Chapter 332 Don't Be So Nice to Me
It had been a long time since he last came, so Qiu Liren cleaned the cabin and asked the Zombie King to pick some flowers in the forest.
The Zombie King was extremely obedient, and no matter what he asked, he would carry it out with a blank expression.
When he finished cleaning, the Zombie King also brought back a bunch of wild flowers.
He has wood-related abilities that can stimulate the growth of plants. He planted simple wild flowers around the cabin, which soon grew into a garden.
He stood among the flowers, holding his forehead with his hand helplessly.
Why are you becoming more and more girlish?
The Zombie King followed behind him, still expressionless, but with a hint of question marks in his eyes.
"Are you wondering why I plant flowers?" Qiu Liren looked into the eyes of the Zombie King and said gently, "I just think this is more like a home."
Next time I come, I will bring some seeds and try growing some vegetables.
The Zombie King did not respond, like a handsome puppet, not saying a word.
He looked exactly like the guy who had followed him before, except that his facial expression didn't change and he didn't speak.
Even so, Qiu Liren was filled with excitement and gratitude.
He returned to the house, took out the latest children's book published in the base, and called the Zombie King to his side.
The two of them sat side by side on a large rattan chair, their bodies pressed tightly against each other.
The Zombie King is ice-cold and has no normal body temperature.
Every time he touched her, he couldn't help but want to get closer and transfer his body temperature.
I just don’t know if the Zombie King can feel his warmth.
Qiu Liren opened the textbook and pointed at the words on it and said, "Come, I will teach you to read."
The Zombie King glanced at him.
"I know you can speak," Qiu Liren said sternly, "I checked your vocal cords, glottis, and laryngeal muscles. There are no problems with your voice box. You don't have any difficulty in pronunciation."
You can't always rely on eye contact, that's too difficult.
The zombie king's eyes were full of rejection, but he couldn't persuade him, so he had to join him and uttered broken syllables with difficulty.
"Oh, oh." Qiu Liren demonstrated seriously and asked the Zombie King to follow.
The Zombie King opened his mouth and his hoarse voice was not pleasant.
Qiu Liren felt as if he heard the sound of nature, and his hands were shaking with excitement.
"Very good, your voice is very nice. Take your time, don't rush, keep practicing, and you will be able to speak normal words."
He was like a hopeful mother who was teaching her toddler to speak, patiently and enthusiastically determined to teach the Zombie King how to speak.
As the temperature dropped at night, Qiu Liren and the Zombie King sat at the head of the bed and continued to practice speaking.
He was wrapped in a quilt and felt a little cold in the unheated room, but the Zombie King could not feel the change in temperature and had no reaction at all.
The Zombie King himself is like a big block of ice and does not have the body temperature of a normal person.
Qiu Liren knew that he was not afraid of the cold and would not catch a cold, but he still covered him with a quilt.
He put his legs on the Zombie King's legs, but the Zombie King didn't move.
"Let me tell you a story. Do you like a short bedtime story or a story for adults?"
The Zombie King couldn't answer. He just tilted his head and looked at him. In his deep eyes, under the reflection of the incandescent light, it seemed as if there was a flowing light.
When the two were alone, the other liked to look at him like this. Even though those eyes were not as passionate and restrained as before, he still didn't dare to look him in the eye.
If you are not careful, you will sink into it.
He told the Zombie King a little story, but halfway through, he began to feel sleepy.
He was very busy during the time he returned to the base. He only slept three or four hours a day and tried to complete all the work in the shortest time possible.
Now that we are in the wooden house, it is inevitable that we will feel sleepy once we relax.
He insisted on speaking for a short while, then his head tilted and hit the Zombie King's shoulder.
"I'm so sleepy..." He muttered, and was about to force his eyes open to continue speaking, but the Zombie King suddenly covered his eyes.
Cold hands covered his eyes, blocking the light and plunging his world into darkness.
Without the stimulation of strong light, he fell asleep uncontrollably.
All night long, he could feel that the Zombie King was always by his side.
As long as this person is around, I can feel at ease.
After dawn, Qiu Liren's biological clock woke him up on time. Even if he wanted to sleep longer, his brain was forced to stay awake.
He sat on the bed, and there was no trace of the Zombie King beside him.
After washing up, he took out the food he brought from his backpack.
Since he planned to stay longer this time, he brought a lot of food, mainly rice, flour, military compressed biscuits, and candy for the Zombie King.
He didn't know whether the Zombie King had a sense of taste or whether he could eat candy. This candy was given to him by Shi Tou when he went to the Shan family to deliver supplies.
Shitou said that those candies were left by Jiang Zixuan and they were delicious, so he wanted to give them to him to try.
He didn't like candy, so he just brought it to the forest.
After placing the candy on the table, he began to pack the rest of his luggage.
In the future, he will come here often, so daily necessities must be prepared, and some clothes must be placed here as backup. Winter and summer uniform inner wear and sun-protective clothing and raincoats are all necessary.
He also prepared several sets of clothes for the Zombie King, which matched his clothes, but were one size larger, a bit like couple outfits.
In the new world, there were not many styles of clothing produced in the base, so he specially picked out the better-looking styles and brought them to the cabin.
By the time he had packed his luggage, the Zombie King came back from outside.
This guy went out early in the morning and brought back two fish, some green wild vegetables, mushrooms and wild fruits, which was a very rich meal.
Really homely.
Qiu Liren took the food while smiling, "You went out so early just to find food for me?"
The Zombie King doesn't need to eat these, there is no doubt that they are prepared for him.
The Zombie King didn't reply and went straight outside to set up the stove.
Before Qiu Liren came, the Zombie King built an earthen house outside the wooden house. Inside was a kitchen house like those in the old rural areas. There were two stoves for making fire and storing pots.
As a zombie who doesn't need to eat cooked food, he certainly doesn't need this.
Qiu Liren looked at the fish in his hand, then at the zombie king who was building a fire with firewood, and felt mixed emotions.
He whispered, "Don't be so nice to me."
The Zombie King probably didn’t hear it and didn’t look back.
Qiu Liren quickly calmed down, washed the vegetables, cut the fish, and put them in the pot to make soup.
He brought pots, pans, and utensils, and after the fish soup was cooked, he served a bowl to the Zombie King.
“Can you eat cooked food?”
The Zombie King glanced at him.
"Don't use your eyes, speak." Qiu Liren pretended not to understand. "I taught you for so long last night, can you at least say 'hmm'?"
Hmm, that's impossible. The Zombie King snatched the bowl away and drank the fish soup in one gulp.
Qiu Liren grinned, scooped some wild vegetables from the pot and ate them together with the steamed buns he brought with him to solve the problem of breakfast.
After dinner, he stood in the garden and stretched, and the sky began to drizzle again.
Nowadays, it rains more and more frequently and the temperature is getting lower and lower. I'm afraid it will start snowing soon.
With nothing to do, Qiu Liren suddenly said, "Let's go hunting."
The Zombie King glanced at him and motioned for him to follow.
He stood still and asked with a smile, "What do you mean?"
There seemed to be a hint of resentment in the Zombie King's eyes, but he perfectly ignored it.
He stood there lazily with his arms crossed, and didn't follow.
In desperation, the Zombie King had to say, "Follow me..."
His voice was extremely hoarse, like the noise made by wheels slipping and scraping against the ground.
However, Qiu Liren raised his hands to cover his eyes, with a faint smile on his lips.
“It’s a nice sound, really nice.”
It will get better slowly, just like before.
(End of this chapter)
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