Chapter 75 Eating Roast Duck in the End of the World
"Well, not only are you foul-mouthed, you're also blind. I, Liang Yingsheng, am prettier and more powerful than you, and I have a handsome, fresh-faced younger brother at home. Am I crazy to find someone who has a girlfriend?"
Liang Yingsheng looked disgusted and said, "Sorry, I don't have such a strong taste as you."
Xu Wen clearly didn't believe it. "Humph, you only know how to find some high-sounding excuses. It's the end of the world now, who wouldn't want to find a capable man to protect them?"
At this point, Xu Wen showed pride on her face: "Yang Han is so strong, you must be jealous of me, but forget it, he is my boyfriend and loyal to me, there is no way he will be seduced by you."
hehe--
Liang Yingsheng was a little amused. "Strong, do you mean the kind that would beat you up in the middle of the night until you scream? Sorry, I can't afford to lose this person."
A woman with big breasts and no brains, she is so arrogant even though she knows this is the end of the world.
Yang Han was moving stones nearby when he heard the person Sun Ping sent to find him say that Liang Yingsheng and Xu Wen had quarreled because of him. He was a little surprised at first, but when he returned to the yard, he heard the conversation between the two.
Yang Han's face turned pale, and he looked up at Xu Wen angrily, "Xu Wen, shut up. If it weren't for your parents, would I have tolerated you until now?"
Xu Wen's eyes widened. "What do you mean? Have you really been seduced by that vixen?"
Yang Han knew very well that Liang Yingsheng just didn't want to make a big deal out of it. Otherwise, with her abilities, killing Xu Wen would be a piece of cake.
Xu Wen still wanted to make a fuss, but Yang Han angrily went upstairs and dragged Xu Wen back home in front of everyone.
Liang Yingsheng shrugged and saw Liang Zhimo coming over with a medical kit. "Is it over?"
Liang Zhimo nodded, "Let's go back."
He wanted to save some rice seeds, but Liang Yingsheng always felt that he could not stay in Youai Town for long, so he had to give up.
Liang Yingsheng lowered her eyes to glance at Chengcheng who was standing beside her and smiled slightly, "Take me to your house?"
Chengcheng immediately nodded in agreement.
The old house has two bedrooms and a living room. It is not very big, and the second bedroom is even more cramped. There is only a bare wooden bed that smells of decay.
Grandma Zhang and Chengcheng slept in the master bedroom, which still had a worn-out bed board covered with a thin sheet and a patched blanket.
The whole house can be described as bare, with only two rusty chairs and a dining table made of wooden boards in the living room.
The grandfather and grandson loved such harsh conditions very much. Compared with wandering around outside and living in the toilet to avoid zombies, this place is simply heaven.
Grandma Zhang wiped the iron chair with a rag and said, "Shengsheng, sit here with your brother. It's very clean."
Liang Yingsheng signaled Liang Zhimo to hand her the medical kit, and took out a box of candy from the space under the cover of the medical kit lid.
"Chengcheng, sister has a gift for you."
Seeing that it was candy, Chengcheng's eyes instantly lit up and he stared at the beautiful box greedily, "Really? But grandma said that the world is different now, and candy is very precious."
"It's okay. No one in our family likes candy. It melts easily in the heat. You can have this box."
Chengcheng looked at Grandma Zhang hesitantly, and when she nodded, he immediately took the candy box. He couldn't wait to open a candy and put it in his mouth, then quickly opened another one and handed it to Grandma Zhang, "Grandma, try it, it's so sweet!"
"Zhimo, help check on Grandma Zhang."
Grandma Zhang was wearing thin long-sleeved trousers. When she rolled up her trouser legs, only her skinny legs were exposed, which were covered with bruises.
Grandma Zhang was a little embarrassed. "I'm not strong enough anymore. If I get hit, it will leave a mark."
The brother and sister didn't say anything. Liang Zhimo helped Grandma Zhang apply the ointment, and Liang Yingsheng made an excuse that he wanted to go home.
Grandma Zhang has been holding on, and her adult condition is not good. When Liang Yingsheng thought that if Grandma Zhang passed away, only five or six-year-old Chengcheng would be left, he was kind enough to search the house for a full suitcase of supplies.
The suitcase was brought by my parents. It was a bit old and one of the wheels was broken.
When they returned to Grandma Zhang's house, Liang Zhimo had finished applying the medicine and had even left a new ointment for her.
They stockpiled two large boxes of ointments for treating bruises and injuries, and the whole family couldn't use them all.
Liang Yingsheng placed the suitcase on the table. "We have some unused items at home that Mom and Dad were planning to throw away. Grandma Zhang, do you think you can use them?"
When the box was opened, there were several sets of old-fashioned clothes inside, including two sets for children. Liang Yingsheng also stuffed a somewhat worn blanket in it.
In addition, there are several bowls. The styles of the bowls are very old-fashioned and there are obvious signs of bumps on the corners.
The large folding brush holder that Liang Yingsheng used when he was learning to paint is also placed inside.
There are even spatulas and kitchen knives, as well as a packet of salt.
Grandma Zhang was delighted. "Is it really something your family doesn't want?"
"Well, we've never thrown away the things in our old house. These are all extra. There's no safe place to keep them in the end times, and we can't take them away. If you..."
"Yes, yes, thank you so much."
Grandma Zhang pointed at the bag of salt and said, "Did you put the salt in there accidentally? Salt is a good thing. Shengsheng, take it back quickly."
"Oh, it's for you."
Without staying long, Liang Zhimo gave Grandma Zhang some instructions and left with Liang Yingsheng.
It was already evening when I got home. The sky was a strange orange color, with large patches of it. It looked beautiful, but there was always a feeling that a storm was coming.
On the last day of August, the weather was still hot, but the atmosphere in the Liang family was very good. They sat around the coffee table to celebrate Liang Yingsheng and Liang Zhimo's 21st birthday.
There is nothing happier than being able to spend my first birthday with my family after the apocalypse.
Liang Yingsheng's eyes instantly turned red when he suddenly remembered that on his birthday in the simulator he had to fight with others for a bite of food.
"Oh my, what's wrong with my daughter? She's crying on her birthday."
Zhou Lanxin quickly pulled out a tissue and handed it to her, "Stop crying, it's unlucky to cry on your birthday."
"It's nothing. I just feel a little excited to think that our family is still alive and well."
"Silly child, thanks to you and Zhimo, don't worry, our family of four will always be together."
Liang Yingsheng nodded and took the initiative to take on the task of cutting the cake. "Mom and Dad, when you leave Youai Town in the future, you can go live in the space. I've tested it, and you have my aura on you, so you can stay in the space even if I'm not here."
The two elders don’t want to make trouble either. After all, the world outside is not safe, and they want to spend more time with their children!
"Okay, I'll do as you say. Zhimo, go check on the crayfish and see if they're ready. Have a bite of the cake and see how it tastes. Eat your main course first, then the cake."
Three dishes and one soup, the taste is excellent.
Liang Yingsheng took out the roast duck he had stockpiled before the apocalypse. He had ordered a lot of takeout and put it in his space, fearing that he wouldn't be able to eat it whenever he wanted.
The space is kept fresh, and the roast duck is still fragrant when served, making people drool.
Because the weather is hot, we don’t want the smell to spread, so we close all the doors and windows tightly.
(End of this chapter)
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