Chapter 121: Darkening.

Dissatisfied with the fact that they cooked separately too slowly, Shu Lan later asked Shu Maomao to help build a row of earth stoves on the green belt using earth, fire and petrochemical methods, and also sponsored a rice steamer and a fully charged outdoor power supply.

In a deserted city after the apocalypse, a row of chefs were showing off their skills in the middle of the road with their own tools, as if they were at a cooking competition.

He Sheng used the sharp long knife that he had used to chop off countless zombie heads to cut a bucket of cabbage. Looking back, he saw the smoke rising against the gray and white city background. He felt a sense of absurdity as if he didn't know what day it was.

Patrick came back with a basket of potatoes and murmured, "Captain, do you think she's returning what she stole from us by doing this?"

The wild dog slashed open the rice bag and poured in the melted snow. Hearing this, he looked up and laughed at him: "I can return the food, but what about your betrayed feelings?"

Patrick's face flushed red, and he became angry and embarrassed: "How dare I have feelings for her! She is now..."

His voice gradually lowered, with a mixture of fear and loss: "Commander."

He is the commander of the ninth district of the final exile area. He is so powerful, with both strength and brains. With a wave of his hand, tons of supplies are delivered and tens of thousands of people are supported. He is the hope for everyone's survival underground in the future and may become the largest survivor leader in the country.

It would be so tactless and unreasonable to bring up the matter of the cellar now!

After a while, the owl, having exhausted its energy, came out of the room. The cold wind made its aching head feel much more refreshed. It smelled the aroma of food wafting everywhere and found it incredible.

"It's amazing that she has so many condiments."

After more than eight years of complete suspension of production, condiments such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and sugar have gradually become scarce. It is also impossible to arrange personnel to dig and dry salt, and to open land to grow oil crops and soy products when zombies are still running around and eating people and staple food is almost in short supply.

It was fine when I first arrived in District 15, but as the days went by, the food gradually lost its oil and saltiness, and I felt so tired that I wanted to be bitten to death by zombies to end this tasteless life.

Now when I smell the aroma of normal food, my saliva starts to water unconsciously.

Patrick and Wild Dog, sweating profusely from squeezing through the crowd, rushed back after grabbing the freshly cooked food: "Captain! Owl! Hurry and eat! They're going crazy, like they haven't eaten in 800 years. Hey? That damn monkey has been missing since the beginning. Where did he go?"

The monkey has no brothers in his heart at all, only the goddess he hasn't seen for many days.

As soon as Ji Lan came back, he followed Ji Lan and talked incessantly about how much he missed her after she left.

Ji Lan thought he was noisy and urged him to do something, but he was very efficient and finished the work quickly and came back to work. He also took the initiative to grab some food.

"It's time to eat, my hard-working wife Ji Lan."

Ji Lan's expression instantly turned cold. He picked up a nearby chair, rushed downstairs, stood in front of the looting crowd, and smashed it murderously against the roadside window. The loud noise attracted the attention of the entire street. "Line up! Who told you to rush in and grab it? Didn't you hear the commander say everyone gets a share?"

Some people gave up and stood there stiffly with their bowls in hand, while others were still eager to push forward.

Ji Lan walked over, snatched the bowl that was still stained with soup and rice, and threw it on the ground, saying sternly, "There are so many sick people waiting in the room, and you've already eaten and still come here? If you were in District 9, doing something like this would be a dead end!"

The man whose job was thrown away angrily pushed her away and said, "It's none of your business. Stop trying to bully others!"

Shu Lan, who was playing in the snow with her son on the rooftop, heard the noise downstairs and stood on tiptoe just in time to see this scene. She bent down, rolled a big snowball and threw it into the crowd, startling everyone and causing them to scream.

I noticed Shu Lan's unique pink cotton coat and white knitted hat, as well as a black figure sitting on the edge of the rooftop, swinging her legs. The noisy crowd fell silent.

Shu Lan stretched out her hand, and Shu Maomao put the loudspeaker in her hand.

The downside of a low volume is that no one can hear you without a loudspeaker.

"Lanlan."

Ji Lan heard her call and raised his head. A black pistol fell from the sky and landed accurately at her feet.

Shu Lan rested her elbows on the rooftop railing, supporting her chin. The gentle and beautiful woman had a soft voice, but the words she said were chilling, like a devil instigating people to do evil.

"Take it, shoot first, and then repeat what you just said."

Ji Lan did as she was told, picked up the gun, her eyes cold, and pointed it grimly at the man in front of her. The man's face turned pale with fear, and he knelt down with his hands raised above his head: "I don't dare to do it anymore, please, don't kill me."

Ji Lan lowered the muzzle of the gun, with struggle in his eyes, but finally he became determined and hit the man in the abdomen.

It's not fatal and can be cured, but it's deterrent enough.

In the silence that followed the screams, Ji Lan finally heard her own voice become clear: "Those who haven't eaten yet, line up. After you're done, get out of the way. Don't take other people's portions."

The people who were scrambling for food, including the cook, were frightened by the shot and their faces turned pale. The people in the back only heard the gunshots and screams, but did not see the scene. They whispered to each other to pass on the news.

"Who was killed again?"

"That's right, I heard that if you've eaten it, you can't get a second helping or you'll be shot."

"Then don't eat, let's go."

Half of the people huddled together and escaped through the gaps in the crowd, and the congested streets gradually became orderly.

The monkey was standing behind, watching the person who had fainted from pain on the ground being dragged away, leaving a conspicuous and bright pool of blood on the ground. In the end, he became afraid and did not dare to get close to him again.

It's so terrible. His cold-faced and soft-hearted wife Ji Lan went into a den of thieves and came back to become a vicious woman as cruel as Qin Xiaoshuang.

Shu Lan turned around and asked Shu Maomao, "How many people are there?"

"Forty-two thousand three hundred and sixty-two."

Shu Lan glanced at the crowded line of people on the street and said, "It'll take a while. Let's go to the space to eat. Mommy will make you candied sweet potatoes."

Shu Maomao put his arm around her wrist, and the mother and son returned from the icy and snowy environment to a constant temperature environment. Shu Lan suddenly warmed up, quickly untied her scarf, took off her heavy coat, and walked into the kitchen humming a song.

Candied sweet potato, mushroom chicken and braised fish.

Shu Lan was busy in the kitchen. Shu Maomao found a book called "Mysteries of the Universe" from the bookshelf and sat on the sofa, swinging his legs to read. Baidan floated to his side, and his facial features turned into constantly jumping numbers, reporting the changes in the number of people sheltered to him in real time.

Shu Maomao didn't care about this and lowered his head to read the book attentively.

Planets, stars, galaxies, nebulae...

What a nice, sweet aroma!

Shu Maomao stretched his neck, turned his head to look towards the kitchen, and finally jumped off the sofa. He took the book to find Shu Lan. On the surface, he was chatting with her, but in fact, he was waiting for the moment when his beloved candied sweet potatoes came out of the pot.

"Look, Mommy, there are only a few blue stars in the Milky Way. You can't even find them. They're like dust."

Shu Lan was amused by his rare childish talk and smiled, "Yes, we are all tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny people on the dust. Other dust particles can hit us to death if they come over."

After she finished speaking, an inspiration flashed through her mind like a meteor. She suddenly turned to look at Baidan, who had come over to report the number. "Big Mouth, you should know where the meteorites from the Eternal Night phase came from, right?"

The system changed to an expression: "The system cannot answer your question."

Shu Lan said, "Don't struggle. I've already seen through your details. Any questions you can't answer are tantamount to admitting it. The virus, the system, the superpowers, the meteorite all appeared together. You were all in this together from the beginning."

System: "Congratulations, host. You are only 5,000 away from the mission goal of 50,000 people. Unlocking the next level of rewards is just around the corner."

Haha, let’s change the subject.

Shu Lan was just asking casually. She didn't really care where the meteorite came from. What good would it do to know? It wouldn't change the established facts, and it was just a waste of words.

She turned off the fire and called out, "Baby, wash your hands and get a plate."

Shu Maomao closed the book and tossed it behind her. After washing her hands, she took a clean plate from the cupboard and placed it next to her. Shu Lan shoveled the golden stringy sweet potato into the bowl and said, "Okay, take it outside and eat it. Be careful of the heat."