Chapter 9: 9

 

Three minutes later, a slight snore was heard. Lu Qiming turned over and rolled away all the quilts. He almost kicked Jiang Miaomiao out of bed.

 

Jiang Miaomiao: …Give my quilt back to me!

 

She grabbed the quilt with her hands and pulled it to her side desperately. She was unable to shake the other party and exhausted almost all her strength.

 

After struggling for most of the night, Jiang Miaomiao managed to snatch back a corner of the quilt. She curled up and fell asleep grievously.

 

In the early morning, the sun shone into the glass windows. Lu Qiming opened his eyes and saw the soft and warm quilt on his body. He couldn't help but stretch out comfortably.

 

The other person had already gotten up and there was a sound of water running in the bathroom.

 

Lu Qiming went down to the floor, folded the quilt and planned to go downstairs to make breakfast.

 

Jiang Miaomiao suddenly opened the door and her petite body blocked his way.

 

He was very grateful for last night's accommodation, so he actively said:

    

“Good morning.”

 

Jiang Miaomiao's face was black, “How do I look?”

 

Lu Qiming leaned over and examined her carefully, and found that her spirit was indeed quite weak. He asked with uncertainty: "Is your great aunt coming again?"

 

“I catch a cold because of you.”

 

The conversation box was opened and she began to talk about him endlessly.

 

“I kindly let you in, but you've treated my bed as your own? What should I cover when the quilt is all over yourself? I can't even pull it back. It was as heavy as a bull. You didn't even wake up when I kicked you. You're really a pig's reincarnation, aren't you?”

 

Lu Qiming was stunned by her scolding for a while. She got tired and stopped talking. Lu Qiming quickly apologized.

 

“I don't usually do that, maybe I was too tired yesterday. I promise not to rob your quilt in the future.”

 

Jiang Miaomiao sneered.

 

“I don't care whatever happens to you in the future. Anyways, you won't be sleeping in my bed anymore. You can solve your own sleeping problem.”

 

She didn't sleep well all night. She had a low fever and her head was dizzy. After talking, she went to bed and continued to sleep.

 

Lu Qiming knew that there was something wrong, but didn't clarify it. He went to the kitchen and worked for a long time, and brought a bowl of hot porridge.

 

But even if he broke his mouth, the other party wouldn't open her eyes and pay attention to him.

 

He had to put the porridge on the bedside table and went downstairs to do his own business.

 

Jiang Miaomiao slept until two o'clock in the afternoon. When she woke up, her fever had subsided and her stomach growled.

 

She touched the bowl of porridge. The temperature was cold so she put on her slippers and went downstairs to look for food.

 

Golden half buttocks has been howling since last night, but now he probably got tired and was no longer making noises. He just keeps banging his head against the wall.

 

Little star outside the window was wandering as usual and looked indifferent as it lacked a companion.

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Jiang Miaomiao came to the living room and was about to go to the kitchen when she suddenly saw Lu Qiming squatting by the window with his back to her. She's not sure what he's doing.

 

She walked over curiously and saw him pouring the soil she dug into a large washbasin. The bean saplings were also transferred to that pot and were planted in a proper manner.

 

“You... planted it?”

 

She asked in surprise.

 

Lu Qiming turned his head and his handsome face was covered with mud, but he didn't notice it.

 

“I thought that since you're not feeling well, I worry that no one would take care of it, so I moved it myself.”

 

“Can you make it grow?”

 

“This kind of trivial matter is personal.”

 

He was afraid that she wouldn't believe it so he brought the washbasin over to show her.

 

Jiang Miaomiao also took half a bottle of water. After observing for a long time, she didn't see any problem. She nodded and said:

 

“Okay, you've worked hard.”

 

Lu Qiming asked: “Are you hungry? I left some porridge in the pot for you. The fire hasn't been turned off. I've left a small fire to keep it warm.”

 

She turned her head and saw that there was a pot bubbling white smoke on the stove.

 

Her mood suddenly became extremely complicated, but she quickly reminded herself not to be fooled by this man.

 

Yesterday it was because she was too softhearted and led a wolf into the room, which caused her to catch a cold.

 

Jiang Miaomiao walked over with a straight face and served herself a bowl of porridge.

 

Lu Qiming shrugged, poured some water on the bean saplings and placed it on the window sill.

 

The golden sunlight shining on the green leaves is the most beautiful picture in this apocalypse.

 

After eating, Jiang Miaomiao took out half a bag of soybeans she brought back from the convenience store and figured out how to grow bean sprouts.

 

In primary school, the teacher taught them to soak the beans overnight then prepare some clean soil to cover the swollen beans. Then place the container in a warm, but dark place and wait a few days for the beans to grow.

 

She had tried it before and succeeded, so she was full of confidence.

 

But the problem is, where would she get some soil?

 

After thinking about it, Jiang Miaomiao decided to use tissues instead.

 

It doesn't matter if it's wasted since she has a lot of stocks. If the beans won't grow, they could be fried and eaten.

 

To prevent it from drying, she filled half a bucket of warm water to the bucket filled with soil then she poured all the beans down.

 

The next morning, she drained the water, put a few layers of wet paper towels on the beans then she hid them in a small cabinet under the stove.

 

The process was now complete and all she had to do was to wait for the beans to germinate.

 

Jiang Miaomiao does her own business as usual, she practiced calligraphy, painted and washed the clothes. She couldn't help but take a look at her beans every few minutes.

 

 

Upon seeing this, Lu Qiming couldn't restrain his laugh.
 

“Are you afraid it will run that you have to watch it all the time?”

 

She curled her lips, “I'm afraid that someone will steal it when I'm not paying attention.”

 

“I'm not that bored.”

 

Lu Qiming boiled himself a hot water and carried it in a bucket, “Let's go take a bath.”

 

Jiang Miaomiao looked at him with envy.

 

She also wanted to have a good bath.

 

After the water plantation was destroyed and the electricity in the city was cut off, the electric water heater became useless. And washing could only be done using the poor small pot in the kitchen. At most, half a pot could be boiled at a time.

 

Lu Qiming has thick skin and he can wash from head to toe with half a basin of hot water mixed with cold water.

 

But she can't.

 

It takes at least two buckets of water to wash her hair and to take a bath. The small pot can't supply it.

 

Therefore these days, she hasn't taken a real bath. She just squats in the bathroom and wiped her body with a towel.

 

Jiang Miaomiao sighed and turned to look at the bean sprouts on the window sill.
 

It's been two or three days since she planted it. Why is it still half dead? Could it be that there aren't enough nutrients in the soil?

 

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Half an hour later, Lu Qiming walked out with his hair still wet and saw Jiang Miaomiao waving at him.

 

“Come here.”

    

“What for?”

 

She pointed at the bean sprouts, “Apply some fertilizer.”


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Lu Qiming: “...What are you talking about?”

 

“You know what I mean. Don't be silly.”

 

He pouted and refused.

 

“No, it's disgusting.”

 

“What did you say when I said that it was disgusting to use my menstrual blood?” Jiang Miaomiao used his own tactics to him, “Anyways, since it should be thrown away, it's better to make use of it.”

 

“This is for eating.”

 

“That's what farm manure is like. Others pour manure into the vegetable field and you still enjoy eating it. Stop dawdling and hurry up.”

 

She was so anxious that she seemed to want to pick up his pants.

 

Lu Qiming had no choice but to return to the bathroom with the bean sprouts and came out after pouring it with his urine.
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“Here.”

 

Jiang Miaomiao pinched her nose and said, “Put it there. Why are you giving it to me? It's dirty.”

 

It's already unreasonable of her to ask him to fertilize it, but she even said that his urine was dirty.

 

Lu Qiming shook his head and put the bean sprouts back on the window sill.

 

 

Jiang Miaomiao was expecting it to grow since then. However, the leaves turned yellow the next day.

 

“Your urine is poisonous!”


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Poof—

 

The porridge in Lu Qiming's mouth sprayed on the table.

 

“You are poisonous.”

 

“How could they wither if your urine is not poisonous? They are dying.”

 

“I didn't want to pee, but you insisted. You're the one who killed them.”

 

Jiang Miaomiao did not believe in evil so she quickly watered it in hope to dilute Lu Qiming's poisonous urine.


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However, it's a pity that the leaves of the bean sprouts fell off in the afternoon and their rods rolled up. They didn't even last until the evening.

 

The bean sprouts that she had high hopes for were gone and she can only put the rest of her hopes on the remaining bean seedlings.

 

Fortunately, the latter did not disappoint her and within two days after planting it, a lot of small shoots appeared.

 

She was very excited and moved the bean sprouts into her room. She specifically told Lu Qiming to stay away from it, especially his urine.


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Lu Qiming doesn't know whether to laugh or cry, “I really don't have this kind of hobby.”

 

Jiang Miaomiao concentrated on guarding this pot of treasure. On the fifth day, the bean sprouts had grown to a considerable height.

 

She picked it up and stared at it with a sacred look and excitement. She sautéed it in the pan with oil and salt as seasoning. After two minutes, she put it on the dining table and a fresh fragrance filled the entire living room.

 

This was the only fresh vegetable in the Villa this month.

 

Lu Qiming has been working in the basement and came out after smelling it.

 

When he was still hesitating whether he should pass, Jiang Miaomiao took the initiative to beckon at him. She gave him a bowl and personally put a pair of chopsticks into his bowl.

 

He sat down and counted them, and he smiled bitterly.

 

“Five bean sprouts, so generous of you ah.”

 

Jiang Miaomiao lifted her chin, “What's wrong with five sprouts? Other people may not have eaten it yet. If it weren't for my wit that day and took the soybeans back, we won't be having it today.”

 

He nodded and ate the precious bean sprouts one by one. He looked at Jiang Miaomiao who was immersed in eating the delicious food without lifting her head and said:

 

"I'm guessing that in a week, a big wave of zombies will arrive. Our food has bottomed out and we need to go to the supermarket."

 

Jiang Miaomiao finished her last bite and closed her eyes to savor the aftertaste of the vegetable.

 

Lu Qiming reached out and pinched her cheeks, “Don't swallow your saliva secretly and let's talk about business.”

 

She opened her eyes in dismay, “Okay, you go. But before you go, remember to take golden half buttocks because I don't want to commit suicide getting bitten by it.”

 

Lu Qiming frowned, “You don't want to live that much?”

 

“I just know my abilities. I may not even beat a wild cat, how much more to fight thousands of zombies? You're just kidding yourself.”

 

She stood up and said, "It's our fate that we had lived together for this long. If you want to leave, I won't stop you. You can take whatever you need in the house. I only have one request, leave me alone."

 

She wiped her mouth, threw the tissue and went upstairs.

 

Lu Qiming looked at her back and said, “What if I'm eighty percent sure that we'll come back safe from the supermarket?”

 

Jiang Miaomiao stopped and looked back.

    

“Tell me about it.”

 

He got up and walked to the door of the utility room. He unlocked it and said:

 

“Zombies mainly rely on their sense of smell to determine whether the other party is human or not. As long as we disguise ourselves as zombies, we will not attract their attention.”

 

When the door was opened, golden half buttocks was quietly lying on the ground. Hearing some movements, he immediately struggled again.

 

Lu Qiming raised an eyebrow at Jiang Miaomiao and seemed to be askingㅡDo you want to try it?


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She still hesitated, “Are you sure it'll work?”

 

“Otherwise, how do you think I came to this house safely?”

 

Jiang Miaomiao suddenly recalled that he was covered in blood that day.

 

But she was timid and refused to believe it without seeing it with her own eyes.

 

“You sound so sure, try showing it to me first.”

 

Lu Qiming said that there's no problem. Not sure where he got his knife and used it to cut golden half buttocks' fat ankle.

 

The thick black blood slowly flowed out and he wiped it on his body, not letting off every inch of his skin.

 

Jiang Miaomiao was disgusted and retreated to the door.

 

A few minutes later, Lu Qiming was covered with zombie blood and his mouth and nose were covered with a towel. He asked Jiang Miaomiao to come and see. He then picked up the knife and cut a hole in the sheet on golden half buttocks' face.

 

Its huge nostrils moved and golden half buttocks clearly heard their movements, but couldn't smell the breath of a living person. After searching for a long time, it rushed towards Jiang Miaomiao and opened its mouth.

 

Lu Qiming slowly wiped the blood off the blade.

 

"Do you believe me now?"

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