Because Song Xia brought back a lot of people this time, Zhong Xun specially tried to get a building approved for her. In fact, if they hadn't approved it, Song Ziming was planning to go to the area next to the base and set up a new plot of land, since the White Tiger Base only occupied half of H City.

He was very optimistic about the industrial park in the new district. Most of the buildings and infrastructure were new. The base hadn't occupied it before because there were too many zombies, but things were different now.

Min Hui agreed with the suggestion: "We still need to make plans early. Jin Huaimin and the others won't keep backing down like this. As our manpower increases, one building probably won't be enough."

"Then it's decided. Since Song's mother isn't going out lately, we'll get that land ready."

"With Sister Song here, there's no need to build walls like at the base, right?"

"The city wall still needs to be built. Even if there are no zombies, there are still mutated animals. Or what will happen to the people left behind if Sister Song goes on a mission?"

Old Hei slapped his forehead: "I misunderstood."

The newly arrived ability users spoke up enthusiastically: "We have earth, metal, and wood ability users. If we work together to build the wall, it should be very fast."

"What we lack most right now is building materials, and secondly, we are afraid that Jin Huaimin and his group will obstruct us."

Old Luo chuckled: "This is an expansion base for us. Shouldn't they be the ones to provide the materials? What reason do they have to obstruct us?"

Min Hui tapped the table: "I'll handle the materials, and we can bring in people from the base. I think the biggest shortage is food. In the apocalypse, as long as there's food, we won't be afraid of anything else."

“We can also try to establish a planting base. Spring is here, and everything is starting to grow. This is our opportunity. It would be great if we could recruit more agronomists and wood-type ability users.”

"Take it slow. Attract ordinary people to join our ranks. Even if we don't have agronomists, farmers will do. Don't forget that before the apocalypse, we were a major agricultural country. No matter how difficult the conditions, there will always be someone who can overcome the difficulties."

"Then let's split up and take stock of everyone's strengths, not just superpowers."

Seeing Song Xia sitting in the head seat, and everyone full of energy, it's clear how important it is to have a strong leader.

After the meeting, Song Xia and the others finally had time to have a proper meal with the children, and then, as instructed by the system Xiao Ling, they secretly fed Song Zi'an a pill.

"Aunt Song, what is this?"

"It's delicious."

Although he himself thought the taste was just so-so, Song Zi'an still smiled and asked, "Am I the only one who has it?"

"Yes, we have both."

This put Song Zi'an at ease; he couldn't possibly eat alone.

Then Song Xia carried a pile of books to Song Zile's room. Ever since she came back, Song Zile's eyes had never left her unless she was in a meeting.

Is it useful?

Song Zile quickly flipped through it and was immediately captivated by its contents, but still took a moment to nod vigorously at Song Xia: "It's useful."

He paused for a moment, then said emphatically, "I like it."

Song Zile rarely expressed her feelings so directly and clearly. Song Xia smiled and said, "In the future... there will be..."

Xiaoling said that this was basic knowledge, and after Zile learned it, there would be more advanced knowledge, including experimental equipment.

"Thank you, Mama Song."

"You're welcome. Don't forget... to eat and sleep."

Song Xia knew that once this child got lost in his own thoughts, he would easily forget everything else, even eating and sleeping, and only her reminders would be effective.

Song Zile nodded again in agreement: "I won't forget."

"good,"

After giving her instructions, Song Xia went downstairs. Today, Song Ziqi had given the nanny a day off for a family dinner. She didn't want anyone to disturb them, so she cooked the meal herself, while Song Ziming, Song Ziyang, and Song Ziying assisted her.

Song Xia walked in, looked at the sliced ​​pork belly, said "I'll take care of it," and then pulled the others away.

Song Ziqi and the others looked at each other in surprise. Could Song's mother already cook?

They hadn't eaten Song's mother's cooking in a long time, and although they missed it very much, they didn't want Song's mother to work too hard.

"Aunt Song, you go and rest, let us do it."

Song Xia's attitude was very firm: "You all get out."

The children had no choice but to wait outside, each sitting at the table eagerly waiting.

She was a little clumsy at first, but she quickly became skilled and could cook in two pots at the same time. In between cooking, she could even chop some vegetables.

Before long, the aroma of the dishes wafted out, and even Song Ziqing, who was engrossed in watching cartoons, came running over.

Just like before, she stood on tiptoe beside Song Xia's legs, then swallowed hard and asked, "Aunt Song, can I have a fried meatball?"

Song Xia picked one up for her, and Song Ziqing, burning her left hand, transferred it to her right, then threw it into her mouth, while inhaling continuously.

Then Song Xia waved to Song Ziming and the others. The four of them were a little embarrassed. They were all so old, yet they still received the same treatment as Song Ziqing, who was so greedy.

However, past experiences are always nostalgic, and the aroma was indeed overwhelming, so the four of them fought over it, each determined to get the second one.

"hot!"

"tasty!"

"It's so delicious!"

"Where's Zile? Why hasn't she come down yet?"

"I'll go call him."

The group took turns frying meatballs, and soon only half of the bowl Song Xia had fried was left. This was with restraint; if they hadn't, they probably would have finished the whole bowl before the meal.

Perhaps this is what it tastes like when mom is home and what she cooks!

Even long afterward, when the world had changed and they were all shining brightly in their respective fields, they still often reminisced about that day.

Although their biological parents abandoned them, they were fortunate enough to meet the best mother in the world, Song! They received more love than anyone else.

After the fried meatballs were done, the braised pork was almost done. In addition, Song Xia also made a seaweed soup, a pan-fried fish, and a vegetable dish. Although there weren't many dishes, the portions were quite large.

"Delicious!" The children practically wolfed down their food, with only Song Ziqi and Song Zian remaining somewhat calm.

Song Zian sipped his soup, his eyes squinting as he drank. He didn't know how to tell everyone how comfortable his heart felt today! He could breathe without so much difficulty, and he even felt stronger in his arms.

"Zi'an, you actually ate two bowls of rice today!" Song Ziqi exclaimed in surprise. "Is your stomach upset?"

"No."

"You must tell me if you feel unwell." Song Ziqi was both happy and worried. Zi'an had a poor appetite for a long time due to heart disease. Although he was older than Ziqing, he was shorter. She always hoped that he would eat more, but she was also afraid that he would not be able to digest his food and it would put a burden on his body.

"Second sister, I feel great today."

Seeing his rosy complexion and even his pink lips, Song Ziqi finally felt relieved and truly hoped that Zian could stay this way forever.