As Desde and He Tao ate the pre-cooked meat and vegetables and self-heating rice that Grandpa Song had given them for free, and smelled the aroma of cake in the air, they understood why Grandpa Song hadn't asked them to eat in the RV today, but instead had given them pre-cooked meals.

It's someone's birthday, and it's really inappropriate for these two people who have only known each other for a few days to go to a birthday party.

As He Tao ate his spicy chicken rice, he looked at the mountain of pre-cooked meat and vegetables and self-heating rice piled up in front of him and exclaimed, "Young Master, Uncle Song is really generous. I really hope they can bring more people to celebrate his birthday."

Back when the two of them brought a large bag of crystal cores to freeload a meal, Grandpa Song promised after the meal that he would cover their meals for the next few days. Although they didn't get to eat Ye Yubai's freshly cooked stir-fries tonight, they did receive ten bags of pre-made dishes and twenty boxes of self-heating rice, food exclusively for the two of them. It was a huge windfall. This food would be enough for the two of them to eat for a long time. They were smart enough to know whether it was better to be full at one meal or full at every meal.

According to Maslow's hierarchy of needs, the two of them were still at the first level of physiological needs. Compared to cake and all the other food, they would naturally prefer to eat pre-cooked food.

…

Chen Yunhao and his team didn't plan to share the cake with others. As they said before, this was the apocalypse, an era of scarcity. They weren't saints; giving it away for free was out of the question. But if someone really came asking for the cake, sure, they could exchange it for crystal cores.

Even before everyone knew that crystal cores could be exchanged for supplies, everyone regarded them as their lifeblood. They had to carry crystal cores with them at all times, and some even slept with them under their pillows. So no one tried to exchange crystal cores for cakes.

Chen Yunhao spent his first birthday in the apocalypse in Ye Zhi's RV.

After celebrating their birthdays, the ten members of Victory Base helped clean up the scene before going home to their respective families.

Ye Zhi looked at the two or three pieces of cake left on the table, her thoughts racing.

So this is what cake tastes like! Cake is so delicious, I love it.

When she was on Earth, she was an orphan and was raised by her master as a tool for exorcising ghosts. She didn't know when her birthday was and had never eaten a cake. After arriving in the cultivation world, she had even less chance to eat cake.

Hearing Ye Zhi's heartfelt words, Song Yuanqing and the others felt a pang of pain in their hearts. What kind of hardship had their precious daughter endured before? She had never even eaten cake.

Ye Jingyu regretted it even more. He had intended to prepare a cake when Ye Zhi was a month old, but thinking that Ye Zhi was still too young to eat cake, he replaced the cake with a gold bracelet and a gold anklet.

Unexpectedly, Little Sweet Bean had never eaten cake before. Damn it, their precious child had been treated like this before. Ye Jingyu wished he could go to the Blue Star that Ye Zhi had mentioned and cut the person who had abused Ye Zhi into a thousand pieces.

Damn it.

Grandpa Song added, "My birthday is coming soon, in ten days. You all need to prepare a cake for me too."

Lu Ke looked at him with a surprised expression. "Brother Song, you remember you didn't eat cake before?"

The old man, Song Moshang, never ate cake on his birthday.

Song Moshang didn't expect that Lu Ke would immediately expose his mistake, so he could only laugh it off and say, "I ate Yunhao's cake today and thought it tasted good. I want to eat cake for my next birthday!"

Ye Yubai thought it was a small matter, since he had plenty of ingredients at home anyway, so he readily agreed, "Okay, I'll make it for you if Uncle Song wants to eat it."

Ye Zhi, who was well taken care of by her family, did not hide the fact that she liked cake. She boldly spoke up and said her request, "Uncle Bai, tomorrow, chocolate cake!"

If she had known the cake was so delicious, she should have bought one to celebrate when she kicked the unscrupulous baker out.

Song Yuanqing patted Ye Zhi's little head through the panda hat, trying her best to suppress the heartache in her voice, "You don't need your Uncle Bai to make it, Mom will make it for you. Mom is the best at making chocolate cake. From now on, Little Sweetie can tell Mom and Uncle Bai what she wants to eat."

"Okay." Ye Zhi noticed that Song Yuanqing's mood was a little off. She took out a strawberry from her little hand and put it into Song Yuanqing's mouth. "Mommy, eat."

Song Yuanqing opened her mouth and took the strawberry Ye Zhi offered her, this time eating the bottom of the strawberry as well. "Thank you, baby."

Ye Zhi shook her head to indicate that she was welcome, and excitedly uttered a few words, "Space, hot pot!"

She then brought everyone in her family into her personal space, which contained a villa with far more amenities than the RV.

How could he refuse the little darling's request? Ye Yubai sharpened his knife and began slicing the various frozen meat rolls into thin slices. Ye Jingyu, Song Yuanqing, and Ye Zhi played in the water while washing vegetables. Grandpa Song went to get the hot pot base, and Lu Ke was responsible for bringing the prepared hot pot ingredients to the table.

After eating Chen Yunhao's birthday cake, the family enjoyed a delicious hot pot meal together in the space. They savored the spring-like scenery while enjoying the hot pot, having a wonderful time.

After finishing their hotpot meal and washing up in the villa, the group asked Ye Zhi to take them back to the RV.

While the space is nice, they shouldn't rely on it too much, and there are other people around them, so caution is advised.

As soon as Ye Zhi and Grandpa Song returned to the RV, they began to project their spiritual energy to observe the surrounding environment. Sure enough, the grandfather and granddaughter discovered something unusual: Little Squid was back.

Little Squid, the intelligent zombie that had been hesitant and lingering before coming to the village, was given this name by Ye Zhi because of its unusually clever behavior.

This time, it didn't linger outside the thatched hut, but went straight to the village entrance. The presence of living people in the village was constantly tempting it, but the aura of powerful figures inside made it dare not go forward.

Seeing its conflicted expression, Ye Zhi couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Hehehe."

[Even zombies can be cute sometimes. I really want to keep one as a guard dog.]

…

In the middle of the night, while everyone was fast asleep, Grandpa Song secretly left the RV. He quietly approached the zombie who was still looking conflicted, and a black burlap sack appeared on Little Squid's head.

The little squid cried out in confusion, "Roar?"

Grandpa Song was afraid that the little squid's cries would wake up the others, so he used his mental power to control the little squid's vocal cords. Then he gave the little squid a good beating on the head, knocked it unconscious, and quietly returned to the RV.