In fact, the zombie version of Long Qian does listen to Qian Yuan.

He crawled over on his hands and feet, rummaged around until he found the medicine box, and then carried it back in his mouth.

Just like a dog fetching balls for its owner.

"Oh dear...you should walk with your feet, not your hands..."

The little guy was getting anxious because he thought his dad was even dumber than the other kids in kindergarten.

But the father looked at the cub with eager eyes, as if waiting for the cub's praise.

Dad is now a loyal dog.

So the cub pursed its lips, but still reached out to touch its father's head.

Long Qian was overjoyed, and his chest even emitted a low hum. He kept rubbing against the cub's hand, wanting the cub to touch him more and touch him harder.

For some reason, even though he hadn't eaten or hunted, he felt light and comfortable when the cub stroked his head.

This is Long Qian's instinct to love his cubs.

Long Qian tossed the medicine box in front of the cub, watching expectantly as the cub made its next move.

But the child is only a little over two years old, and it's already quite good that he remembers to use the first-aid kit.

So the cub continued to direct his father to open the medicine box and bandage his wounds.

Long Qian ran into trouble when he opened the medicine box. Instead of unlocking it, he physically opened the box, took out alcohol swabs, and began to clean the cub's wounds as instructed. However, upon seeing the cub's pained expression, he put the swabs away.

Long Qian lowered his head and grasped the cub's tiny, white feet, wanting to bury his head in it.

Despite the cub's tears, Long Qian's scheme still succeeded.

The boy didn't want to struggle anymore. He asked his father to bandage his wounds, but Long Qian wrapped both of his feet up, turning the boy into a little mermaid.

Because Long Qian didn't know that bandages could be cut, he wrapped the entire roll of bandages around his neck.

The little boy lifted his short, round toes, like the pointed tip of a rice dumpling: ...

I must say, this little mermaid, though plump, is also quite cute.

The child wasn't angry; he just opened his arms and said, "Then I can't walk now, Daddy, hold me."

So Long Qian picked up the baby like that, and at first glance, it looked like Long Qian was holding a silkworm.

However, after the cub moved around and rubbed off the bandage, he gave up on bandaging it.

The cub crawled back into Long Qian's arms, and while Long Qian was at a loss, the cub pulled Long Qian's other hand over and placed it on its stomach:

I'm hungry...

Long Qian instinctively wanted to go out and hunt for the cubs.

The cub sensed something was wrong, but there was nothing it could do to stop Long Qian. It could only watch as he went out and brought back some raw, bloody meat.

Fresh, killed on the spot.

cub: ...

The little one tugged at his father's hand, whining and pleading, "I don't want this, I want McDonald's!"

It's McDonald's.

But where was Long Qian going to find Mai Mai for him? Seeing that the child was about to cry, Long Qian had no choice but to go out again and find a new prey that would satisfy the child.

A human whose surname is Mai.

cub: ...

The cub, its eyes blurry with tears, said to Long Qian, "Little one, don't eat people..."

The toddler showed his dad a McDonald's flyer.

But now it's the apocalypse, and people are still working at McDonald's?

Long Qian could only carry the cub into the kitchen and fiddle with it, doing whatever the cub told him to do.

After processing for half a day, only a few raw materials were produced.

But the cubs seemed satisfied as well.

He knew it was made by his father, so he didn't complain.

The cub sucked on the tomato with its baby teeth. Fortunately, Long Qian had enough supplies, and there were still many in his space, so the cub wouldn't go hungry. However, the cub's diet was clearly going to be much worse.

Long Qian doesn't even know how to mix milk.

The cub didn't continue to make things difficult for Long Qian. It built a stool and stood on tiptoe on the table to mix the milk.

The cubs were starving, and they didn't care whether the formula was too strong or too weak; they just picked them up and gave them a big gulp.

He felt like a parent now, the parent of both Longqian and Qianyuan.

From now on, he will have to support this family!

The child should act like a parent.

The cub drank its milk while thinking firmly, and when Long Qian came closer, the cub moved aside.

It turned out that Long Qian had come over to see what the cub was doing.

The cub guiltily put its other hand, which it had been unconsciously playing with in the water, behind its back.

After he had drunk his fill, he noticed how disheveled he and his father looked.

He pulled his father into the bathroom, but couldn't take off his father's clothes, so he could only let his father squat in the bathtub and water his father like a tree farmer watering a tree.

Long Qian, being a zombie, didn't seem to like water, but he suppressed his instincts and tolerated the cubs splashing water on his body and face.

After all the cubs were rinsed, they realized the water was cold.

The cub himself felt guilty, so he crawled over to see if his father had sneezed.

Fortunately, zombies don't catch colds anymore.

Unfortunately, the cubs catch colds.

So when the cub sneezed in front of Long Qian, its tiny body trembling from the sneezing, Long Qian reached out and hugged the cub tightly.

Zombies don't have a warm body temperature, but Long Qian remembers that the cub was warm, but now the cub is ice cold.

So Long Qian used his special ability to heat up the entire tank of water.

I still took the cub for a hot bath.

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