Chapter 82 Building a Wall for a Heartwarming Breakfast

Holding the steaming bowls of noodle soup, everyone felt it was unreal. This little river base was too kind; they were given food as soon as they arrived.

Moreover, the noodle soup wasn't thin at all. At first, everyone rushed over with their bowls in hand, afraid that if they were late, there wouldn't be any left.

The uncle serving the food frowned, tapped the side of the bucket with his spoon, and said sternly, "Line up, did you hear me? Hurry up and line up."

There are hundreds of people here. If we crowd together like this, something bad will definitely happen. So we don't serve food if you don't queue up.

Seeing this, everyone obediently went to the back to line up. They were also hungry and anxious, but they wouldn't get their food if they didn't line up, so they might as well hurry up and line up so they could eat sooner.

The queue was crooked and disorganized, but the uncles and aunties serving the food didn't say anything. Their hands moved quickly and steadily, filling each person's bowl to the brim.

Someone brought a basin, and the old lady said, "You can get more after you finish eating, but you have to eat what you get. You all know how precious food is these days, so you can't waste it!"

The person carrying the basin quickly explained, "This is enough for our family of four. We don't have any bowls, so this is the only basin we have."

Upon seeing this, the old woman's stern face softened, and she poured a large basin of water for the other person.

The people in line behind them looked anxiously ahead, afraid that it would be their turn before it was all gone. When it was their turn, they saw that there weren't many left in the bucket, and they couldn't help but feel lucky.

After he finished eating, someone else brought over two buckets of rice. Everyone was relieved to see that there was plenty to eat.

Moreover, the Xiaohe base is really authentic. The noodle soup is not thin at all, but thick. One sip warms up your stomach and makes you feel relaxed.

Everyone held their bowls, slurping their rice with happy smiles on their faces. After finishing, they went to get another bowl. Some people were worried that they wouldn't get another bowl and hurriedly finished eating, only to find that they were wrong. When they went, they were given another bowl.

When I was eating my second bowl, I slowed down. The uncle and auntie serving food in the distance were shouting loudly, "There's more! Anyone else want some?"

Someone said, "I want it, I want it."

The uncle came over carrying a nearly empty bucket, poured the remaining food into the other person's bowl, and said, "Have you finished it?"

When the man saw so much food, his face fell instantly. He was actually full, but seeing that there was still food, he wanted it, but he couldn't afford to waste it, so he had to finish it all.

Of course, after enduring such a long period of hunger, he certainly wouldn't want to waste it.

Finally, we shared it with the others before we could finish eating.

Touching my already full stomach, I still feel dazed. Just yesterday I was worrying about the future, and today I'm eating hot noodle soup.

It really feels like a dream.

"We have to work hard tomorrow. They're feeding us, so we have to do our job well."

"Oh right, I didn't hear you clearly, what's it about tomorrow?"

"Build a wall? Come to think of it, we should build it ourselves and do it ourselves. We can live peacefully inside with a wall around us."

"By the way, it seems that those with superpowers don't build walls; they need to go for training."

"train?"

"Yeah, who cares, as long as they get food."

Cheng Zhiyu was thinking that no matter what, people with superpowers should be trained. Precisely because their numbers are small, it is necessary to improve everyone's abilities.

Moreover, although the superhumans in the team weren't particularly strong, their character was impeccable. They never abandoned these ordinary people and protected them in the remote mountains, which is enough to show that they were good people.

Superpowers can be improved through training, but most people with superpowers nowadays develop them naturally, and very few people are specially trained.

Cheng Zhiyu thought to himself that he needed to nurture him properly.

This matter was left to Tian Qiao and Tian Manman. Cheng Mo would occasionally teach them, but Cheng Mo's training intensity was a bit too high, and they were afraid that everyone would not be able to handle it, so it couldn't be too frequent.

Not only the new superhumans, but also the original superhumans of the Little River Base have to go with them.

Here, Liu Ping'an and his family arrived at Cheng Zhiyu's door. As soon as Cheng's parents heard the news, they quickly put down what they were doing and came back.

When Cheng's mother saw her brother's family, tears immediately streamed down her face: "Ping An, you've suffered so much, how... how did you get so thin?"

Liu Ping'an and his wife also cried, calling out "Sister!"

"It's good that everyone's alright, it's good that everyone's alright." Mrs. Cheng wiped away her tears and told Mr. Cheng to open the door: "Take Ping'an and the others and wash up properly. I'll go cook and make something for you to eat!"

Mr. Cheng reminded them, "It's not good for Ping An and the others to eat too much oily food all at once. Make something light and easy to digest."

Only then did Cheng's mother realize this, and she quickly nodded.

Liu Ping'an and the others were filthy and definitely needed to wash up.

I took a shower and changed the water several times, especially the first time, which was already black. It took several washes to get it clean.

After they finished washing, a wonderful fragrance filled the air.

Cheng Zhiyu and the others have returned and are inviting people to dinner.

After taking a sip of hot soup, Liu Ping'an and his family felt completely relaxed.

The Han siblings were discussing what they should do.

Cheng Zhiyu said, "You've just arrived, there's no rush."

Han Tingting said, "We can't just do nothing. We've rested enough along the way. I'll feel at ease if you let me do something."

Han Ping nodded as well.

Cheng Zhiyu thought about it and agreed, so he said, "Tingting, you go to the breeding farm. As for Han Ping, he can train with you. If there are any missions, he can go out and do them."

Cheng Zhiyu: "I have some spare rooms in my house. You can stay here for now. We'll talk about it later once you're settled in."

Han Tingting didn't refuse again. They had just arrived and had nothing, so naturally they had nowhere to stay.

After finishing his meal, Cheng Zhiyu put the solar panels and power generation equipment into the base's warehouse. He would start arranging for people to install them tomorrow.

They then went to Chi Hongyi's research institute and gave them the experimental equipment they had found.

Cheng Zhiyu pulled them all out at once: "Look, here are the ones that are useful."

Chi Hongyi was dazzled by the sights and joked with a smile, "I think you've emptied the entire research institute! Oh, this is great, just what we need! And this, I remember a set of equipment costs tens of millions!"

Chu Mingda and Feng Wentao looked around excitedly. They had previously thought that the Xiaohe Base was great in every way except for the lack of experimental equipment, but now it had everything!

They were overjoyed, as if they had fallen into a rice granary: "Great! The experiment can be pushed forward by a lot!"

"Great, great! Let's try this right away."

As expected of research fanatics, they were all so engrossed in their conversation that they forgot all about Cheng Zhiyu and the others, turning around to busy themselves with experiments, probably completely forgetting about Cheng Zhiyu and Cheng Mo.

Cheng Zhiyu thought it was a good thing. We need researchers who are focused on their work; they are carrying the hopes for the future of humanity.

Once a vaccine is developed, the zombie situation should be brought under control very quickly.

I just hope this disaster will end soon.

Cheng Zhiyu said to Cheng Mo, "Let's go, let's not disturb them."

Cheng Mo coughed lightly and asked, "Do you want to have a late-night snack tonight?"

Cheng Zhiyu: "Huh?" Why are you asking this all of a sudden? Didn't we just eat?

Little did Cheng Mo know, Cheng Mo was still thinking about Cheng Zhiyu praising Han Ping's cooking.

Cheng Mo: "Let's have a late-night snack tonight."

Cheng Zhiyu looked at him and said, "Are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I'll make it for you."

He thought Cheng Mo was hungry.

Cheng Mo shook his head: "I'm not hungry. If you don't eat midnight snacks, then let's have breakfast tomorrow."

Cheng Zhiyu didn't understand what he meant. Why did he have to be so fixated on whether he was hungry or not?

But when asked, Cheng Mo was unwilling to say more.

Cheng Zhiyu: Okay.

That night, Cheng Zhiyu went to bed early. He was quite tired after traveling for so long, but he figured he wouldn't have to go out again once he gradually took over the management of the base.

Hmm... Even if we go out, we'll need someone who can temporarily manage the base.

Cheng Zhiyu was thinking in a daze, feeling as if he was hallucinating, because he could hear the sound of turning pages next to him.

Cheng Zhiyu: Huh? You must have misheard. Why would Cheng Mo be flipping through a book in the middle of the night? Hmm, you must have misheard.

Then she fell asleep, unaware that Cheng Mo, who was beside her, took out a comic book that he had been hiding, hesitated for a moment, and slowly started to read it.

I was out and about before, so it wasn't very convenient, and I only glanced at it casually. But even that casual glance felt like I was seeing a whole new world.

On the way, Zhou Min sneaked over and asked him for a comic book. Cheng Mo said, "I haven't read it yet."

Zhou Min muttered, "Why are you reading so slowly? I only brought this one book with me this time, and I was planning to read it to pass the time. Oh well, it's not convenient to share a room with Han Ping these next two days. Brother Hei, you have to give it to me as soon as you get back."

For the sake of the comic book, Cheng Mo was quite nice and didn't find him annoying, saying, "I know."

At this moment, Cheng Mo secretly flipped through a comic book. Because Cheng Zhiyu was sleeping, and she didn't want to disturb him, the room lights weren't on. Only a little moonlight shone through the window, making the room quite dark overall.

Fortunately, Cheng Mo is a winged race member with excellent night vision, so he wasn't affected much.

"The two main characters in this comic book are really promiscuous; they're hugging each other after only meeting for the second time," Cheng Mo commented coldly.

Tsk, even kissing... He knows how to do that.

Cheng Mo was reading with a learning attitude, and when he found that he knew the material, he would just skip over it.

He took off his clothes... It was an eyesore. Cheng Mo frowned, imagined Cheng Zhiyu for a moment, and instantly felt a little better, then continued watching.

Then, he saw a scene that opened up a new world for him. The two people in the comic automatically replaced Cheng Zhiyu and his face in his mind, and Cheng Mo's face turned red.

So that's how it is; he felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.

Not wanting to miss anything, he flipped through the book again. Then, his face grew redder and redder until the entanglement between the two characters in the comic ended. Finally, Cheng Mo snapped the book shut.

He pursed his lips and tossed and turned in bed.

Cheng Zhiyu was half asleep when he felt someone making pancakes next to him. He mumbled, "What's wrong?...Can't you sleep?"

Cheng Mo silently moved closer to him: "...Mm."

Cheng Zhiyu remained silent for a long time, seemingly having fallen asleep again.

Cheng Mo glanced at him, and couldn't help but reach out and grab Cheng Zhiyu's hand.

Cheng Zhiyu: "?" What are you going to do?

He could feel Cheng Mo grabbing his hand, but he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Then, sensing something, Cheng Zhiyu: "..."

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Cheng Mo: "You..."

Then, he couldn't speak. His wheat-colored skin was slightly red, and when he looked over, he pitifully revealed a pair of black ears.

Its tail even wrapped around its back; heaven knows how canines' tails are so flexible!

In short, Cheng Zhiyu was already in a daze, and now he was completely captivated, and before he knew it, they were kissing.

He touched all over the chest and abdominal muscles with his hands.

Cheng Zhiyu: Happiness.

Afterwards, Cheng Mo thoughtfully wiped his hands clean and helped him with his business as well.

Cheng Zhiyu yawned: "Go to sleep."

Cheng Mo glanced at it and decided to skip it for today and postpone it to another day, since Zhi Yu was too sleepy.

The next day, Cheng Mo got up before dawn. Usually, he would only get up after Cheng Zhiyu got up, but this time he got up secretly, carefully washed up, and went out.

Once downstairs, I went straight to the kitchen.

It should only be a little past four o'clock now, and Cheng's parents, who always get up very early, are still not up.

The solar panels were only brought back yesterday, so the power supply won't be available immediately, leaving the kitchen dark. But for Cheng Mo, it doesn't have much of an impact.

He recalled Cheng Zhiyu's usual cooking steps and decided to replicate them one by one.

Zhiyu even praised Hanping for his cooking, and he wanted to cook delicious food too so that Zhiyu would praise him.

Cheng Mo was full of confidence, but... why did the dough become soggy? Why did it turn out so messy?

Cheng Mo frowned. He couldn't possibly succeed so quickly this first time cooking...

When Cheng's mother woke up yawning, she was about to cook with Tian's mother when she heard a noise coming from the kitchen.

The two mothers immediately became alert. Could something have gotten into the kitchen? The noise was quite loud.

They didn't dare to go in and look rashly, so Tian's mother said, "I'll go and wake my son up."

Cheng's mother nodded and said, "I'll stay here and keep watch."

If it really is zombies, then the base needs to strengthen its defenses.

A short while later, Tian's mother brought over a dazed Tian Qiao and patted her son, saying, "Wake up! Hurry up, there seems to be something in the kitchen. I suspect it's a zombie."

Tian Qiao immediately snapped out of her daze: "How is that possible?"

The zombie sneaked in, but instead of biting people, it slipped into the kitchen?

Tian Qiao thought it might not be a zombie, maybe it was some kind of small animal?

He told his two mothers to stay outside and went in to check on things. When he went in, he saw Cheng Mo standing by the stove with a serious expression, as if he had encountered some kind of century-old problem.

Tian Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt something was off: "Brother Hei, is that you?"

Why can't it be me? Cheng Mo frowned: "Can you cook?"

Tian Qiao: "...?"

He pointed to himself, making sure he hadn't misheard: "I don't know how to cook. I'm usually just an assistant."

Cheng Mo said coldly, "Oh, then you can leave."

it can not be helped.

Tian Qiao: "..."

He sighed and left the kitchen, deciding to go back and catch up on some sleep. What was he doing in the kitchen so early in the morning?

When Tian Qiao came out, Tian's mother breathed a sigh of relief and quickly asked, "How was it? What was inside?"

Tian Qiao yawned: "I wonder what Blackie is fiddling with in the kitchen. Mom, don't make such a fuss about it anymore. How come there are zombies in the base?"

Then, he was slapped on the head. Tian's mother said, "I was startled by the noise. Should I have called you?"

Tian Qiao: "..." He didn't say anything wrong, did he?

Frustrated, I covered my head and went back to sleep.

The two mothers entered the kitchen and, sure enough, saw Cheng Mo standing by the stove, deep in thought. When he saw them come in, he called her "Auntie."

Cheng's mother came over and said, "What are you doing in the kitchen so early in the morning? Are you hungry?"

Cheng Mo said he wasn't hungry.

"Why are you in the kitchen if you're not hungry?" Cheng's mother asked, puzzled, before seeing Cheng Mo's failed attempt.

Cheng's mother: "? You're here to cook?"

Cheng Mo nodded.

Cheng's mother, who had watched many idol dramas, guessed, "You're making it for Zhiyu?"

Cheng Mo seemed a little embarrassed, pursing his lips: "I don't know why, I keep failing."

Cheng's mother smiled and asked, "You've never cooked before, have you?"

Cheng Mo nodded: "I've seen Zhiyu do it."

I didn't realize how difficult it was when I was watching it, but I found it very difficult when I tried it myself. It's hard to control the heat and the amount of food.

“It’s normal to fail the first time,” Cheng’s mother said, pulling Tian’s mother along as they offered to teach him how to cook.

Cheng Mo wasn't joking; he genuinely wanted to learn and was studying very diligently.

However, since he had never cooked before, Cheng's mother said she would teach him something simple.

The kitchen was bustling with activity. Upstairs, Cheng Zhiyu stretched and instinctively rolled to the side, but he couldn't reach anyone. He opened his eyes and found that the beds next to his were empty.

I reached out and touched it; it was cold. Cheng Mo must have been up for a while.

Cheng Zhiyu got up, went to the bathroom to check, but no one was there. He muttered, "Strange, where did everyone go?"

He quickly washed up and went downstairs, only to find Cheng Mo coming out of the kitchen, wearing a pink floral apron.

Cheng Zhiyu couldn't help but laugh. Who would understand? Cheng Mo is so tall and big, wearing such an apron. Haha, it's kind of funny.

Cheng Mo walked over, pinched his cheek, and asked with displeasure, "What are you laughing at?"

Cheng Zhiyu slapped his hand away: "I wasn't laughing at you."

"If you're not laughing at me, who else would you be laughing at?" Cheng Mo didn't believe him and asked, "Then who are you laughing at?"

Cheng Zhiyu changed the subject: "Why are you in the kitchen, and wearing an apron? What are you doing?"

Cheng Mo coughed lightly and said, "It's time to eat. Come to the kitchen and get the food."

Everyone else got up too. There were many people in the family today, so we set up two tables.

Liu Ping'an's family and four elders sat at one table, while the younger generation sat at another.

Cheng Mo ladled out a bowl of rice, placed it in front of Cheng Zhiyu, and stared at him: "Hurry up and try it."

Cheng Zhiyu: "?"

He took a sip.

Cheng Mo: "How is it? Is it delicious?"

It tastes like ordinary porridge. Cheng Zhiyu drinks it every day and doesn't think it's delicious or bad, but he still says, "It's delicious."

Cheng Mo's lips curled up, and he handed another steamed bun to Cheng Zhiyu: "Try it."

Cheng Zhiyu: "..."

There were so many thin-skinned, generously filled buns in the basket, but they gave him this ugly one, with a skin that looked really thick...

He took a bite, and it was good. Before he even got any vegetables, it was just like a steamed bun. Cheng Zhiyu quickly ate a bite of vegetables.

Cheng Mo asked with starry eyes, "Is it delicious?"

Cheng Zhiyu lied through his teeth: "It's delicious."

Cheng Mo was in a great mood, and then said to Cheng Zhiyu, "I cooked the porridge, and I made these buns."

Sure enough, Cheng Zhiyu already had a guess in his heart. He felt a little when drinking porridge, but the feeling became a lot when eating steamed buns.

The main reason is that even if his mother and Tian's mother had an off day, they couldn't possibly make buns like this. Plus, when he went downstairs, he saw Cheng Mo wearing an apron, which led him to make a guess.

Cheng Zhiyu was both touched and amused, but he had to pretend to be extremely surprised: "You made this?"

Cheng Zhiyu was overjoyed: "Hmm, I don't think cooking is that difficult."

It was as if he had failed, and the person lost in thought in the kitchen wasn't him at all.

Cheng Zhiyu gave a thumbs up: "You're really amazing. You did such a good job on your first try. You're very talented."

Cheng Mo's lips curled up into a wide smile as he said, "It's alright, I'll just do it casually."

Actually, Cheng's mother guided him through the whole process of making the porridge, while Tian's mother taught him how to make the steamed bun several times before he could make one that looked like a steamed bun.

But at this moment, Cheng Mo acted as if he could do it effortlessly from the start.

Tian Qiao's eyes darted around as she tried to win Cheng Mo's favor with Cheng Zhiyu: "Chengzi, I saw Brother Hei tinkering in the kitchen around 4 a.m. He was working so hard."

Cheng Mo, who wanted to establish himself as someone with a talent for cooking: "...Why are you talking so much?"

Tian Qiao touched his nose. Had he said something wrong? He said Cheng Mo got up at four o'clock, wouldn't Cheng Zi be so touched?

Seeing that Cheng Mo was not very happy, Cheng Zhiyu suppressed a laugh and said, "It's already very impressive for your first time cooking."

As he spoke, he picked up some food and ate it with the steamed buns.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Mo became happy again, and then casually glanced at Han Ping.

Han Ping, who was seriously eating a steamed bun: "?"

Han Tingting: Tsk tsk, I'm already full from all this dog food every day.

Zhou Min ate her steamed bun while wearing a maternal smile.

Tian Manman buried herself in eating and had already finished five steamed buns.

"You only booked this one?" Cheng Zhiyu asked hopefully.

Honestly, he really wanted to eat a big steamed bun with a thin skin and lots of filling. These steamed buns were really... but he didn't want to upset Dahei, since he had gotten up at four in the morning.

"No, there's one more..." Cheng Mo quickly took the last bun from the basket and handed it to Cheng Zhiyu: "Eat it quickly."

It was almost taken away.

Tian Manman, who was debating whether or not to eat this bun: Great!

The steamed bun didn't look appetizing at all, but he didn't want to throw it away and take it back, so he was really torn. Luckily, Cheng Mo took the bun away.

Tian Manman happily took the basket and went to the kitchen to get more steamed buns.

Cheng Zhiyu took it: "..."

Thankfully, this is the only one left.

He was eating steamed buns and vegetables, and he felt a little choked up.

Cheng Mo said gently, "Eat slowly."

Cheng Zhiyu: "..." Sigh.

Cheng Mo: "If you like it, I'll make it for you again tomorrow."

Cheng Zhiyu couldn't help but exclaim, "Please don't!"

Cheng Mo: "?"

Cheng Zhiyu coughed lightly, trying to justify himself: "You get up so early every day, how can you stand it? You need to rest more."

Cheng Mo: "It's okay, no need to say it so early." Just follow the two mothers' lead and get up around the same time as them.

“But it’s very early too.” Cheng Zhiyu was afraid that he would really have to do it every day, so he racked his brains and said, “If you get up so early every day just to cook for me, I will feel sorry for you.”

Ugh, that's so cheesy.

Cheng Momei was shocked: "It's okay, I'm not too tired."

Cheng Zhiyu coughed lightly: "But it hurts my heart." Practice makes perfect.

Cheng Mo's lips curled up wildly, but he finally changed his mind: "Then I'll do it occasionally."

Cheng Zhiyu: That's great!