than half an hour later, the little boy came back. He circled around the container, knocked here and listened there, looking very curious.

The people lined up next to him looked at him curiously.

Time flies very quickly, and the sun is gradually turning west, and it is almost evening.

From the morning to now, thousands of people have come to buy vegetables, and some of them have come to tow trucks and bought a lot of them back.

But this automatic vegetable vending machine is still selling vegetables continuously, and none of the buttons have become empty.

When the woman came again to call the little boy for supper, she was also surprised.

"Really? You haven't seen any uncles, just those uncles of the White Bear open the door and put the vegetables in it?"

"No, really not!" the little boy said seriously.

"That's so strange..." The woman couldn't help but circle the vending machine.

With such a big machine, how can there be so many vegetables?

"It must be when you go back to eat, Uncle Baixiong came to fill the vegetables." In the end, she came to this conclusion.

However, no matter how strange the vending machine is, it is not as important as supper, so she still dragged her son away.

At around 8 o'clock in the evening, the little boy appeared in front of the vending machine again wrapped in a blanket.

In the current Dongdu urban area, due to insufficient power supply, there are no street lights, only the windows of the fruit house in the farm just now were still shining.

Because there are no street lights and almost no one comes out to play at night, this city that never sleeps is truly in the darkness.

After eight o'clock in the evening, the last person who came to buy vegetables was already satisfied with the carrying of a large pile of vegetables, and the 48 grids were still lit.

The little boy walked to the display screen, stood on tiptoe, and pressed it on the screen.

The sound of the sound kept ringing.

"%@@#!@#￥#!" A voice that I couldn't understand came from.

The little boy looked around and pressed tirelessly.

At this moment, the drawer opened and a few tomatoes were placed inside.

The little boy suddenly stuck his head into the drawer, then shouted: "Ha, uncle, hello!"

On the other side of the drawer, a confused face suddenly took it back.

The little boy held the tomato excitedly and shouted happily: "Thank you uncle for giving me the tomatoes! Thank you uncle!"

He happily held the tomatoes and ate a few bites, and then he heard a click.

The drawer was automatically locked, and a cover also put the screen cover on.

This uncle is a little shy...

The little boy thought for a while, turned around and ran away: "Mom and Mom! There is indeed an uncle living in the vending machine!"

The night gradually fell. At around nine o'clock in the evening, a group of angry guys ran to the vending machine, waving sticks and hitting them. After a long time, there was no pothole left on it.

They also set a fire, but the flames burned for a long time and could not burn anything.

In anger, they sprayed a lot of red paint on the vending machine, but a gust of wind blew, and the paint peeled off...

The angry populist left helplessly.

More than an hour later, at around 10 o'clock in the evening, a thick fog suddenly enveloped the vending machine.

I vaguely heard the sound of a "cracking" switch. After two minutes, the fog disappeared again, and everything seemed to have never happened.

...

The next morning, the mother and son went out.

"By the way, we go to the ATM to get some cash and buy some daily necessities. It seems that there are still many places where we can't swipe our cards." The woman took the little boy to find an ATM machine to withdraw money.

After withdrawing the money, the little boy suddenly bowed to the ATM: "Thank you uncle!"

"What are you doing?"

"Thank you with the uncle who lives in the ATM!" said the little boy.
Chapter completed!