"This person is useful to keep."

Lu Sheng mumbled something and then picked up a braised chicken leg to shut Han Rui's mouth.

The monsoon was indeed useful, but she couldn't explain the reasons to these people.

Although she and Sun Tiantian were relatively unknown in their previous life, they still managed to obtain a lot of cutting-edge information thanks to Sun Tiantian's love for gossip.

In the third year of the apocalypse, in addition to the proliferation of various bases and forces, many remarkable figures emerged as heroes of the times.

Turbulent times breed heroes, and the Monsoon region is a well-known name in the central region.

Although this person was only a metal-based ability user without large-scale destructive power, he unexpectedly awakened a talent related to weapon forging.

Legend has it that he has a mysterious weapons workshop, where Ji Feng can help forge suitable weapons for any superhuman.

As its reputation grew, Monsoon's weapon orders became increasingly difficult to secure, with some orders requiring a wait of one or two years.

Such a professional talent is just asking for trouble if she falls into the hands of someone else.

While the Weapon Master is still green, why not trick him into coming to our base? Since Monsoon can't harm his own people there, he can just keep him as a virtual pet.

After dinner, Lu Sheng checked the operation of various systems in the base, and then gave Zhuangzhuang, Rocket, the two system assistants, and Spray a bath.

Finally, after arranging a spacious dormitory for all the little animals, I fell into a deep sleep, completely satisfied.

The next morning, Lu Sheng felt something was off as soon as he got up.

Zhuangzhuang usually climbs onto my bed and acts cute early in the morning, but it's already 9:30 and I haven't seen a single cat hair.

She quickly changed her clothes and cautiously opened the bedroom door.

The lights in the villa were all off, and the corridor was pitch black.

Lu Sheng fumbled to turn on the wall lamp. The entire villa was utterly silent; even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

At this time of day, Zhang Xiaojuan would usually be clamoring to play mahjong, but now there's not a soul in the lobby.

She immediately rushed to Sun Tiantian and Xiao Yu's bedroom.

The door wasn't locked. Lu Sheng's heart was in her throat as she quickly pushed the door open.

"Happy birthday, Shengbao!"

Sun Tiantian jumped out holding a ten-inch cream cake and eagerly lit the candles. "Quick, make a wish and blow out the candles!"

Her heart finally settled down; she had almost burst through the door in her panic.

The cream cake is clearly made by a beginner; the cake base is not perfect, and the cream is simply spread on top.

But you can tell it's freshly made; it smells like pure animal cream.

She even wrote "Happy Birthday" in strawberry jam, the handwriting was so smooth and flowing, it was obviously not written by Sun Tiantian.

Sun Tiantian's handwriting is about the same as a first-grade elementary school student's; even if Zhuangzhuang had a pen, he could write better than her.

Is today my birthday?

Lu Sheng was a little uncertain.

She hasn't celebrated her birthday for several years since her parents passed away.

She was afraid of being reminded of painful memories, and also afraid that her birthday would be too lonely, so she had consciously tried to forget this day for the past few years.

Later, Sun Tiantian accidentally saw her ID card and insisted on sending her a small cake every year on this day.

Having survived four difficult years in the apocalypse, she had completely forgotten about it, but she never expected to receive a cake and blessings.

"Happy birthday, Sister Lu. These are ornamental mushrooms that I have carefully cultivated. You can put them by your bedside."

Han Rui brought out a small potted plant from behind her, inside which grew a plump pink mushroom.

It feels great to the touch and is perfect for relieving stress.

"And mine too! I spent several nights making this wool felt pendant."

Sun Tiantian proudly presented a crooked little doll, which was Lu Sheng's favorite cinnamon dog.

“We grown men aren’t good at crafts. It’s your birthday today, so you’re the boss. Just say the word and give Daji whatever you want.” Zhang Xiaojuan casually hooked her arm around Lu Sheng’s shoulder.

Xiao Yu was the quickest to act, already pushing Lu Sheng downstairs, "Let's eat longevity noodles first, Teacher Xu is cooking today, okay?"

Xu Yi... cooking?

Lu Sheng subconsciously recalled the famous scene of Xu Yi killing fish.

He turned a perfectly good live fish into something resembling a forensic autopsy scene, with each piece of meat being exactly the same size, shape, and thickness, as precise as an assembly line operation.

When she was wheeled into the restaurant, a steaming bowl of spicy seafood noodles was already laid out on the table.

The soup base is made with fresh squid and clams, and topped with Korean chili sauce and green pepper rings. The bright red broth smells spicy and appetizing.

A soft-boiled egg was placed on top, making it look especially tempting.

Sure enough, every noodle was exactly the same length and thickness, and she could already imagine how Xu Yi had managed to train these dough balls to be so obedient.

Zhang Xiaojuan looked surprised, "Teacher Xu, you made hand-pulled noodles?"

He thought he could just cook a packet of noodles, but Xu Yi actually went to great lengths to make a bowl of hand-pulled noodles.

“Lu Sheng doesn’t like noodles. Can’t you pay attention to your teammate’s eating habits?” Sun Tiantian complained coquettishly, emphasizing her words with a meaningful tone. “Teacher Xu opened the kitchen app early this morning and made noodles by hand.”

It would be a lie to say I wasn't moved.

After all, apart from his biological mother, no one else had ever made longevity noodles for Lu Sheng.

But all that came to my lips was a thank you.

"Try it and see if it suits your taste. This is my first time cooking." Xu Yi took off her apron and casually turned off the cooking app on her phone.

Before Lu Sheng could even pick up her chopsticks, Rocket had already snatched the soft-boiled egg and darted to a corner to show it off with a smacking sound.

If you're not enthusiastic about eating, there's something wrong with your thinking!

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