He would never leave her to wander alone in the apocalypse, no matter what.

If I had known this would happen, would the outcome have been different?

Zombie King Zhang Yiming rubbed his eyes; they were dry and without any fluid.

"Go boil some water!" Bai Xizhu glared at the zombie king, Zhang Yiming.

Whoever makes it dirty, cleans it up.

"Yes, sir!"

Zombie King Zhang Yiming smirked and bowed deeply to Bai Xizhu at a ninety-degree angle.

Then, his hands were instantly enveloped in blazing flames.

The blazing flames flew to the bottom of the pot, and without firewood, the blazing flames alone brought the water in the pot to a boil in less than a minute.

Click, click.

Bai Yifan and the middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan cracked sunflower seeds, enjoying the scene of two grown men being lectured by a young girl.

Especially for the middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan, the thought of having just been beaten down by the Zombie King filled him with immense pleasure.

No wonder she's his granddaughter!

Awesome!

The hot pot broth was put back into the pot, and Leng Yebai silently added ingredients, while Zombie King Zhang Yiming acted as the gas stove, silently emitting light and heat.

The aroma of spicy and savory flavors fills the air; it's time to add the ingredients.

Bai Yifan clapped his hands, picked up his bowl, and stood silently beside the large pot.

Leng Yebai took a large spoon and scooped a full spoonful of food into Bai Yifan's bowl, piling the ingredients up like a small mountain.

Bai Yifan's eyes sparkled. It was still his brother-in-law!

Bai Yifan was holding chopsticks, but before he could even eat, Leng Yebai snatched the bowl from his hand.

"Give!"

With a cold expression, Leng Yebai handed the overflowing bowl to the Zombie King, Zhang Yiming.

The main concern was that if Zhang Yiming ate hot pot with everyone, they would all start yelling and screaming.

Otherwise, Leng Yebai wouldn't be so attentive.

Leng Yebai thought coldly, "This guy eats a lot. One bowl is definitely not enough. I'll have to give him another bowl later."

So annoying!

Zombie King Zhang Yiming accepted the call with a cold face.

He knew he was a zombie and couldn't have hot pot with everyone.

Is this guy trying to stuff himself to death by serving himself so much?

Don't you know that zombies don't need to eat these random things?

Bai Yifan looked at his empty hands and the bowl in the hands of Zombie King Zhang Yiming, then looked at Bai Xizhu with resentment.

Sister, why didn't you just beat those adulterers to death?