Tang Xubai keenly sensed that something was wrong with Wang Yao, whom he had been with day and night. Everyone in the team knew about his situation, and no one dared to mention his sister-in-law and niece, for fear of upsetting Wang Yao.
He stepped forward to block Wang Yao's view of Ye Zhi and changed the subject, "Brother Song looks quite young, how can you call him uncle?"
【Because your Uncle Song is like the python spirit in Journey to the West, he can become young by drinking blood, hiss.】 Ye Zhi suddenly wanted to be mischievous and was amused by her own imagination, "giggle."
[Grandpa turned into a python spirit, and with trembling hands, he drank human blood and became young again, haha.]
Ye Zhi smiled, her eyes crinkling. She glanced at Song Yuanqing, then at Song Moshang and Ye Jingyu beside her, letting her imagination run wild.
[Then Mom is the little snake spirit, and I am a descendant of Nuwa, I am Ling'er, hohoho.]
Those who could hear Ye Zhi's inner thoughts: Hang in there, don't laugh, Little Sweet Bean is watching them.
Song Moshang explained to Tang Xubai, "You can't tell, can you? I'm actually over fifty. I take good care of myself."
Sweet Bean, really! She even came up with the idea of a python spirit. She deserves a spanking.
Lu Xingxiao exclaimed dramatically, squeezing forward to block Wang Yao's view, "What! Brother Song looks to be in his early thirties at most."
"Haha, stop calling me brother, or my daughter and granddaughter will have to be demoted in terms of generation."
"Please come in, it's hot outside. Come in, have a seat, and have something to eat before you leave."
Song Moshang and the others led Tang Xubai and his two companions into the villa.
Ye Yubai went to the kitchen to cook without hesitation. He loved cooking, and it made him happy.
Wearing an apron, he called out to the group from inside the kitchen, "Tell me what you want to eat, and I'll make it for you."
Ye Jingyu and his group had already devoured all the food Ye Yubai had prepared, leaving not even a drop of soup. Therefore, Wang Yao and his group did not know what Ye Jingyu and his group's meals were like. They referred to their own meals at the base, but lowered their standards a bit, and ultimately chose to eat instant noodles.
"Just some instant noodles will do."
Grandpa Song was displeased. "Soldiers who defend the country, why are they eating instant noodles? Give them meat instead."
"Hey, that won't do. Don't be so polite with us. Tell us what you want to eat, and we'll take care of the meat."
He shouted to Ye Yubai in the kitchen, "Xiaobai, check what meat is left in the refrigerator and cook it all for them."
Wang Yao waved his hands repeatedly, "Uncle, no need, what will you eat if we eat? There's still a baby here."
Upon hearing this, Ye Zhi patted her protruding belly, which she had just finished eating, towards Wang Yao.
We have plenty of meat at home, more than enough!
At this moment, Ye Yubai's voice came from the kitchen, "I'm already cooking, so you can eat without worry."
Ye Jingyu brought up another topic, "You came to City A for rescue, right? Didn't you leave last night?"
When asked about returning to City A, Tang Xubai was the first to jump out and answer, "I told the captain I was coming to rescue you guys, but I didn't expect you to be so amazing."
Ye Jingyu waved his hand modestly, "It's alright, it's alright."
…
The group chatted about everything from before the apocalypse to after, from the construction of the villa's protective structure to Lu Ke's life in the construction industry, from Chen Yunhao's embarrassing childhood stories to Ye Zhi's feeding of him. Time flew by.
"Wang Yao, Lu Xingxiao, Tang Xubai, dinner's ready!"
The three glanced at the group sitting on the sofa. "Aren't you eating?"
Song Yuanqing said with a gentle smile, "We've eaten, you can go now."
Tang Xubai and the others saluted the group again, their eyes slightly red, "Thank you!"
These people are so kind; we're willing to protect them.
Since the end times began, the millions of families they have helped have never had to treat the rescue team to a meal.
It's not that we need those people to give us food; everyone knows that supplies are scarce.
They just felt that human kindness was fading away before the apocalypse.
Thankfully, human kindness still remains…
The three of them sat at the dining table, eating meat and white rice heartily. They hadn't eaten rice for only a few days and already missed it terribly.
Except for the first two days of the apocalypse, when their food consisted of white rice, they survived the following days on compressed biscuits and tight belts.
Food supplies must be prioritized for the people; they are young, strong, and can withstand the strain.
Watching them wolf down their food, Old Master Song couldn't help but feel sorry for Song Yuanqing and Ye Zhi if they ever looked like they hadn't eaten enough. "Oh dear, slow down, don't choke."
Ye Jingyu went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water for everyone. "Eat slowly, it's okay. There's still a rice cooker full of rice, enough for everyone."
During their meal, the three of them kept responding, "Mmm, mmm, thank you."
Grandpa Song quietly carried Ye Zhi back to her room. "Sweetie, give Grandpa some of the self-heating hot pot and self-heating rice from your space. Grandpa will give them back to you next time."
He wanted to give these supplies to these lovely soldiers.
Ye Zhi tilted her head and understood what Old Master Song meant.
She used her mental power to scan the space inside Tang Xubai and the others' car, and generously took out enough supplies to fill the car, including self-heating hot pot, army stew, self-heating rice, pre-cooked dishes, instant noodles, etc.
My family doesn't eat these things often, so I can give them a lot.
"Grandpa's little darling, that's enough, that's enough. Too much will make people jealous." Grandpa Song hurriedly called for a stop as he looked at the supplies that had instantly filled the bed.
Ye Zhi stopped, even though she felt that the car was still not full. But her grandfather was right; they couldn't do something bad with good intentions.
The three of them devoured eight plates of meat and vegetables and two rice cookers of rice within fifteen minutes.
…
Unlike Tang Xubai and his companions who were happily and leisurely eating in the villa, his comrades and the survivor team were desperately rushing towards Base Z on empty stomachs.
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