The aroma of spicy and savory food filled the bus, and even the powerful ventilation system couldn't completely eliminate it.

Everyone took a big bowl and ate the spicy stir-fry that Bai Yifan had cooked.

The Bai family never lacked food, yet they were never picky eaters, eating whatever was made.

Even the four little beasts in the space got some spicy hot pot.

The kitten was too small to finish the food, so the Taotie cleaned up the rest.

Bai Yifan, carrying two large lunchboxes and two bottles of prepared milk powder, limped off the bus.

He still owes Zhao Zhen a meal!

It was pitch black outside the residential area, with clusters of dark figures huddled together, making it impossible to tell who was who.

"Zhao Zhen! Zhao Zhen!"

Bai Yifan whispered Zhao Zhen's name.

A group of dark figures stared intently at Bai Yifan and the lunchbox in his hand that emitted a spicy and fragrant aroma.

In the apocalypse, being able to eat your fill is already a blessing, and even seasonings are precious commodities.

I haven't had this kind of strongly flavored food for several months.

Bai Yifan felt uncomfortable being stared at by those people, so he started to use his strength—shining.

A faint yellow light enveloped Bai Yifan, emitting a bright yellow glow in the dark night.

Like a giant walking light bulb.

Those who had been staring at the lunchbox in Bai Yifan's hand immediately deflated.

Those with superpowers are the last people you should mess with.

Bai Yifan was radiating a yellow light, making him extremely conspicuous in the living area. Now he didn't need to call Zhao Zhen's name anymore.

All you have to do is put your face on the ground and walk around shamelessly in the crowd.

"Xiao Fan?"

Zhao Zhen's surprised voice came from a corner in the distance.

Bai Yifan's eyes lit up, the yellow light around him vanished instantly, and he ran towards Zhao Zhen's direction.

By the light from the entrance to the residential area, Bai Yifan could barely make out Zhao Zhen's face, who was standing right in front of him.

"Xiao Fan, why are you out so late at night?" Zhao Zhen looked at Bai Yifan with curiosity.

The aroma of spicy and savory food suddenly filled the air, and Zhao Zhen swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the lunchbox in Bai Yifan's hand.

"I brought you food. Have you forgotten that I still owe you a meal?" Bai Yifan shook the lunchbox in his hand and lowered his voice.

In the living area, there were hungry people everywhere. To prevent others from taking Zhao Zhen's food, Bai Yifan deliberately lowered his voice.

It had been a long time since he had eaten with his old classmates, and Bai Yifan's lips curled up slightly.

The old days were better!

Every time we finished copying the test paper, we could go out for a nice meal together with Zhao Zhen.

“But…” Zhao Zhen looked at the lunchbox in Bai Yifan’s hand, hesitated for a moment, and then shook her head vigorously. “The past is the past. You should keep it for yourself! I heard that everyone in the base will be given a piece of snake meat tomorrow, so we won’t eat dinner tonight.”

Zhao Zhen swallowed hard, forcing herself not to look at the lunchbox in Bai Yifan's hand.

Having wandered for so long, he knew all too well the value of food.

"Xiao Zhen, is this your classmate?"

A strong man rubbed his eyes, draped a blanket over his sleeping wife, and quietly got up to stand beside Zhao Zhen.

The man was tall, with a simple and honest expression, dark skin, and thick hands, all of which showed his simple and honest nature.

"Yes, his name is Bai Yifan, the one I told you about." Zhao Zhen nodded, a faint smile on her face.

Now the whole family is together, and although there isn't enough food, they are still happy.

The honest-looking man's face stiffened slightly.

Bai Yifan?

Is it the terminally ill patient who received the computer from his family?

But, isn't he dead?

We burned paper money for him!!

The kind-hearted man couldn't resist reaching out and tapping Bai Yifan's forehead.

Thankfully, it's still warm.

He remembered that on the day of the apocalypse, his son was wiping away tears as he logged into his account and played games in the house.

It's said that a classmate named Bai Yifan is going to die.

Unexpectedly, this student, Xiao Fan, is suffering from a terminal illness and is still alive and well.

The honest-looking man pursed his lips and looked at Zhao Zhen.

Zhao Zhen had been keeping track of Bai Yifan's deadline, saying he wanted to see him off on his final journey.

One month ago, on a certain day, was Bai Yifan's "death day".

That day, a rainy night.

Zhao Zhen's family folded a lot of paper ingots and cut a lot of yellow paper in the pitch-black night.

Zhao Zhen drew a circle, chanted Bai Yifan's name, and burned paper money and ingots for him while wailing and howling.

Zhao Zhen cried with snot and tears streaming down her face, and even poured half a can of milk powder that she had been hiding for a long time onto the burning paper money.

Then... it caused a dust explosion.

Fortunately, Zhao's father reacted quickly and grabbed his son, whose face was covered in soot, and ran away.

That time, Zhao Zhen was being chased by some zombies, howling like a banshee, while being tucked under his father's arm.

Now, a living, breathing person is standing right in front of me.

It was... kind of awkward.

You cried too soon.

Hello, Uncle!

Bai Yifan bowed obediently, a hint of curiosity on his face.

Why does this uncle look so strange?

"Cough cough..." Zhao Zhen suddenly coughed and blinked frantically at his father.

I hope my dad won't betray me.

It's so embarrassing.

"This is the meal I owed you last time, here you go."

Bai Yifan handed over both lunchboxes and two bottles of milk powder to Zhao Zhen in one go.

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