Fang's mother, grandmother, and maternal grandmother are even simpler.

The three people each held a bucket in their hands.

Put water there.

Every now and then, one or two small water droplets would condense and burrow into the water.

As for Grandpa Fang...

He was carrying a bag of seeds that Fang Xiyue had given him.

Vegetables are being forced to ripen next to the dining table.

By this time, there were already quite a few small lettuce, cilantro, and chives on the table.

"I'm telling you, old man."

Could you use the same vegetable to induce growth?

We need to put together at least one dish, right?

Grandma Fang didn't forget to complain while practicing.

"I just mixed all the seeds together."

These seeds all look pretty much the same.

I don't know which one is which.

It'll have to do; as long as it's edible, it's fine.

Grandpa Fang was very easily satisfied.

Look how fresh and tender this little vegetable looks, thanks to his efforts to encourage its growth.

It looks delicious, it makes me hungry just looking at it.

Time passed by as the family practiced.

Because Fang Xiyue was constantly watching the surveillance cameras outside.

Therefore, everyone could hear the situation outside very clearly.

The group of people are back.

Each of them was carrying two large bags.

It was filled with all sorts of food.

They looked at the Fang family defiantly.

However, that provocative expression froze on his face when he saw the curtains were tightly closed.

"Brother Zhang, what do you think this girl in Building 8 does?"

Could her family really have some kind of powerful connections?

Someone asked out of curiosity.

"What kind of background could he have?"

Even the most powerful background is useless in the apocalypse.

In the apocalypse, the strong reign supreme.

We are all starting from the same point.

His family consists of four elderly people, two middle-aged people, and one young woman.

Wouldn't this combination be cannon fodder in a post-apocalyptic world?

However, that little girl was quite pretty.

Brother Zhang then changed the subject.

The owners of Building 5 immediately understood.

"Brother Zhang, let's take over Building 8."

That little girl is yours now.

He was just talking, but he had a lewd expression on his face.