Raising Baby in Apocalypse

Chapter 393: 393: Appetite


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Although the dwellings near the national road are close to the national road and the road is also clear, in the last days, in the end, it was regarded as a wilderness area. In addition, there was no zombies around, and Luo Feifan made a fire in the yard. Here, I lifted the table with several men and prepared to eat in the yard.

Because the large army just passed, there was naturally no material in this house, that is, a quilt was taken away by the survivors of the large army, but fortunately, there were enough things in the van of the battle, and Yun Tao was on the way. A lot of materials were collected from other survivor cars, and a large box of cooked food was also searched.

Liang Zi met Zhao Qianrong's corpse and dealt with Zhao Ru, but this world is too chaotic and there are many bugs under the ground. Zhao Ru does not want her aunt to be buried as food for mice or wild cats after being buried, so she asks Luo Feifan Borrowed fire, intending to cremate Zhao Qianrong.

The yard was a bit turbulent. Several men gathered around a table. The aroma of bacon was floating in the air. Luo Feifan drew Yun Tao to chat. The baby was hungry to feed, and Enron stayed in the room to feed. Zhan Lian took the initiative and went out to get some food for Enran.

In the unlit room, there were two transparent windows. The fire in the yard penetrated, and Enron held the milk-doll and patted the milk crickets around the place. Come in, bacon, yes, a pot and a pot! Whispered to Enron:

"Are you asleep? Let me hug for a while, you can have some food."

"No, I'm not hungry."

Anran looked at the bowl of rice and the bacon in Zhan Lian's hands. Each bowl was large enough to have a small washbasin. When she looked at it, she was full. She shook her head and made up a sentence.

"I'm a wood-based ability. We don't have to eat. The light absorbs the nuclei."

确实 She did not eat for a long time.

"Where can the crystal nucleus compare with food?"

Yan Zhanlian put down the bowl of rice in his hand, reached out to take over the doll lying on Enron's shoulders, and patiently explained with Enron,

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"You're not working on immortals, just eat Pidan! People still have a bit of appetite."

"What **** egg?"

An Ran didn't understand. She never reads a book. She had a headache when she saw it. When she saw Zhan Lian and didn't answer her, she thought about it. About the **** egg is synonymous with crystal nuclei.

"It's full if it can absorb crystal nuclei. Why waste that food? Wouldn't it be nice to leave the food to Liang Zi and meet them?"

"Let ’s eat, there is no food outside, I have a lot for you!"

"This one......"

Anran stared at the bowl of rice and a pot of bacon on the nightstand by Zhan Lian. The aroma of bacon did awaken the appetite of An Ran, but wouldn't it be too much? Are Tao and Luo Feifan's rations?

"I, I take it out!"

Under the stare of Zhan Lian, Xun Wei was forced to stuff so much rice and bacon, Enron let Zhan Lian hug the baby, coax the child to sleep, and went out with two washbasins.

As soon as I walked outside and looked at it, it turned out that Luo Feifan hadn't had as much rice and bacon as her. Enron was a black line. I put the two washbasins on the table and went by myself. Out of the kitchen, I looked for two normal-sized bowls and two pairs of chopsticks.

Xun Xin lost these things without being surrendered by the survivors who passed by, and Enron even felt a little grateful.

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