"Why are you still in a daze? Hurry up and cook something." Song Chen kicked Jiang Moyan.
"I...I'll cook it right away."
Jiang Moyan hurriedly sat down on the chair, put three handfuls of rice into the boiling water, and started to cook porridge.
While stirring the rice, he looked at Song Chen who was sitting next to him angrily, and didn't dare to speak.
Song Chen was angry for a while but then he lost his temper. He was too hungry and had no strength left.
After sitting in the car for a whole day and being stared at for a long time, he didn't dare to eat and didn't dare to come out of Jiang Moyan's coat. He was already very hungry.
He took out two snow pears from the space and handed one to Jiang Moyan.
Jiang Moyan paused as he looked at Xueli in front of him. There was still fruit in the young master's space.
"Eat it quickly, what if someone else grabs it away?"
Song Chen scolded Jiang Moyan while biting the pear quickly, not forgetting to be on guard against the people around him.
Now many people are looking in their direction.
If they hadn't camped next to the mutant, the survivors would have rushed over to steal their pots and food.
"Just eat it. I don't like fruit."
Jiang Moyan didn't take it. It was the end of the world and there was no way to plant anything. If one was eaten, there would be one less.
"You're so nagging." Song Chen stuffed the food directly into Jiang Moyan's mouth. "Eat it quickly, or I'll be angry."
Jiang Moyan didn't dare to make Song Chen angry, so he ate the pear obediently.
As soon as he swallowed the pear, he was surprised to find that the supernatural powers he had consumed were slowly recovering.
He immediately thought of his young master's space, which might have some magical abilities.
He didn't ask any more questions. All he was thinking about was getting stronger as soon as possible so that he could protect the young master and let him eat whatever he wanted without having to hide anything.
Song Chen, who was not asked, looked at Jiang Moyan with some surprise.
This villain is quite insightful. He knows that others have secrets but doesn't ask about them. He doesn't dislike such tactful people.
After eating the pear, Jiang Moyan put some vegetables and ham into the pot. When it was cooked, he poured a full bowl for Song Chen and set it aside to cool.
Song Chen was not in a hurry to eat and was chewing on a pear.
He could clearly feel that the survivors in the distance were watching them, swallowing their saliva, and roasting themselves by the fire without looking up.
In the last days, those who discriminate against others are fools. Not only will others not be grateful to you, they will also cling to you and suck your blood until you are dry.
Jiang Moyan, who was drinking porridge, was not that kind-hearted. He only cared about whether his young master could eat enough and he didn't care about others.
"Ugh, this porridge tastes terrible!"
Song Chen frowned and looked at the porridge in the bowl.
Jiang Moyan scratched his neck awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I only know how to cook."
"It's okay, I can't cook anyway."
Song Chen resigned himself to his fate and endured the bitter porridge and continued to drink it. When he could no longer drink it, he stuffed it into Jiang Moyan's hand and wiped his mouth in disgust, "Drink it quickly, don't waste it."
Jiang Moyan was surprised. The young master actually gave him his leftovers to eat. In the past, he would not give them to him even if he threw them away.
"Hurry up and get it! Why are you in a daze?" Song Chen urged.
"Oh, okay. Okay."
Jiang Moyan took the porridge and drank it in two mouthfuls. It felt a little unreal and strange, and his ears were a little red.
Why are this man's ears red?
Song Chen was speechless. He found that Jiang Moyan blushed easily.
What does it have to do with me if he blushes?
Song Chen muttered in his heart, stood up and kicked Jiang Moyan, "I want to take a shower."
"Oh, okay."
Jiang Moyan quickly wiped his hands, took Song Chen away, made a simple compartment with ice, put hot water in it for Song Chen to wash, and he stood outside to keep watch.
The corners of the mouths of the psychics who were sitting by the fire in the tent were twitching wildly.
Someone complained, "Is being a man's wife so popular nowadays?"
Another one tutted, "Eat and drink well, don't have to kill zombies, and there are people protecting you all the way. Damn, I'm so envious."
He withdrew his gaze and immediately looked at his brothers who were warming themselves around the fire. "Whoever comes, I'm willing to give up my fasting and win without any effort."
All the brothers looked down on him in unison: "Get the hell out of here."
"No, 1v2 is fine too. I'm generous."
The man was just joking, but he didn't expect that a pair of brothers would pause while eating.
Because of the man's bad mouth, his dream of winning without doing anything will come true in the near future. He will be so angry that his eyes will turn red and he will curse every day, wishing he could beat his former self to death.
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