In the apocalypse, my weapons can evolve infinitely.

A moment later, Fang Yurou came out of the kitchen carrying the food.

Despite the scarcity of supplies in the apocalypse, she still specially prepared several simple home-style dishes today.

When she carried the food out of the kitchen,

Then he saw his daughter, Fang Zhihua, standing by the window, excitedly looking at the zombies below, intently searching.

Jiang Xun, standing next to her, was inflating the slingshot while smiling at the girl in front of him.

"Hey, hey, hit that fat one."

As if she had finally found her target, Fang Zhihua excitedly stretched out her slender fingers and pointed to a fat zombie below.

Seeing this, Jiang Xun drew back the slingshot to its full extent and aimed it at the zombie.

With a whoosh, the zombie fell to the ground.

"Wow, wow, wow, you bad guy, you're amazing."

After Fang Zhihua finished speaking, she earnestly began searching for her next target. However, the sky had become quite dark by now, and even with the girl's exceptional eyesight,

It's still very difficult to find the target accurately.

Fang Yurou watched as the atmosphere between the two gradually became more harmonious, and a smile finally appeared on her face.

"Stop playing around and come eat."

Fang Yurou softly called out to the two people in front of her.

Upon hearing her mother's voice, Fang Zhihua immediately turned to look at her.

"Wow, is this so plentiful?"

There were now four dishes laid out on the living room table.

Stir-fried green peppers with pork, twice-cooked pork, cucumber salad, pork rib and radish soup.

The staple food is steaming hot white rice.

This time, Jiang Xun took out one-third of the one cubic meter of food that the system had given him last time, so it was naturally incredibly plentiful.

Jiang Xun found Fang Yurou's cooking delicious and sincerely praised it:

"I never expected Yu Rou to be such a good cook."

"Hmph, that's right, my mom is an amazing cook, I love her cooking the most."

Upon hearing Jiang Xun's words, Fang Zhihua immediately chimed in, her tone filled with pride and self-satisfaction.

Fang Yurou was overjoyed to receive praise from both of them.

"Oh, it's just home-cooked food, nothing special. Go wash your hands and come eat after you've washed them."

After washing his hands, Jiang Xun sat down at the table.

Fang Yurou's dining table is rectangular, with each side accommodating two people.

After Jiang Xun sat down, Fang Yurou originally wanted to sit next to him to get closer to him.

But unexpectedly, Fang Zhihua, who had quickly washed her hands, sat down in front of Jiang Xun first.

She seemed to be deliberately preventing the other person from getting close to her mother.

After doing that, he even made a face at Jiang Xun.

This left Fang Yurou both amused and exasperated, while also stirring up a unique emotion within her.

This is a warm feeling called home.

Jiang Xun enjoyed the meal immensely. Even before the apocalypse, even when he had a girlfriend before the apocalypse, he had never had such a comfortable and proper home-cooked meal.

His previous girlfriends either demanded that he take them out for fancy meals or that they buy him expensive bags and clothes.

Even if he gets paid and takes her shopping, she will enjoy the material things he provides while simultaneously criticizing him for being unambitious and failing to provide her with a better life.

Therefore, Jiang Xun truly enjoyed Fang Yurou's meal.

After the meal, Jiang Xun took out another third of the food distributed by the system from his spatial storage.

This time, however, the food wasn't the usual vegetables and fruits.

More common are foods that can be preserved for a long time, such as bread, biscuits, canned pork, canned beef, and canned fruit.

The 1 cubic meter of supplies distributed by the system actually contained a relatively small proportion of vegetables and fruits.

Conversely, canned goods and noodles, which can be stored for a long time, will account for a larger proportion.

After handing the food to Fang Yurou, Jiang Xun gave Fang Zhihua two large boxes of Häagen-Dazs ice cream.

After doing all this, Jiang Xun took his slingshot and returned to the balcony. Although it was completely dark outside, the scattered streetlights provided some light.

The ever-growing army of zombies can still be seen.

Why does it feel like... the number of zombies is gradually increasing?

Jiang Xun was puzzled. After inflating the air, he raised his hand and ejaculated.

One zombie died instantly.

After the kill, Jiang Xun started to cheer himself up again.

However, at that moment, a fair and clean hand suddenly reached out to Jiang Xun.

Between his index finger and thumb, he held a small spoon, and in the spoon was the Häagen-Dazs ice cream that Jiang Xun had given to Fang Zhihua.

"Here, uncle, have a bite."

Jiang Xun looked at the small spoon, smiled, and then shook his head.

Actually, he doesn't really like sweets.

Seeing that Jiang Xun wasn't eating, Fang Zhihua didn't seem to mind.

She sat down directly opposite Jiang Xun and put the ice cream from the small spoon into her mouth to eat.

Normally, Fang Zhihua wouldn't choose to eat this kind of dessert after a meal.

But now it's the end of the world, and people are already struggling to survive, so who cares about heat or anything like that?

So she opened up and started eating.

"Uncle, are you still going to kill zombies?"

Jiang Xun nodded upon hearing this.

"Uncle, why are you so obsessed with killing zombies? Is it some kind of hobby?"

Fang Zhihua continued to inquire.

Fang Yurou, who was tidying up in the kitchen at the moment, couldn't help but prick up her ears to listen after hearing her daughter's words.

Actually, she had been wanting to know about this all day.

He's already so skilled, able to produce food at any time, yet he seems genuinely passionate about killing zombies.

Could there be some other hidden story behind this?

Hearing the girl's question, Jiang Xun hesitated.

However, he decided to continue hiding his true reason after only a second.

"There's no particular reason, I just want to improve my shooting accuracy."

After saying that, Jiang Xun inflated the air again, raised his hand, and fired a pneumatic bullet.

Fang Zhihua nodded upon hearing this.

She didn't know if what the other person said was true or false; she just asked because she had doubts in her heart.

"Hey... Uncle, your slingshot can be inflated and shoots so far! Where did you get it? How is it so amazing?"

As she spoke, she scooped out another spoonful of ice cream and put it into her pink lips.

"You mean this? It was a gift from God. I guess God saw how miserable I was and wanted to give me a little something to keep me from despairing, so He gave me this slingshot."

"Uncle, you're lying to me. You're so amazing, there's no way you could be in despair."

"That was then. Before the apocalypse, I was just an ordinary working-class person. If you had met me before the apocalypse, you would probably have thought I was a boring, dull old man."

Upon hearing Jiang Xun's words, Fang Zhihua seemed to have made a connection to something and giggled.

"Uncle Dumb, this is good, this is good."

Jiang Xun's lips curled into a smile upon hearing the girl's laughter.

He then raised his hand and fired another slingshot.

Upon hearing Jiang Xun's words, Fang Yurou, who was inside the room, knew that Jiang Xun was not prepared to reveal her secret.

Indeed, in this world, if one were to reveal everything at the first question, one probably wouldn't go far.

Fang Yurou smiled and then prepared to go back to process the remaining food.

However, at that moment, she suddenly heard her daughter Fang Zhihua ask again.

This questioning made the hairs on the back of her head stand on end.