Gu Yan went out at noon.
When Shen Jing came downstairs again.
The dishes that Shen Jing had just thought of were already set on the kitchen table.
No more, no less, just by looking at the gaping mouths of Zhou Tong and Zhou Hui, you could tell how amazing this meal was!
Shen Jing: "..."
So he just went out and spent all his savings?
Every survivor has a points card, and Gu Yan is no exception. Shen Jing only allocated 500 points to him, but she didn't expect him to be so wasteful. Shen Jing sighed when she saw his expression of wanting praise.
So dreams really are the opposite of reality, right?
What kind of man is this who becomes radiant with just a little bit of sunshine?
Where's the crazy lunatic who kills like slicing vegetables? This is completely contrary to the original character!
Shen Jing looked Gu Yan up and down as she walked toward the dining table.
The Zhou siblings were already inside helping to set the table.
Gu Yan had instructed them to do this task, saying, "Kids, if you want to eat, you'd better behave."
As for what they were supposed to hear, the two children didn't even bother to ask.
Anyway, they have no objections to whatever Gu Yan wants them to do now.
That's probably the principle of a foodie.
Shen Jing was the one who shared their feelings.
She smelled the same aroma as when she was in the unfinished building, and it was indeed more fragrant and tempting than the cooked food in the space.
But how exactly did Gu Yan manage to do it?
Shen Jing subtly moved her throat.
So, the adult and the two children busied themselves in an orderly manner under Gu Yan's instructions.
Once the kitchen finally returned to calm, it was lunchtime.
Yang Muyi pushed open the kitchen door and opened her mouth wide in an "O" shape. The three of them were indeed a family.
"Wh...what...what happened?" He started stammering.
She took out her phone, which still had power, and looked at it.
The Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed, and the Lunar New Year is still a long way off.
Shen Jing was now focused on the dishes and hadn't noticed Yang Muyi at all. Placing the last plate of fried fish in front of her, Gu Yan took in her greedy expression, his eyes darkening and becoming unfathomable.
Only Yang Muyi still retained some semblance of rationality.
She tugged at her son and daughter, saying, "Let's wait a bit..."
"I'll provide the supplies, he'll be in charge of cooking, and you'll be responsible for the cleanup!" Shen Jing, already eyeing the food with a fierce look, decisively issued the order.
But little did they expect that their words would come true.
She would then remain behind the scenes, possessing resources.
Gu Yan's ability to kill zombies on the city walls was comparable to Hannibal's.
Yang Muyi, on the other hand, is the fearsome "cleaner" in the post-apocalyptic world...
It bears a striking resemblance to the plot of the first game – which is the original setting of the game.
But who knows what fate will bring this time?
Moreover, Shen Ting, the player who brutally killed Shen Jing back then, is still struggling to survive in G City with Liang Jingyan, and they should arrive in C City soon.
Perhaps we'll meet in Beijing someday!
Let's get back to the main topic.
Shen Jing sighed again.
Sure enough, sparing lives from the zombies at that unfinished building site was the right thing to do.
The dishes Gu Yan cooked were truly the best she had ever eaten.
Although she has the stomach of a beggar and has never eaten anything good since growing up in an orphanage.
However, after starting university, he would occasionally go out for meals with Su Huan and was able to distinguish between good and bad dishes.
Michelin is nothing but a tire in his eyes!
Shen Jing thought seriously, how could the world be without chefs?
Even in the apocalypse, we must make the effort to have a good meal!
The other three also "convinced" themselves in the same way, probably saying "How extravagant this is!" while their chopsticks kept moving faster than ever. Only Gu Yan remained quietly smiling from beginning to end, and he kept a close eye on helping Shen Jing pick up food.
After everyone had eaten their fill, they all felt like they might not have another meal.
It was agreed that Yang Muyi would be in charge of the final cleaning.
So Shen Jing slowly began to walk back to the second floor.
As she climbed the stairs, she was thinking that she had been consuming cooked food the entire way from G City to the western base. If she could exchange her points for the base's existing supplies in the future, she could actually save the cooked food for when she was out in the wild.
Future disasters cannot be predicted.
Who knows what strange changes might happen next?
Right now, it's safer to continue turning supplies into cooked food and storing them in the space while the base is still functioning normally. However, this raises a problem: how to mask the aroma emitted during cooking?
You used to have Gu Yan grill the meat in the space.
"...Don't eavesdrop on my thoughts."
The main problem is that your desire to tie yourself to the chef is too strong right now.
However, it's true that the way to a woman's heart is through her stomach.
Should we reinstate his access?
Shen Jing threw herself onto the bed, feeling nauseous and unwilling to move.
Just before she drifted off to sleep, she said, "Let me think about it some more..."
As a result, I slept straight through to 3 p.m.
The blackout curtains were indeed effective; Shen Jing pulled them open a crack and looked outside, finding the sunlight blinding. She recalled the thought that had crossed her mind on the street: to find a house and live a secluded life in the apocalypse until she died.
Actually, it’s not impossible.
The sounds of two children playing could be heard coming from the yard.
When they first met, the two children were timid and extremely thin from hunger.
It's a good thing that it has now recovered its pre-apocalyptic glory.
But Shen Jing thought pessimistically that things might not be the same in the future, and the apocalypse would only become more and more cruel.
The current base is the last utopia.
But after the sudden rise and fall of the temperature, Shen Jing thought that the base might soon no longer be the last oasis!
Laugh, have fun, while you can...
Just as Shen Jing was plunged back into darkness, Gu Yan's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Jing?"
She picked up the walkie-talkie and replied, "I'm here."
"I have something to tell you..." Gu Yan's voice sounded somewhat muffled through the walkie-talkie.
"Come up."
She also happened to have something to discuss with him.
I don't know what conditions I should offer when hiring a chef.
To be honest, Gu Yan's supplies didn't seem to be any less than hers. I had no idea where he'd gotten them from before; he'd actually raided someone's warehouse!
It seems we need to think about the best way to cooperate.
She needs a chef, but what does he need?
Shen Jing tidied herself up quickly and then came out of the bedroom.
After passing through a small living room, he went out to open the door for Gu Yan, saying, "Come in."
Hearing her calm voice, Gu Yan watched her retreating figure and suddenly licked his teeth, then followed her inside as if nothing had happened. He paused for a moment as he passed the second bedroom next to the master bedroom.
However, his movements were too quick, and Shen Jing, who was walking in front, did not notice.
Shen Jing asked Gu Yan to sit on the sofa in the small living room.
Then she handed him a glass of mango juice, "Are you... thirsty?"
This is a rhetorical question.
From Gu Yan's perspective, it's like this: "Brother, drink your medicine!"
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