Looking at Leng Yebai and Zhang Yiming flirting in front of her, Bai Xizhu felt a little bit superfluous.

Or should she leave?

"How about we change the subject?"

Bai Yifan always felt that Brother Zhang's eyes were too bright, as if he was about to draw his sword at any moment.

Both of you are terrifying.

Zhang Yiming lowered his head and ate his rice without expression.

Leng Yebai continued to pick up food with a blank expression.

They appear to be perfectly harmonious, but in reality, they both want to kill each other.

Bai Yifan felt that he had just made the atmosphere awkward, so he should liven things up himself.

"Why isn't Tangtang here for dinner yet?" Bai Yifan turned to ask Fan Liping.

“He doesn’t eat the food we eat,” Fan Liping said.

He was already very content that Fan Tangtang could appear before him again and call him "Dad" and "Mom."

Fan Liping didn't think there was anything wrong with him becoming a zombie; in fact, he was grateful for the apocalypse.

He chose to ignore the question of what Fan Tangtang should eat.

Fan Tangtang eats meat.

Sometimes it's animal flesh and blood, sometimes it's...

But none of this diminishes his love for his son.

Bai Yifan looked at Brother Zhang, hesitating to speak.

"explain."

A hint of helplessness flashed across Zhang Yiming's gentle face.

Ask me anything you want!

He doesn't answer everyone's questions.

Not all boys are Bai Xizhu's younger brother.

"What I want to ask is, can you taste it?"

Bai Yifan watched Zhang Yiming eat bite by bite and felt that something was off.

Normal people should chew their food slowly and carefully, but Brother Zhang not only wolfed down his food, but he also chewed the bones up and swallowed them as if they were broken.

Its bite force is amazing.

"cannot."

Zhang Yiming shook his head expressionlessly, crunching on the pork knuckle that Leng Yebai had given him—the big bone in the middle.

"Then...you." Bai Yifan watched Zhang Yiming chewing bones, his teeth aching terribly.

If you can't taste anything, what's the point of eating?

“It’s not good to have an empty stomach,” Zhang Yiming said.

Fan Tangtang is too young to swallow ordinary food, which is like a sponge to a zombie.

It has no taste.

Zhang Yiming possesses strong self-control and is far more powerful than Fan Tangtang.

The more powerful a zombie is, the greater its control over its own body.

He can manage to eat a meal or two of ordinary food to fill his stomach.

"May I ask you something else, if I may?"

Bai Yifan's small eyes were filled with great confusion.

He has the air of a curious child.

"Yes." Zhang Yiming nodded.

After all, he's a young man surnamed Bai.

There's nothing to be presumptuous about.

"You eat so much... is it normal for you to poop?" Bai Yifan finally asked the question he wanted to ask.

Zhang Yiming: "..."

You are being very presumptuous.

"What nonsense are you talking about! We're eating!" Bai Anhai slapped Bai Yifan on the head. "Can't you eat first before asking?"

...Although he also really wanted to know.

Zhang Yiming: ...Let's hurry up and leave after we finish eating!

Bai Yifan shrank his neck, grinned at Zhang Yiming, and then shoveled rice into his mouth.

The meal finally came to an end in a friendly atmosphere.

Click, click.

Zhang Yiming held the bone of the pork knuckle and crunched on it.

The food on the table had been completely devoured, and everyone sat on the sofa, enjoying the comfort that the delicious food brought.

Click, click.

Zhang Yiming continued chewing the bone.

A face bathed in warm sunlight, clean and neat casual wear, and pristine white sneakers.

Zhang Yiming is the epitome of beauty.

Except for the bone he was chewing on.

Click, click.

The bones turned into bits of dust in Zhang Yiming's mouth and were then swallowed whole.

"Brother Zhang, you're amazing!" Bai Yifan gave Zhang Yiming a thumbs up, then asked tactfully, "Our toilet has never been clogged, has it?"

Zhang Yiming: ...Why aren't you leaving yet?

With a few crunches, Zhang Yiming finished the bone and sat on the sofa in a daze.

Pretending to be deep in thought, but actually avoiding the problem.

"Brother Zhang?"

Bai Yifan stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Zhang Yiming.

Zhang Yiming kept his eyes straight ahead, continuing to stare blankly.

Pretend you didn't see it.

Bai Yifan touched his nose, realizing that his question was indeed very presumptuous.

"Brother Zhang, what kind of zombie girlfriend do you like?" Bai Yifan leaned closer again and changed the subject.

He could catch a zombie girlfriend and use her to buy baby formula.

Zhang Yiming glanced at Bai Yifan, and could vaguely see that Bai Yifan's eyebrows and features were very similar to Bai Xizhu's.

They were born to the same parents, so how come there's such a big difference in their intelligence?

"Why are you looking at me like that? Could it be..." Bai Yifan took a deep breath.

I never knew Brother Zhang had this kind of quirk!

Zhang Yiming turned his head away and ignored Bai Yifan.

Even if children are raised by the same parents, there is still a possibility that they could be switched at birth.

Or, a gene mutation.

The sun begins to shift westward from the center.

It's time to go.

Before leaving, Zhang Yiming gave Bai Yifan two cans of milk powder, a luxury item in the milk powder world.

This boy isn't quite right in the head; let's give him some more milk powder to help him recover!

Zhang Yiming and the Fan family of four escorted the Bai family to the village entrance, where the bus was parked.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, warm sunlight shone on Zhang Yiming and the Fan family.

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