CH 11

The four pots of water are still not enough and there's not much left after washing her hair.

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The dirt on her body hasn't been washed yet and when Jiang Miaomiao was ready to use cold water, Lu Qiming knocked on the door.

“What? I haven't finished washing yet.” She grabbed her hair and looked up.

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Lu Qiming said: “I've brought more water for you.”

She wrapped her body in a bath towel and opened the door. The other party closed his eyes and brought in another bucket of hot water. Then he closed the door and asked:

“I'm cooking. What do you want to eat?”

Jiang Miaomiao thought about the things they brought from the supermarket, “Fried ham with bean sprouts and stewed kelp with bacon.”

Lu Qiming groaned and went downstairs.

Jiang Miaomiao poured the cold water into the bucket. Thinking that the other party didn't even care to wipe his face when they came back and was still covered with blood while he boiled the water for her, she felt a bit sorry that he would also cook for her.

She will just treat him better in the future. At this time, it's not easy to meet someone whom you could share your troubles with.

With this new bucket of water, she took a big bath comfortably, even her fingernails were washed clean and fresh.

Jiang Miaomiao put on a new set of clothes and she felt alive again. She wiped her hair with a towel and went downstairs. As soon as she opened the door, she smelled the unique salty aroma of bacon.

She took a deep breath and saw Lu Qiming standing by the stove while staring at the pot and said:

"I'll do it, you go take a shower."

Lu Qiming turned around and saw her still dripping hair.

“Your hair hasn't dried yet.”

“Without electricity, the hair blower can't be used. The only way is to let it dry slowly.”

He think for a moment then opened the pot and said to her:

“Stretched out your head.”

Jiang Miaomiao: “???”

“Let's dry your hair with the fire.”

“...Are you kidding me? What if it's burned?“

“Roasting technique. I invented it and no one would dare to copy.”

He said it with assurance and her hair was still wet and it felt a bit uncomfortable.

Jiang Miaomiao wavered then stretched her head forward and warned him: “If you burn my hair, I won't spare you.”

“Rest assured.”

Lu Qiming held her long hair in both hands and placed it about 30 centimeters away from the fire. She's at a distance where she could feel enough heat without being scorched while he continuously tossed her hair over.

Jiang Miaomiao could smell the gas and looked at the flickering flames. She feels that the fire would burn her head in any minute.

Lu Qiming spoke: “There's a white smoke coming from above your head.”

He couldn't help laughing, “It's water vapor, you fool.”

She blushed and pinched his thin waist.

Lu Qiming gasped in pain, but he still didn't let go. He looked at her long black hair and mumbled:

“It's troublesome to keep a long hair at this time. It's better to shave your head.”

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“It's none of your business if I'm keeping my hair long.”

“I'm worried that the nutrients you eat would be sucked away by your hair and your brain will become malnourished.”

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It took Jiang Miaomiao a second to realize that he was insulting her. She angrily pushed him away.

”Get lost and stop roasting my hair!”

Her hair fell down and a part of it instantly got caught on fire.

Lu Qiming's eyes and hands were quite fast. He held it back and pinched her earlobe.

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“Don't mess around. Alright, I'll stop talking.”

Then he shut up and focused on drying her hair.

More than ten minutes later, her hair was dried and Lu Qiming went upstairs to take a bath. Jiang Miaomiao moved the pot back and continued to cook the soup. She smelled her hair from time to time and thought that it smells like burned chicken feathers.

It didn't take long for all the dishes to come out from the pot.

A plate of fried ham with bean sprouts, a plate of fried black fungus and a bowl of kelp soup with bacon.

There's also a jar of Laoganma brought back from the supermarket.

It's super rich!

She couldn't wait for Lu Qiming who was still taking a bath anymore. She picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

But after taking a bite, she heard someone complaining on the stairs.

“I've worked hard for so long, but you didn't even wait for me.”

Jiang Miaomiao looked up and forgot to chew.

Lu Qiming washed his body and revealed his original wheat colored skin. His hair hadn't been trimmed for ages that it grew past his eyes. He combed his hair back and left a few stubborn strands dangling in front of his eyebrows.

He was wearing a simple and plain white short sleeved T-shirt and a black pajamas with a pair of sandals.

This was what all the unclear on the street loves to wear in summer, but he looks slender and tall with this kind of style and he's exuding a feeling like she's in a bamboo forest.

Where did that wretched guy, who used to wear floral printed panties go?

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He is now comparable to that little star.

Lu Qiming who was unaware of her thoughts walked to the table in a lazy manner and grabbed a piece of ham and put it in his mouth. He chewed and frowned.

“It's still a little salty. I should soak it in water before frying it next time...What are you looking at?”

“Nothing.”

Jiang Miaomiao withdrew her gaze and bowed her head to eat, but she couldn't help asking halfway through their meal:

“What did you do before?”

Lu Qiming continued to eat and said casually:

“Chef.”

“Your cooking skills are mediocre.”

“Er...I rob banks.”

“Which robber doesn't even have a gun?”

He raised his eyes, “Why do you suddenly care about my job? Even if I used to be a death row inmate, it has nothing to do with this right now.”

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Like golden half buttocks, who's definitely a nouveau riche with a Mercedes Benz and was also an internet celebrity during his lifetime.

But now, he's locked up in the utility room and was treated as their blood packs.

Jiang Miaomiao said, “I'm just worried…”

He's good looking, had a strong physical strength, never afraid to speak his mind and very decisive. When coaxing people, he's mouth could be as sweet as honey and when he's angry, it could soar through the heavens.

Rich ladies liked this type of beautiful little goblin.

“Are you really not a small white face being kept by someone?”

Lu Qiming: “...”

She felt that she hit the nail.

“It doesn't matter. I won't laugh at you, it's all about making money, you don't have to be embarrassed…”

Lu Qiming grabbed his chopsticks and knocked it on her head, “Nonsense, just eat your food!”

Jiang Miaomiao covered her head and burst into tears.

“You're obviously guilty!”

Lu Qiming sneered, “If I really do this kind of thing, I've already eaten you up.”

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Thinking about this, Jiang Miaomiao was really a little scared, she pulled her collar and looked at him with caution.

He sighed and shook his head, he's too lazy to care about her. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

She also quickly picked up her chopsticks. Then it looks like they were having a match, you're-fast-but-I'm-faster and they finished eating a meal good for four people.

After eating, they lay on the sofa and no one wanted to move.

Jiang Miaomiao kicked his thigh.

“Go wash the dishes.”

Lu Qiming whispered, “I can't stand or move.”

“I can't also stand so I won't wash it.”

“Why don't you do it?”

After pushing around for about half an hour, no one moved an inch.

Jiang Miaomiao was so full that she burped and glimpsed at the cart full of things next to her, wondering what have they brought back, she checked them out while covering her heavy stomach.

Quilts, a few pieces of clothes and pants.

A dozen of men and women's underwear.

Two bottles of 500ML shampoo and a bottle of shower gel. More than twenty small breads and five bottles of cow's milk.

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A large bunch of sausages, a whole ham, five salted fish, four bacon and two packs of dried salted duck.

A handful of kelp, three packs of roasted seaweed, two packs of black fungus and a pack of tea mushrooms.

A plate of six salted duck eggs and a plate of eight thousand preserved eggs.

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Four bottles of chili sauce, seven or eight packs of hot pickled mustard.

Also these small packs of...

They forgot to charge the flashlight and the light was a bit dim. Jiang Miaomiao took a closer look, Lu Qiming spoke:

“It's seeds.”

“Seeds?"

“En, take a look. I got all the lettuce seeds, cucumber seeds, tomato seeds and radish seeds.”

She was embarrassed: “Are you going to plant them?”

“Why not?”

These are not like bean sprouts that could be eaten in a few days. These seeds will at least take a few months to grow.

They can't tell whether they would still be alive or dead by then.

But if they won't get bitten by zombies, they can live in this Villa and grow vegetables for their own consumption. They can also go to the supermarket to get meat and rice. Having food and drink to survive seems not bad.

There's a red bayberry tree planted in the yard next door and when the summer comes, it can be eaten.

Thinking about it, Jiang Miaomiao couldn't help smacking her lips.

Lu Qiming came over and looked at her, ”What are you doing licking your lips while holding my underwear?”

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She looked down and hurriedly threw it away in disgust.

“Take all your things away.”

Qiming Lu shrugged and said while sorting out his things:

“I have to go to the supermarket to get something tomorrow, but you don't have to tag along.”

”Why?”

“You're too slow and I still have to spend my energy taking care of you.

Jiang Miaomiao wanted to refute, but thinking about what had happened today, she lost her confidence and said coldly: “Do as you please.”

Lu Qiming walked upstairs holding the quilt and clothes. When he was about to step on the last step, he suddenly turned back:

“I believe we can survive that wave of zombies and continue to live.”

His tone was much heavier than usual and he doesn't sound like he's joking. He looked like he was about to face a tremendous situation.

Jiang Miaomiao had no idea of ​​that so-called zombie wave, but was infected by him, she solemnly stood up and nodded.

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He smiled and walked into his bedroom, closed the door and went to bed.

Jiang Miaomiao put some good things back in her room. Probably because she went to the supermarket and was so excited that she couldn't fall asleep. She kept tossing and turning, her eyes were still open in the middle of the night. She went downstairs to rip a few packs of seeds.

It's spring now and it is suitable for planting seeds.

It doesn't matter how long she can live, she will plant each of every seed.

She found a small washbasin and put a tissue on it. She sprinkled the seeds evenly on the paper towels, covered it with another layer of paper towels, she then slowly poured warm water until the paper towels were all soaked that she stopped watering the seeds.

After putting the washbasin beside the warm stove, she went to check the bean sprouts she had planted before.

Because they were reluctant to eat them all at once, some have grown leaves and are not suitable for eating anymore.

She picked up all the young ones and prepared the bacon for stir-frying tomorrow, pondering whether to get some new soil.

This time, she needs to get a little more. In case the vegetable seeds would germinate, those seeds will also need soil.

After a long and busy day of work, Jiang Miaomiao returned to bed and felt a little different when she closed her eyes.

Over this long course of zombie outbreak, she would be satisfied just to get through every day, but for the first time, she hoped and longed for the future.

She hoped to live longer and eat the vegetables she personally planted.

Because she slept too late, she woke up at noon the next day.

After washing, Jiang Miaomiao went down the stairs and saw that the living room was empty.

“Lu Qiming.”

She shouted, but no one answered. She opened the lids of the saucepans on the stove and saw the hot fried rice with ham and the kelp soup.

She guessed that Lu Qiming had set off to the supermarket.

She was eating alone, without his noises and fussiness around, she suddenly felt a little bored.

What should she do in the afternoon? She didn't want to practice calligraphy again.

After finishing her meal, Jiang Miaomiao took out the washbasin and looked at it.

There were no changes in the seeds and she doesn't know if they could be used.

She sighed, put the seeds back and saw in her peripheral vision the several bags in the cabinet.

She took the flour she had hoarded before.

There's an oven in the Villa and she bought flour, intending to personally make bread. Who knows that she won't be able to use the generator, so it hasn't come in handy until now.

Doesn't she have bean sprouts and bacon? How about making dumplings?

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Jiang Miaomiao looked at the white flour and was about to get started.

There's just one problem.

She doesn't know how to make dumplings.

T/N: small white face - pretty boy or gigolo

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