Chapter 64: Cocky kid.

Huo Yu pressed on: "What else did she say?"

Have you ever disliked that he was dirty? Have you ever said that he was troublesome?

Du Shaohui diligently washed him. "Nothing much. I saw the commander gave Sister Wang a bunch of vegetables and rice. We don't have to eat those lousy biscuits today. I'm so happy."

After finally cleaning it, Huo Yu fell into deep self-denial again when he found that he didn't even have the courage to straighten his back and put on his clothes.

Every time he straightened his back, the fear of pain would force him to crawl to the ground again. His slave nature had penetrated deep into his bones and was difficult to get rid of. No one could save him.

Du Shaohui failed several times and was very troubled: "Wait a minute, I'll go ask the commander."

"Don't!"

Still no one called out to him, and the young man, who had just reached adulthood, jumped up and ran away like a rabbit. Huo Yu was almost in despair.

He really didn't want her to hear these embarrassing things about him again and again.

After a while, Du Shaohui came back with three men who rolled up their sleeves and were ready to fight.

"The commander said to hold you up and force you through. Brothers, move on!"

"Brother, I'm not going to peel off your skin just because you put on some clothes. Why are you shaking so hard with your eyes closed?"

"Oh, he's quite handsome."

"Fuck, don't say that when someone is naked. It's easy for people to think the wrong thing."

"I just said it casually, I swear!"

…

Shu Lan stood at the edge of an open space far away from the crowd, holding her nose as she watched one green plant after another, emitting the stench of corpses, rise from the ground in front of Shu Maomao, quickly growing to more than two meters tall.

After about 500 meters, Shu Lan called a halt: "Baby, Mommy can't take it anymore, let's take a break."

Only when the mother and son ran to the other end could they breathe freely.

"Is this smelly plant a new superpower?"

Shu Maomao pulled out a soft leather sofa from the space and pulled her to sit down: "Half of it is new, and half is original. I put them together and use them like mixing concrete."

Shu Lan exclaimed: "Wow, my son is so smart, he can draw inferences from one example."

Shu Maomao raised his eyebrows in pleasure: "Routine operation."

Shu Lan laughed and said, "Who do you learn this from? You're just a cocky kid."

"Ji Xin."

Shu Maomao yawned, opened his mouth like a little lion, and his eyes began to become hazy. This was a sign that his energy was exhausted after using his supernatural powers too much.

Shu Lan looked at her watch. Although a lot had happened today, it was actually only three o'clock in the afternoon. The temperature was just right in early summer, the sun was blocked by clouds, and the breeze gently brushed her face. It was a perfect day for a nap.

"You take a nap, I'll wake you up later."

Shu Maomao nodded, lay down, and arched his back, resting his head on her thighs.

Shu Lan teased him deliberately: "Can't you get another pillow?"

"No, I want to be next to you."

"Hmph, damn Shu Maomao."

Shu Lan combed his soft hair with her fingers, humming a melodious tune whose lyrics she couldn't remember. The slight noise in the background also became part of the quiet time at this moment.

Shu Maomao's eyelids gradually drooped, and the rise and fall of his body gradually became even.

The singing stopped, and Shu Lan's eyes reflected the boundless blue sky and slowly moving clouds as she thought quietly.

People are simply unable to use their limited knowledge to explain the principles of all things in the world, such as where the end of the universe is, why dust exists, and where life will go.

Shu Lan couldn't think of the reason why Lin Yi was reborn, so she didn't think about it at all. Instead, she accepted the existence of rebirth and integrated it into her thinking as common sense.

Perhaps after Lin Yi dies, he will go to another timeline, have another system, and experience another virus outbreak.

Since time can be reversed and space can be created, if these abilities are mixed together and used without limit, not only rebirth but perhaps all things beyond cognition may happen.

Shu Lan collected her wild thoughts, looked down at Shu Maomao, who was sleeping on her legs with his hands raised in a surrender posture, and silently curled the corners of her mouth.

After hearing so much flattery, she actually regarded her five-year-old son as a god. How could he have such enormous power?

After five o'clock, the color of the sky gradually changed. Someone found Shu Lan and said, "Commander, dinner is ready."

"Yeah, I'll be right there."

Shu Lan pinched the bulging flesh on her son's face and said, "Sleep next time. It's time to eat."

Shu Maomao opened his eyes, turned over, and knelt on the sofa. He looked at the dilapidated city in the distance with gloomy eyes and a depressed look.

So annoying, I want to blow something up...

"Maomao, give me a hand. My legs are numb from you."

Shu Maomao's eyelids drooped, and he pulled himself out of the mood of destroying the world. He took the hand extended by Shu Lan and used his healing ability to cure the numbness in her legs.

"Okay, let's go eat."

The preparation for the meal for more than 2,000 people started in the afternoon. In front of the row of large pots emitting the aroma, people were already lined up, eagerly waiting for Shu Lan to appear, drooling with anticipation.

The commander's reputation was so well-known that no one dared to start eating before she gave the order.

Shu Lan walked through the long line and came to Sister Wang. She took a look at the dishes and nodded with satisfaction.

"Commander, your table is over there."

It is called a dining table, but it is actually just a simple folding wooden table and two small stools.

Shu Maomao produced a large iron basin in his hands, raised his hands high, and asked Sister Wang to fill it with cabbage stewed with vermicelli, and put it on the wooden table. He then ran back and raised the second iron basin that appeared out of thin air, filled it with three fresh vegetables made of eggplant, beans and potatoes, and added a bowl of rice. The three iron basins filled the entire small table.

Shu Lan took the chopsticks from Shu Maomao and said, "Let's eat."

Sister Wang nodded: "Come on, come on, move forward one by one, one spoonful of rice and half a spoonful of vegetables, and move faster."

The long queue moved forward in an orderly manner and became smaller. Soon the sound of people wolfing down their food could be heard in the square. It was a simple home-cooked meal, but some people started crying while eating.

"What, choked?"

"Wow, I miss home so much..."

Su Zhen looked at the mother and son sitting cozily opposite each other at the table, and the food in her hands, and asked with a complicated expression: "Does Qin Xiaoshuang always eat the same thing as everyone else?"

Lin Yi asked the chef to cook for him alone every day. Not only him, but also her, Shi Yushan, Ji Xuan, Bai Wenrui, and any captain of the superpower team could have a table alone.

Zhong Mei's face was basically buried in her rice bowl and she never looked up: "Yeah, whatever she eats, we eat."

When killing people, she seems to be intolerant of any grain of sand in her eyes, and when she is getting better, she is really good. She uses the shortest time to firmly nail the eight words "those who obey her will prosper, and those who go against her will perish" into people's hearts.

After dinner, Shu Lan called Zhong Mei over and gave her some instructions. Then she took Shu Maomao away from the crowd and continued to do the follow-up work of defending against zombies.

Zhong Mei picked up the speaker and announced, "Everyone, now that you've eaten, don't just sit there waiting for bed. Let's discuss how we should build our underground base, where to start, what resources we'll need, and what it will look like. If you need any, come ask me for paper and pen. There's a reward for anyone who writes the best plan. Even if it's not the best plan, there's still a reward for anyone who can offer useful suggestions."

The vague rewards she mentioned were obviously not attractive enough. Most people just looked up at her and didn't move anymore.

They are not professional architects and don't know how to build an underground base. Let those who are creative thinkers figure it out.