"How about we have lunch together?"

Zhang Yiming spoke softly, his eyes looking at Bai Xizhu with a hint of expectation.

After the apocalypse, he ate with the Bai family quite often, but the longing for eating together was too strong in his extra memories.

He could barely control himself; he longed to stay with Bai Xizhu forever and protect her with all his might.

This is the deepest and most intense memory in his mind.

It is also a memory of his future self.

Even though he had tried his best to restrain himself, he couldn't help but make the request.

"good."

Bai Xizhu didn't think anything of it and nodded in agreement.

The way Zhang Yiming, the future zombie king, looked at her was too obvious; Bai Xizhu could vaguely sense his emotions.

Zhang Yiming in front of her was too warm and sunny, and the emotions in his eyes were so pure, seemingly untainted by any other feelings. Bai Xizhu didn't want to think about it in that way at all.

In reality, Zhang Yiming concealed it too well.

What do you want to eat?

Leng Yebai pursed his lips and asked casually.

They looked at you with an air of superiority, as if to say, "What good food could you possibly have in this remote, impoverished place?"

Seeing the harmonious atmosphere between the two, Leng Yebai couldn't resist teasing Zhang Yiming.

If he wasn't afraid Xiao Zhu would beat him to death, he would have slammed his fist on the table and stormed off!

“Human flesh sashimi,” Zhang Yiming said calmly. “Which part do you want to eat? Tangtang said the thigh is the best part, it’s chewy.”

Zhang Yiming still had a smile on his face, and he spoke in a serious manner, not at all like he was joking.

Bai Xizhu: ...

I just discovered that my old classmate has such a humorous side.

"...I want to eat thigh too!"

Leng Yebai nodded at Zhang Yiming without changing his expression, looking completely fearless.

Haha, you just want to scare him with a few words and make him lose his composure in front of Xiaozhu?

Dream on!

He's a level 5 ability user, and he's even been a zombie before. How could he be scared by just a few words from Zhang Yiming?

It's just doxxing, what hasn't he seen?

He watched the bloody scene of Liu Jing and Wang Yiyun dissecting and applying makeup to the zombies without batting an eye!

"Okay." Zhang Yiming nodded, seemingly remembering Leng Yebai's words, then turned to Bai Xizhu and asked, "Xiaozhu, what would you like to eat? Would pork rib soup be okay?"

"You can make pork rib soup too?"

Bai Xizhu immediately thought of the scene where Zombie King Zhang Yiming last appeared on the bus. He had prepared a table full of food, and pork rib soup was one of the main dishes.

After that cooking session, Zombie King Zhang Yiming left. According to Zhang Yiming, the world had been corrected, and that was their last meeting.

“I’ve loved pork rib soup since I was a child, and I can make a little bit.” Zhang Yiming’s expression remained unchanged as he gently touched the gloves he was wearing. “You won’t mind, will you?”

Her long eyelashes drooped, carrying a hint of grievance.

In his memory of the future, he was afraid that Xiao Zhu would dislike him, which was why he didn't dare to appear by her side...

"How could that be? Of course not! Pork rib soup it is!"

Bai Xizhu shook her head in rebuttal.

It turns out that Zhang Yiming knew how to make pork rib soup when he was a child, so whether it was Zhang Yiming in the past or Zhang Yiming in the future, he can make pork rib soup.

For a fleeting moment, Bai Xizhu thought that the two Zhang Yimings had merged into one!

Upon hearing Bai Xizhu's reply, Zhang Yiming's face instantly broke into a smile.

He was too narrow-minded.

She's such a good person, how could she possibly dislike herself?

Zhang Yiming walked into the kitchen with a smile, took out another pair of white gloves from his pocket, and put on another layer of gloves without taking off the original ones.

The two layers of gloves looked a bit bulky. Zhang Yiming frowned slightly as he looked at the gloves on his hands, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied.

Zhang Yiming searched in the kitchen for a while longer and finally found another pair of new gloves, which he then put on as an extra layer.

Only then did Zhang Yiming nod in satisfaction and begin preparing the meal.

Footsteps approached, and Zhang Yiming knew without looking up that it was Leng Yebai.

The fleshy aroma emanating from Leng Yebai was indeed delicious, but the thought of Leng Yebai gave Zhang Yiming a terrible headache, and he just wanted him to get out of there as soon as possible.

If Leng Yebai could commit suicide, that would be even better; Zhang Yiming would be able to laugh out loud.

"I can do it myself, you don't need to help."

The warm, sunny smile that had been on Zhang Yiming's face was gone; instead, he wore the same cold and aloof expression as Leng Yebai.

Having absorbed the memories of the Zombie King Zhang Yiming, Zhang Yiming exudes a faint but strong aura of malevolence.

Even zombies dare not approach.

But Leng Yebai was not afraid and even dared to provoke Zhang Yiming.

Leng Yebai didn't even bother to pretend. Hearing Zhang Yiming's words, he turned around and left, deliberately standing at the kitchen doorway and facing the living room, saying, "If you think my cooking is bad, fine, just cook it yourself!"

Her voice carried a hint of resentment and a touch of grievance.

After saying that, Leng Yebai huffed and puffed as he walked toward the living room, looking somewhat aggrieved.

Zhang Yiming: ...

This cleaver is so sharp, it would feel so good to chop it off Leng Yebai's head.

A short while later, Bai Xizhu came out, followed by Leng Yebai.

Leng Yebai looked at Zhang Yiming with a half-smile, a triumphant expression on his face.

“He said the food I cooked had a virus, so I told him he wasn’t a good cook.”

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