Chapter Ninety-Five Opinions
Ji Qingqing had always been a woman of few words. Seeing that everyone was busy, she quietly stood guard for Mo Huaiyu at the tent entrance.
She was still worried about her sister. She wondered how her sister was doing while she was away. Was her sister worried about her after so long? Had more outsiders gotten into the village? Was her sister safe?
But no matter how worried or concerned she was, the fact remained that she couldn't go back at this point.
Seeing Mu Qingyu approach, Ji Qingqing stood up nervously. She could sense that Mu Qingyu was now much stronger than the Mu Qingyu she had first met. So, was this the meaning of constant fighting?
"Are they ready?" Mu Qingyu asked, slipping a tomato into Ji Qingqing's hand. She was quite satisfied with Ji Qingqing's recent behavior; in this place full of strangers, Ji Qingqing was practically one of her own.
"It's been a while, it should be ready soon." Ji Qingqing held the tomatoes in both hands, somewhat flattered. How long had it been since she'd had fresh fruits and vegetables?
As time went by, Ji Qingqing came to understand more and more the preciousness of fresh fruits and vegetables.
Before she finished speaking, Jing Chen emerged from the tent with a smile on his face.
Upon seeing Mu Qingyu, Jing Chen greeted her cheerfully.
Even without seeing Mo Huaiyu, just by looking at Jing Chen's appearance, Mu Qingyu should know that things are going well.
Sure enough, a moment later Mo Huaiyu also came out pushing his wheelchair. When he saw Mu Qingyu, he said happily, "Sister Xiaoyu, I can stand up now!"
As he spoke, he supported himself with his wheelchair and stood up shakily. Although he could only stand for a few seconds, he sat back down with great effort, his forehead covered with a fine layer of sweat.
But in any case, it's much, much better than his legs, which he couldn't feel before.
Mu Qingyu didn't say much, nor did she offer any congratulations, after all, it wasn't time to succeed yet. She just smiled and handed Mo Huaiyu a tomato, saying, "Go find Xiao Rong to play, he's been waiting for you for ages."
Then she walked up to Jing Chen and said, "I won't say much in thanks." Four bottles of mineral water appeared out of nowhere, large 2.0-liter bottles, which she then shoved into Jing Chen's arms.
After thinking for a moment, he waved over a girl from Jing Chen's team. Jing Chen usually called her Xiao Chen. Before the apocalypse, she seemed to have been a nurse in the same department as Jing Chen.
Xiao Chen saw Mu Qingyu waving at her, and although she didn't know what it was about, she ran over excitedly—she always thought Mu Qingyu was amazing, and she wished she could be that powerful too. Even if she couldn't fight, that space-based ability was so cool!
Mu Qingyu also conjured up a bunch of sweet potatoes out of thin air, about seven or eight of them, and then stuffed them all into Xiao Chen's arms.
Just two minutes ago, Xiao Chen was envious of the aroma of sweet potatoes, but now a bunch of sweet potatoes have appeared in her arms.
She felt dreamy one moment and incredibly excited the next, her breathing quickened, and a slight blush rose to her cheeks.
"Thank you, boss." She said loudly, mimicking Han Yu's way of addressing Mu Qingyu.
Mu Qingyu was both amused and exasperated. She knew there was a hint of mischief in Han Yu's way of calling her that, but she was too lazy to argue with Han Yu. It was this young nurse who had taken it seriously.
However, she has a rather adorable personality. Mu Qingyu generously slipped another tomato into Xiao Chen's hand—the joy of a bountiful harvest is meant to be shared with people you find agreeable.
Jing Chen noticed Mu Qingyu's actions and found them amusing. His first impression of Mu Qingyu was that of a female assassin.
Now that I know Mu Qingyu is only 20 years old, a few years younger than Xiao Chen, seeing her give someone tomatoes, just like a young girl sharing something good with a close friend, I truly realized that Mu Qingyu is actually just a young woman in her twenties.
Mo Huaiyu was already whispering with Mu Qingrong, just like always.
"Xiao Rong, don't you think that Sister Xiao Yu has changed a bit since we came out this time?" Before, when she was at home, Xiao Yu wasn't as strong as she is now, but she was always overly calm and rarely smiled. Her wariness of people was never written on her face, but it was engraved in her heart.
I don't know when it started, but Xiaoyu seems to have become more lively, her facial expressions have become more varied, and she has become more vibrant.
"Yes. My sister seems to be happier and more relaxed." As Mu Qingyu's younger brother who had always lived with Mu Qingyu, Mu Qingrong could naturally feel what Mo Huaiyu could sense.
When did it begin? Mu Qingrong wondered.
Yes, it started after that man named Cheng Xijun died!
Thinking of that stranger, Mu Qingrong felt an involuntary, deep-seated disgust for him. She attributed this disgust to the thought that if her sister disliked someone, he certainly wouldn't like them either!
There's another layer to it, probably related to what Cheng Xijun did to Mu Yan. Although Mu Yan didn't seem particularly unwilling, Mu Qingrong still felt very uncomfortable deep down.
Fortunately, Cheng Xijun died, but his death was tragic and undignified.
I wonder if Cheng Xijun's men collected his body. If not, Cheng Xijun's corpse has probably become food for the zombies downstairs.
"Dinner's ready!" Han Yu called out, interrupting everyone's thoughts.
Mu Qingyu happily returned to the pot, waiting for Han Yu to divide the sweet potatoes for her.
So the five of them happily shared the food. Jingchen's team was also very happy. They didn't even need to set up a pot. Their fire-type ability user turned into a grill and roasted sweet potatoes for his teammates.
As for Jin Qinjiu's side, they were not very comfortable, and had all sorts of emotions.
After being rebuffed by Mu Qingyu, Jin Qinjiu finally told everyone the conditions Mu Qingyu had set.
Before Mu Xiaoxiao could even scream about why she had to do such a thing, a barrage of opinions from others flooded in.
“Providing metal is fine, but we can't just be the ones doing the work, can we? If we're talking about needs, Jingchen and the others also have needs. Shouldn't they contribute? And the people on the other side were the ones who first proposed exchanging things. Why don't we let them provide the metal materials?”
"Fifteen undamaged instruments? Isn't that a bit too many? We need to collect metal, search for instruments, and still need undamaged ones? But the inpatient ward is overrun by zombies right now, the risk of moving and transporting the instruments is too great..."
"Yeah, we have to clear out the zombies, find the equipment, and bring it back for her, while they just sit here eating and drinking without doing anything..."
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