Chapter 13: 13

 

Lu Qiming thought that in half an hour at most, Jiang Miaomiao would quit after finding it hard and would come back to ask for his help.

 

Then he will be able to extort her in a fair manner.

 

Such as, she will wash the dishes later.

 

Help him do his laundry.

 

And no more jokes about him being a small white face.


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However, things went beyond his expectations. After waiting for an entire morning, Jiang Miaomiao did not come out.

 

Later, the knocking sounds were gone. He couldn't help but go down to check and he saw that in the dark basement, a little white shadow was squatting in the corner and was moving like a ghost.

 

Lu Qiming coughed twice, walked to the shelf and pretended to take something to eat. As he passed by, he glanced at her and deliberately asked:

 

"Did you dig the soil yet?"

 

Jiang Miaomiao got angry when he mentioned this.

 

The city is located in the south and the spring tide is very strong.

 

In order to have a good moisture-proof effect, the owner of the Villa paved a thick layer of moisture-proof floor in the basement. She broke her hands, but failed to make a hole.

 

If she wants to dig soil from here then it will take forever before she can do that.

 

She covered her forehead and sighed deeply.

 

Lu Qiming unpacked a bag of Oreo cookies and ate until his mouth was full of black. He looked like he was chewing charcoal briquettes.

 

"I can help you dig soil in the yard, as long as you promise me a few conditions."

 

Jiang Miaomiao got up and walked out with a cold expression.

    

"No, thank you."

 

He unexpectedly followed.

 

"Aren't you going to grow vegetables?"

 

Nothing is difficult in this world, as long as you are willing to give up.

 

What's the use of trying to force out some vegetables? When Lu Qiming leaves and when she ran out of food, she wouldn't dare go to the supermarket alone. Nevertheless, it's a dead end.

 

Since this was the case, it's better to lie down comfortably and wait for death.

 

The word “struggle” had nothing to do with her since the day that she was born.

 

Jiang Miaomiao figured out a good idea. She washed her hands, lay on a chair and turned over the supermarket promotional brochure.

 

She had previously brought this back from the supermarket in the passing and has many products printed on it.

 

Although many commodities are simply unavailable today, it's pretty cool to look at the things she's craving.

 

Oranges are three yuan a kilo? It's really cheap. At that time, she should've eaten three to five pounds for a whole night.

 

Three kilos of pineapple for ten yuan? Oh My God! It's almost free. Why hasn't she paid attention to this before?

 

Eggs cost seven yuan. Wooo... She hasn't eaten poached eggs in a long time.

 

In order to satisfy her desire for food, Jiang Miaomiao took a few bottles of chewing gum.

 

She can't eat orange and pineapple, but she can eat orange and pineapple flavored gum.

 

After coming out of the basement, Lu Qiming went to his bedroom to fill in the gaps. After more than an hour, he came out to cook lunch and saw her leisurely flipping through the booklet while chewing a gum in her mouth and blowing big bubbles from time to time.

 

He washed and cooked the rice. He saw that the seeds had sprouted and asked:

 

"Are you really not going to plant them? They are all sprouting and it would be a waste."

 

"Just let them get wasted. It's alright, since there are a lot of commodities on the street that nobody manages anyways."

 

"You'll have fresh vegetables to eat when you grow them."

 

"I can't tell who's going to live longer and I'm thinking about the unexpected." 

 

Lu Qiming nodded, "Okay. If you don't want to, I won't throw it away."


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Jiang Miaomiao's action of turning the brochure paused and she held back her heartache.

 

"Throw it."

 

With a clatter, the seeds were thrown into the trash can along with the wet tissues.

 

Lu Qiming cut some vegetables for cooking. His series of actions became more and more proficient, and he soon made two dishes.

 

After eating, he took a short break and sat on the window sill with his long legs bent while nibbling a pack of sunflower seeds with pecan flavor.

 

After the failed dumplings yesterday, Jiang Miaomiao's fighting spirit rose and she was determined to eat the food she made before she died.

 

The dumplings were too difficult. She weighed the matter for a long time and decided to make pancakes.

 

This is simple. She had seen others make it before. Just add water to the flour, add salt, add the ingredients according to your preferences, such as leeks, eggs, etc. and wait for the pot to heat up and pour it in.

 

There were no leeks and eggs on hand, and the bean sprouts had all been eaten up. Thus, she soaked a handful of black fungus, cut them into shreds, poured them into flour with shredded ham and stirred it with water.

 

The amount of water is the key point, so she can't be careless.

 

Jiang Miaomiao concentrated like she's taking exams and carefully poured the water.

 

Lu Qiming made a cynical remark while eating sunflower seeds: "Don't try so hard, you are not made to do this kind of thing."

 

She got disheartened when she heard this and turned around to roar:

 

"Shut up! And stop nibbling, are you a hamster?"

 

Lu Qiming felt wronged and returned to his room with the sunflower seeds.

 

When it was finally quiet, Jiang Miaomiao turned the flour into a paste, heated the pan, applied a thin layer of oil and poured the batter.

 

As soon as the batter touched the hot oil, it sizzled and made small bubbles. The edges became solid visible to the naked eye.

 

She was afraid of burning it and flipped it in a hurry. However, her time control wasn't good and she flipped it too early, which caused the batter to fall apart and eventually became a half-baked sticky lump.

 

 

Jiang Miaomiao tasted it and frowned. She picked up the spatula and fried another one.

 

Again!

 

Lu Qiming took a nap in his room and was awakened by a sweet smell, it evoked his curiosity to go down.

 

Jiang Miaomiao sat next to the dining table, looking at him proudly and in front of her was a white porcelain plate with a few pancakes of different sizes on it.

 

He pretended not to know anything, "What did you make? Pancakes? It looks good."

 

"Of course. Someone said that I wasn't made to do this kind of thing and I will prove to him that such trivial things are not a problem for me."

 

"Really?" Lu Qiming glanced at the trash can that was full again, shrugged his shoulders and reached for a piece.

 

Jiang Miaomiao slapped his fingers with chopsticks.

 

"Who said that you can take it? This is mine."

 

He retracted his hand from the pain and his face wrinkled.

 

"Isn't there a friendship between us, can't you share some?"

 

"Of course, I will. After all, I asked someone to help me dig some soil, but got rejected. It can be said that there's no place for friendships."

 

Lu Qiming knew that she was mocking him, he said with embarrassment: "Didn't I say to dig it for you later, but you don't want to?"

 

"Why should I ask if you don't want to do it?"

 

Jiang Miaomiao picked up the plate and turned it twice in front of him. He can smell but he can't eat. She went upstairs to eat the food alone.

 

Looking at the remaining flour and ingredients, Lu Qiming also wanted to make pancakes and let her see what the real good craftsmanship is.

 

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But the gaps in the windows have not been covered yet and it's important to do the right thing first.

 

It took him almost three days to fill the gaps in the entire Villa. Unless the window was opened, no wind could penetrate.

 

In the same way, the smell inside cannot be transmitted and it has become a small world isolated from the rest of the world.

 

Jiang Miaomiao looked at the dark house and couldn't help telling him: "You have to restore it for me before you leave, understand?"

 

She's not a bat and her mood would become worse if she can't bask in the sun for too long.

 

It’s already the end of the world and if you get depression or something, you can no longer live.

 

Lu Qiming couldn't help shaking his head.

 

"If you haven't met me, you won't be able to live the next day when the zombie wave comes."

 

She rolled her eyes, "If I hadn't met you, I may not yet have eaten up all those things to now."

 

No one can say which of the two was right. They gave each other a middle finger and they found something to do to pass the time.

 

They can't completely go outside of the Villa and can only engage in indoor activities.

 

Lu Qiming also started to knead dough, not knowing what to do.

 

 

Jiang Miaomiao wasn't expecting him to share it with her. She walked around with a flashlight and decided to open the door to check on golden half buttocks.

 

Golden half buttocks was really miserable.

 

When he became a zombie, half of his butt was bitten off and these days he has been bleeding for them. He was so weak that he had lost his face.

 

On the part that it helped them a lot, Jiang Miaomiao chopped a piece of bacon and threw it to him.

 

If it's willing to eat something else to survive, she may be able to keep it as a pet.

 

But golden half buttocks didn't give her a face. He sniffed the bacon and turned away his face in disgust.

 

"You deserve to be hungry if you don't eat something this delicious."

 

Jiang Miaomiao scolded him and was ready to go out, but she suddenly heard a strange howling in the distance.

 

Golden half buttocks also became restless, writhing his body desperately.

 

What is going on? It's not a full moon tonight.

 

She didn't have the guts to stay and fight alone with golden half buttocks. She hurriedly exited and locked the door, and she subconsciously moved closer to Lu Qiming.

 

Lu Qiming had been kneading the dough in the kitchen. At this time, he wasn't kneading. His hands were covered with batter and he stood by the wall with his ears against the wall. He seemed to be listening to something.

 

Jiang Miaomiao walked over and asked, "Did you also hear the movement just now?"

 

He covered her mouth with his hands and wiped her mouth full of batter.

 

"Hush, don't make any noise."

 

In an emergency, it's not right to bicker. Jiang Miaomiao kept quiet and stuck her ears on the wall.

 

They learned what was going on.

 

It seems that something was crawling on the wall, making a slight friction sound.

 

Next to it was a window sealed tightly by Lu Qiming with plastic wrapper and paint.

 

She wanted to go to the other side to listen, but she had just taken two steps forward when a bang was heard and the glass splashed.

 

A bloody hand came from outside of the window and grabbed her shoulder.

 

Jiang Miaomiao exhausted all her energy to hold back a scream and her scared face looked deathly pale.

 

With great strength, she pulled out her hand and the roar of the zombie was so close to her ear.

 

She dragged the window frame and thinking of what might happen next, her tears came out.

 

At a lighting speed, Lu Qiming ran to get a kitchen knife and chopped the zombie's wrist.

 

Its bones are too hard to cut it in one try. He tried again and cut through the radial bone.

 

The bloody hand loosened and fell to the floor. The nutjob was not completely dead and it dragged its broken arm fiercely, and jumped out for half a meter.

 

The zombie screamed outside the window and slammed into the window like a fierce beast.

 

The glass shattered and landed on Jiang Miaomiao's neck. The blood immediately flowed out and dyed her white dress red.

 

She didn't care to wipe the blood. She pulled her legs and ran away.

 

The zombie's strength was so amazing. In the next second, it broke through the window and went in. Its red eyes stared at her, emitting a bloodthirsty light.

 

Lu Qiming picked up the chair she often sits on and used its four legs to hold the zombie's head against the window.

 

Its intact hand was randomly scratching him, leaving some bloody fingerprints.

 

He struggled to withstand the zombie and turned back to Jiang Miaomiao, shouting:

 

"Bring the hot oil on the stove over."

 

Jiang Miaomiao was excessively frightened. Her head was dizzy and she couldn't hear him clearly.

    

"What?"

 

"Oil!"

 

She looked at the stove. Lu Qiming was probably preparing to deep-fry the pancakes. The burning pot of hot oil was already smoking.

 

She quickly brought the oil over, her blood dripping in the hot oil crackled and it seemed to splash out and landed on her arm, but she felt no pain.

 

Back to the window, Jiang Miaomiao doesn't know how to start.

    

"What to do?"

 

Throw it away? Lu Qiming was also here and he will be burned to death.

 

Lu Qiming shouted in a deep voice: "Listen to my command, three...two...one, splash!"

 

The moment it was splashed, he withdrew the chair and used it to block his body. Relying on the length of his legs, he leaped two or three meters away in a blink of an eye.

 

Jiang Miaomiao struggled to splash the oil forward. She turned to run after throwing away the pot.

 

The hot oil was poured all over the zombie's body and its rotten skin resembled a pig's skin thrown into the oil pan. It makes a frying sound and even exudes a burnt smell.

 

Lu Qiming had run to the stove, grabbed the empty plastic bottle used for rolling the dough and lit it with the fire on the gas stove.

 

With a loud bang, the flames skyrocketed.

 

The zombie on fire screamed and vaguely tried to rush in.

 

Lu Qiming used a mop to poke it into its chest and pushed it down the window then it landed on the grass in the yard.

 

It frantically rolled on the ground while bawling and the other zombies became restless, and they all looked at this side.

 

Lu Qiming raised the wooden dining table and used it to block the hole in the window.

 

"Hammer and nails!"

 

Jiang Miaomiao delivered it to his hand and helped him hold the table.

 

He crazily knocked for a while and finally sealed the window.

 

He looked back at Jiang Miaomiao and wanted to tell her that she didn't need to hold it anymore, and that she can take a break, but he saw her covered with blood and looked like a child who seemed to have lost her soul.

 

"Where did you get hurt?" Lu Qiming asked nervously.

 

She pulled down the corner of her mouth, pounced into his arms and cried holding his waist.

 

"Your Father was scared to death... wooh…"

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