Wasteland Farming, Manual for Raising Human Cubs

Chapter 1 Hello, Dad
Three years after being transported to this wasteland world where food was scarce, plants and animals mutated, and human civilization was waiting to be rebuilt, Zhao Xiaoxiu ate meat for the first time.

Still delicious barbecue.

And the source of the meat is the tentacles of the living father.

In a small compartment surrounded by wooden boards and plastic.

Three-year-old Zhao Xiaoxiu sat on a small children's stool given by a kind neighbor, looking with curious eyes at the tall man who was busy at the stove.

This man is her father Zhao Gang, but he has now turned into a monster covered with tentacles.

Those blood-red tentacles danced happily in the air, licking the ceiling, plastic foam walls, and all the objects in the house, and sticky liquid hung all over the room.

Zhao Xiaoxiu gave it a new and accurate name in her heart - living dad.

Huo Die was cooking for her when he grabbed a tentacle that was swinging around behind him, pressed it on the chopping board, and chopped it off with a "duang!" sound.

The highest-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods.

Clean, cut into pieces, and light a fire.

“Sizzle, sizzle.”

The piece of meat was roasted over the charcoal fire, releasing shiny oil, and was brought to Zhao Xiaoxiu.

Zhao Gang opened his pair of vertical pupils and urged in a mechanical voice: "Xiaoxiu, eat."

It has been thirteen years since the end of the world, and the survivors have long forgotten what uncontaminated fresh meat tastes like.

Not to mention that they have been relying on the base's relief nutrient solution, and the diet only includes sweet and salty paste of human cubs.

Zhao Xiaoxiu held the bowl of meat handed to her by her father in her little hands, tears streaming down her face.

After hesitating for only half a second, he buried his entire little face in the plastic bowl and devoured it.

The world of monsters is different from that of humans. In Zhao Gang's eyes, the cubs were happy because of the food, and colorful bubbles of light appeared on their bodies, which was beautiful beyond words.

The tentacles hidden in his body stretched out all at once in excitement.

Zhao Xiaoxiu's eyes bulged in horror for a moment, but she soon stretched out her tongue with satisfaction to curl the lingering meaty aroma at the corner of her mouth.

Behind the living dad are flying blood-red tentacles, the tips of the tentacles are full of fangs, and there are blood-red eyeballs inside, but what does that matter?
Follow him and you will have meat to eat!

Zhao Xiaoxiu, who had never eaten enough, experienced the feeling of being full for the first time in her life.

A three-year-old child cannot control his body very well. He feels sleepy and yawns frequently after eating.

She glanced at her father who was still hanging from the ceiling. He didn't say anything, but her mind was filled with his excited voice, saying, "Kosode! Kosode! Kosode!"

The three-year-old's eyelids drooped uncontrollably. She ignored the calls of her father in her head, kicked off the patched plastic sandals on her feet, climbed onto the bed with her bare black little feet, and fell asleep hugging the pillow stuffed with hay.

She had a dream.

In the dream, her irresponsible father took away the children's relief nutrient solution given to her by the base this month, and left her alone and rushed out the door.

Then, the blood-stained father was thrown back by the thugs in the arena. He lay motionless on the ground, and the tiny Zhao Xiaoxiu stood beside him. The man's 1.92-meter-tall body seemed to become extremely huge, as if it would fill the entire room.

A sharp, flesh-like object, not sure if it was a tentacle or something else, pierced through his heart and into his old gray vest. With a whoosh, it raised its tiny blood-red body and stood in front of Zhao Xiaoxiu.

The fleshy bud on the top suddenly blossomed, and a circle of tiny thorny fangs exploded. The red and white mesh blood eye in the middle, as big as a glass marble, stared at her and whirred around.

Immediately afterwards, countless blood-red flesh tentacles extended from his body, and soon he lost his human form.

His head was wrapped in a mass of red meat-like thorny tentacles, and his hands and feet were bent randomly in a piece of flesh and blood at an extremely twisted angle.

The pool of blood was like surging mud, spreading to every corner of the room in a very short time.

Zhao Xiaoxiu was forced into a corner by these bloody flesh tentacles.

Looking up, the entire ceiling was a wriggling blood-red, accompanied by an indescribable strong fishy smell.

She screamed, she was scared, she wanted to wake up, she shouted: Daddy! Daddy!

But she was so full from the barbecue in the afternoon that she couldn't wake up.
When she was half asleep, something wrapped up her shivering little body, as if she was back in her mother's belly. She was warm all around and felt safe.

The nightmare faded and she gradually fell into a peaceful sleep.

The night faded away and the sky turned pale.

Zhao Xiaoxiu slept very comfortably. Before opening her eyes, she yawned contentedly and then stretched.

Gulu rolled over and climbed up with a head of messy fine hair.

There was a blood-red scene before her eyes, and countless wriggling tentacles wrapped around her small body. When she moved, they moved too, always keeping her wrapped. When they stuck to her, they were incredibly gentle.

From the outside, it seemed that Zhao Xiaoxiu was not in the cramped little house at all.

All that could be seen was a mass of indescribable bright red substance, occupying the entire room and reaching up to the ceiling.

The small room could barely accommodate its huge body, and it was squeezed into a cube, making it look somewhat pitiful.

Zhao Xiaoxiu suspected that she was still in a dream.

She closed her eyes again and lay down peacefully.

She got up and opened her eyes. A blood-red flesh flower, bigger than her head, was hissing at her with its mouthful of sharp fangs.

Zhao Xiaoxiu shook her head hard to make herself more sober. She tried to force a smile, revealing a few white and tender teeth, trying her best to be friendly to these horrible big flowers of flesh.

It tilted its head in confusion and slowly shrank back.

All the wriggling tentacles faded away, and the blood red in Zhao Xiaoxiu's eyes gradually disappeared, converging into Zhao Gang.

No, he should be a living father.

Her irresponsible, impoverished biological father was dead.

(End of this chapter)