Bai Xiqin looked at Leng Yebai and Zhang Yiming in front of her, flirting and bantering, and she couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit out of place.
Maybe she should leave?
"How about we change the topic?"
Bai Yifan always felt that Brother Zhang’s eyes were too bright, as if he was about to draw a knife any minute.
Both big brothers were terrifying.
Zhang Yiming lowered his head, expressionless, shoveling food into his mouth.
Leng Yebai, with no change in expression, continued picking up dishes.
On the surface, everything seed harmonious, but in reality, they both wanted to kill each other.
Bai Yifan felt that since he made the atmosphere go cold, it was up to him to warm things up.
"Why hasn’t Tangtang co down to eat yet?" Bai Yifan turned to ask Fan Liping.
"He doesn’t eat what we eat," Fan Liping replied.
Seeing Fan Tangtang appear before his eyes again and calling them mom and dad, he was already satisfied.
Fan Liping didn’t think there was anything wrong with him becoming a zombie, and he was even grateful for this apocalypse.
When it ca to what Fan Tangtang ate, he chose to ignore it.
Fan Tangtang eats at.
Sotis it’s animal flesh and blood, sotis it’s...
But it didn’t affect his love for his son.
Bai Yifan glanced at Brother Zhang, wanting to speak but hesitating.
"Speak."
A hint of helplessness flashed across Zhang Yiming’s gentle face.
If you want to ask sothing, just ask!
He wouldn’t answer everyone’s questions.
And not every youngster is Bai Xiqin’s brother.
"I want to ask, can you taste the flavors?"
Bai Yifan watched Zhang Yiming eating, bite after bite, and felt that sothing was off.
Normal people should eat slowly and chew carefully, but Brother Zhang was wolfing down his food, even chewing and swallowing bones as if effortlessly.
His biting force was astonishing.
"No."
Zhang Yiming shook his head expressionlessly, his mouth crunching on the big bone from the pork knuckle Leng Yebai had given him.
"Then... you." Bai Yifan watched Zhang Yiming chewing the bone, his teeth ached intensely.
If you can’t taste it, why eat?
"It’s not good to have an empty stomach either," Zhang Yiming said.
Fan Tangtang was young, and eating normal food was like swallowing a sponge for zombies.
Without any flavor.
For Zhang Yiming, he had great self-control, and his strength was much greater than Fan Tangtang’s.
The more powerful the zombie, the higher their control over their own body.
He could handle taking in so human food to fill his stomach.
"Can I be a bit more presumptuous and ask sothing else?"
Bai Yifan’s small eyes were filled with big questions.
He looked like a curious baby.
"You can." Zhang Yiming nodded.
After all, he was a young mber of the Bai family.
There was nothing impertinent about it.
"You eat so much... is pooping still normal?" Bai Yifan finally asked the question he had in mind.
Zhang Yiming: "..."
You really are presumptuous.
"What nonsense are you talking about! We’re eating!" Bai Anhai gave Bai Yifan’s head a good slap, "Can’t you wait until after the al to ask?"
... Though he was also curious.
Zhang Yiming: ... Finish eating quickly and leave!
Bai Yifan shrank his neck, grinning at Zhang Yiming, then buried his head in his al.
In a friendly atmosphere, the al finally ended.
Crunch, crunch.
Zhang Yiming held the bone from the big pork knuckle, chewing it crisply.
The table was wiped clean, and everyone was seated on the sofa, enjoying the peace brought by the al.
Crunch, crunch.
Zhang Yiming continued to chew on the bone.
His sunlit face, clean and tidy casual wear, and pristine sneakers.
Zhang Yiming was the epito of goodness personified to the fullest.
Except for the bone in his mouth.
Crunch, crunch.
The bone turned to bits in Zhang Yiming’s mouth before he swallowed them all.
"Brother Zhang, you’re amazing!" Bai Yifan gave Zhang Yiming a thumbs-up, then delicately asked, "Our toilet has never been clogged, right?"
Zhang Yiming: ... Why haven’t you left yet?
Crunch, crunch, Zhang Yiming finished the bone in a few bites, sitting on the sofa dazed.
Pretending to be deep in thought, in reality, avoiding the question.
"Brother Zhang?"
Bai Yifan waved his hand in front of Zhang Yiming.
Zhang Yiming stared ahead blankly, continuing to be in a daze.
Pretending not to see.
Bai Yifan touched his nose, maybe this question was indeed too presumptuous.
"Brother Zhang, what kind of zombie girlfriend do you like?" Bai Yifan leaned over again, changing the topic.
Zombie girlfriends and such, he could capture them, capture them in exchange for milk powder.
Zhang Yiming looked at Bai Yifan, faintly able to see the resemblance between Bai Yifan’s eyebrows and Bai Xiqin.
They were born of the sa parents, but why was there such a gap in intelligence?
"Why are you looking at like that? Could it be..." Bai Yifan took a deep breath.
He didn’t expect Brother Zhang to have such a hobby!
Zhang Yiming turned his head, ignoring Bai Yifan.
Even if they ca from the sa parents, there’s still a possibility of being switched at birth.
Or a genetic mutation.
The sun started to shift from the center toward the west.
Ti to leave.
As they were leaving, Zhang Yiming gave Bai Yifan two cans of luxurious milk powder.
This youngster had a bit of a ntal block, better to send more milk powder to supplent him!
Zhang Yiming and the Fan Family of four escorted the Bai Family to the village entrance where the bus was parked.
Under the sunset’s glow, warm sunshine embraced Zhang Yiming and the Fan Family.
Even Grandpa Fan’s decaying face looked much softer.
"Goodbye, little brother! Make sure to co over and play when you can!"
Fan Tangtang looked wistfully at Bai Yifan inside the bus, his eyes full of disappointnt.
He had waited so long, and still hadn’t seen little brother’s sister beat up Brother Zhang.
How disappointing!
Little brother’s sister seed strong; if she beat Brother Zhang, she would definitely win!
Fan Tangtang pouted, feeling downcast to the point of tears.
He really wanted to see Brother Zhang get beaten up!
"Gra~nd-pa~"
The elderly zombie also bid farewell to the Bai Family, uttering not goodbye, but a sound that would lower his son’s status.
Fan Liping looked up to the sky, the sky was so blue!
Bai Xiqin realized after boarding the bus that she hadn’t told Zhang Yiming so things yet!
Zhang Yiming and Fan Tangtang were both High Rank zombies, retaining human mories and thoughts, which would surely make them subjects of that organization’s research.
Bai Xiqin rolled down the window, waving at Zhang Yiming.
Zhang Yiming was stunned, and after realizing it was him being called, he trotted over to the bus window.
Sunshine fell softly on Bai Xiqin’s face, seemingly carrying a starry glow, lighting up the path ahead of him.
"Is there anything else?" Zhang Yiming smiled gently, his voice warm.
Crunch, crunch.
Leng Yebai, crunching on a sugarcane he pulled out from sowhere, stood straight behind Bai Xiqin, glaring fiercely at Zhang Yiming.
Zhang Yiming completely ignored Leng Yebai, blocking him out.
"Captain Zhu from the safe base is raising a zombie nad Xiao Song at a computer city not far from here," Bai Xiqin whispered, "He’s been feeding survivors to the zombie. If you’re not squeamish, you should take him in as a little brother!"
This zombie Xiao Song was special to Captain Zhu and would surely prove useful in the future.
Captain Zhu was connected to that mysterious organization and couldn’t be killed directly; they could only slowly uncover his secrets.
If Zhang Yiming could control zombies and help manage them for a while, it would be great.
"Okay!" Zhang Yiming nodded gently.
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