In a frigid apocalypse, she fed her boyfriend until he became a zombie king.

Fu Yan was sleeping, which was rare for him. His face was buried in the crook of his neck, and he was lying on his side in a protective posture, with one large hand on his abdomen.

The dumpling also rolled into a ball of fluff, squatting on its own belly and emitting green light intermittently, like a glowing ball toy that had run out of power and was about to shut down.

Wenren Lei was still a little dazed and asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

A1-V lowered the electronic voice and answered, "15 hours."

Wenren Lei raised an eyebrow: "So they both thought I was dead?"

A1-V made a whimpering sound: "Such touching emotions."

"Tsk, shut up." Wenren Lei lowered her head and said, "Little dog, no need for treatment, I'm fine."

"Woof..." Maruko lifted her eyelids, stepped on Wenren Lei's body, and crookedly crawled to the other side of his neck, then tilted her head and fell asleep.

Wenren Lei's neck was pressed tightly against by two zombies, one on each side, and she felt a sensation of being attacked by mint in her throat.

He took a second to think before turning over and snuggling into Fu Yan's arms.

Maruko was disturbed by Wenren Lei's turning over and rolled off the pillow to the edge of the bed.

Wenren turned around with tears in her eyes, stretched out two fingers to pinch Wanzi's fur, pulled it towards the middle of the bed, and casually tore a tissue to cover Wanzi's body.

After taking care of Wanzi, he snuggled back into Fu Yan's arms, belatedly realizing that he had found his brother. He asked somewhat uncertainly, "Oh my, have I really found my brother?"

A1-V said with relief, "Yes, Master, after more than 140 days of hard work, you have finally reunited with Mr. Wenren Yu. He is in the car now."

"Let me see."

The A1-V displays the kitchen's surveillance footage and projects it into the air.

Wenren Lei looked over and saw Wenren Yu wearing light gray loungewear, standing in front of the kitchen counter kneading dough.

He casually tied his waist-length hair into a simple bun at the back of his head, with the remaining ends hanging softly over his left shoulder, swaying gently as he kneaded dough.

Meanwhile, Gu Zhengming, who was standing to the side, was quite the spoilsport, busy chopping meat with his head down.

Wenren Lei said with disdain, "Can't he use a meat grinder?"

A1-V said, "Mr. Wenren Yu said that hand-chopped food has a better texture."

"That makes sense." He stared intently at the monitor, feeling incredibly reassured. "What delicious food is my brother making?"

"Dumplings." The A1-V played a very soft, warm New Year's background music, "Master, today is New Year's Eve, wishing you a Happy New Year."

Upon hearing the word "New Year's Eve," Wenren Lei felt somewhat dazed. The apocalypse had only lasted for a little over half a year, and he had almost forgotten the concept of celebrating the New Year.

"You're happy too, little electric car."

A1-V used his phantom image to shower down many small red envelopes: "Waaah, thank you, Master."

Just then, the satellite phone beside her pillow vibrated gently. Worried about waking Fu Yan, Wenren Lei quickly pressed the answer button, hurriedly got out of bed, walked to the window, and whispered, "Squad Leader."

A chorus of cheerful New Year's greetings came through the receiver: "Boss~ Happy New Year~"

Wenren Lei smiled slightly and said, "Happy New Year, everyone." He couldn't hide his joy and said, "I've found my brother."

The other end of the phone immediately erupted in noise.

"Boss! Congratulations!"

"Congratulations, young master."

"After the clouds disperse, the moon will shine brightly."

"Holy crap! I've finally found Brother Wenren! Fortune, fortune, fortune, fortune!"

Wenren Lei: "Huh?"

Han Mingjie started sobbing: "Boss, you have no idea, District 15 gave each resident six dumplings today, and a lot of people cried while eating them. It made me want to cry too."

Wenren Lei heard Han Mingjie's "moo moo moo" crying in her ears and said, "I advise you not to cry. You'll be treated like a cow and chopped into filling to be used as dumplings."

"Boss, you really hurt people!" Han Mingjie walked away with a "moo moo moo".

Yi Yang laughed for a while and said, "Boss, we're planning to leave District 15. Even if that Red Stone-level zombie is still with us, we have to go find Meng Fan's family. We can't delay any longer."

Wenren Lei thought for a moment and realized that every extra day would be disadvantageous. He was about to set off to pick up Yi Yang and the others, and in case they encountered an emergency, he wouldn't be too far away to help. He said, "Go ahead, I'll catch up with you soon."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Wenren Lei leaned against the windowsill and looked out. Fine snowflakes fell quietly, and the world was filled with a rare tranquility and gentleness.

A broad chest pressed against him from behind. Fu Yan reached out and wrapped his arms around Wenren Lei, resting his chin on his shoulder and asking with half-closed eyes, "Sweetie, does your head still hurt?"

Wenren Lei shook her head, turned around and hugged Fu Yan, burying her face in his chest: "Happy New Year."

Fu Yan hugged him and gently swayed him from side to side: "Happy New Year."

Wenren Lei snuggled against him, saying, "My brother is making dumplings. Let's go over and make them together."

"Okay." Fu Yan lowered his head and rubbed his nose against Wen Renlei's nose. "I haven't had your shaped dumplings in a long time."

Wenren Lei nudged him aside with her head, took his hand, and led him to wash up: "My skills have improved a long time ago."

Before long, Wenren Lei rushed out of the bedroom and ran all the way into the kitchen: "Brother, brother, brother, I'm here to help."

These words, when heard by Wenren Yu, were equivalent to "Wenren Yu, I'm here to cause trouble." He tore off a piece of dough and gave it to Wenren Lei: "Lazybones, you've finally woken up."

"Never mind." Wenren Lei kneaded the dough seriously, while Fu Yan stood beside him, skillfully pinching dumplings.

Wenren Yu took a plate of honey sweet potatoes from the oven and pushed it in front of Wenren Lei: "Eat some to tide you over." He looked at Wenren Lei for two seconds, then asked, "Do you usually listen to the radio?"

"Listen." Wenren Lei took a bite of sweet potato, flattened the dough, and tried to make it into a dumpling wrapper. "I listened to the radio diligently every day to find you."

Watching Wenren Lei roughly pound the dough, Wenren Yu realized his mistake; he should have placed the missing person notice at the beginning of the broadcast. He said, "Xiao Che, bring up the recruitment broadcast from District 11."

"Okay," A1-V said.

Wenren Lei and Fu Yan looked up at the same time. The little white-haired boy looked confused: "What's wrong? I listen to the radio in District 11 all the time, there's nothing special about it."

Wenren Yu smiled meaningfully.

A1-V began playing a slow broadcast, starting with a standard recruitment announcement, something Wenren Lei would skip halfway through.

After the recruitment information was finished, the audio continued playing: "...Also, a special message: Mr. Little Golden Bean, please report to Area 11 after hearing this broadcast."

Wenren Lei looked at the car roof: (ー`´ー)

A1-V's emergency public relations statement: "Sorry, Master, I didn't know that Little Golden Bean was your name."

Wenren Yu pinched Wenren Lei's bewildered face: "It's my fault. I forgot to consider that you wouldn't have the patience to listen to the whole broadcast. Don't blame me, little car. I think that in the apocalypse, using your real name to find someone on the radio is no different from offering a huge reward, so I used your nickname."

Fu Yan could fully understand this concern. When the government publicly recruited people with superpowers to purify themselves, countless people with superpowers were kidnapped and fought over, resulting in countless casualties.