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

Yi Yang and Meng Fan exchanged a glance, then turned away and whispered among themselves.

Yi Yang: "Holy crap, what's with that deep, sexy voice?"

Meng Fan: "Is this mature man, exuding charm in every gesture, our Brother Yan?"

Yi Yang: "The complete form? I think I've fallen in love with it."

Meng Fan: ?

After turning into a zombie, Fu Yan had excellent hearing. He heard every word of their conversation. He chuckled and put the pig's trotters into the pot to blanch.

Yi Yang and Meng Fan turned around and politely asked, "Excuse me, are you Brother Yan?"

Fu Yan's lips curled up slightly: "Genuine, no doubt about it."

"Holy crap!!!" Yi Yang exclaimed excitedly, "You've recovered!"

"Yes, thank you for taking care of me during this time."

Yi Yang scratched his head sheepishly: "Actually, it's the boss who's been taking care of us."

Fu Yan leaned on the edge of the kitchen counter, watching the two of them: "You're both working very hard. Besides, in the high-pressure environment of the apocalypse, it's a good thing to have a few friends to talk to and laugh with."

Yi Yang suddenly felt tears welling up in his eyes, and hugged Meng Fan, crying, "I feel like I've been healed."

Meng Fan nodded repeatedly: "Brother Yan, it's so great that you've recovered."

The three chatted idly in the kitchen.

Fu Yan's braised pork trotters with preserved mustard greens were ready. He picked out two beautifully presented trotters, plated them, and stored them in his spatial storage. Then he gestured to the two of them, "Try them."

"Thank you, Brother Yan."

"You're welcome," Fu Yan said before leaving the kitchen.

Yi Yang and Meng Fan exchanged a glance, ran to the pot, and sniffed it.

"It smells so good."

Meng Fan took out a plate and used tongs to pick out a piece: "Squad leader, have a taste."

"Then I won't be polite." Yi Yang took a bite from the plate.

Meng Fan asked, "Is it delicious?"

"It's so delicious I want to cry!"

On the other side, Fu Yan walked to the front yard, stood in the snow, and coldly looked down at the big corpse. Then he picked it up with one hand and threw it into the corner of the yard wall.

Let it lie in the middle of the yard; if Wenrenlei sees it tomorrow, it will ruin her mood.

Fu Yan then went to the basement, opened the door to check the room where the little girl was being held, and found her curled up on the floor sleeping with her hands and feet tightly bound and her mouth gagged.

After confirming that there was nothing amiss, Fu Yan locked the door and turned to walk towards the equipment room.

The three-cubic-meter water tank is located in the equipment room. After a week of continuous use, the water level has dropped to zero.

Fu Yan raised his hand to activate his supernatural power, filled the water tank, and then checked the generator to make sure it was working properly before returning to his bedroom.

"Woof..." In the darkness, Maruko timidly approached and kept circling around Fu Yan's feet.

Fu Yan squatted down and stroked its head: "Hungry?"

"Woof!"

Fu Yan carried the dog bowl containing the meatballs to the bathroom, then took out some zombie meat from his spatial storage and put it inside: "Eat here, don't disturb his sleep."

"Woof!" Maruko wagged her tail and plunged into the dog bowl to eat heartily.

Fu Yanchong placed a bowl of goat milk next to the dog bowl, then turned and went to bed.

Wenren Lei was like he had radar installed; as soon as Fu Yan lay down, he would snuggle forward until Fu Yan pulled him into his arms, at which point he would fall asleep peacefully again.

In the morning, Wenrenlei woke up and, as usual, checked the thermometer and hygrometer first: -70℃.

The predicted extreme cold has arrived.

He muttered to himself, "I need to tell everyone to add charcoal."

"Brother Yan, get up." He turned to look at Fu Yan.

Fu Yan was lying on his side, a smile playing on his lips, one hand propping up his head as he stared at himself.

Wenren Lei was stunned for a moment. This looked like Brother Yan before the end of the world.

The next moment, a pleasant voice rang out: "Good morning, Leilei."

Wenren Lei opened her mouth: "Brother Yan?"

Fu Yan reached out and pulled him into his arms: "It's me, I'm back."

Wenren Lei was still in a daze: "The red crystal core has taken effect..."

Fu Yan rubbed his head against the top of his head: "It worked, sweetie, I'm all better now."

Wenren Lei buried her face in Fu Yan's arms and sobbed, "Fu Yan! They all bullied me when you were acting like a fool!"

Fu Yan had not lost his memories of the period when he was zombified, and he knew that no one would dare to bully Wenren Lei.

But he understood that Leilei was complaining so aggrievedly just so he could pamper him.

Fu Yan was willing to accommodate this small wish.

Fu Yan patted Wenren Lei's back and said softly, "I'll get revenge for you. Don't cry anymore. I'll protect you from now on."

Wenren Lei sobbed softly, "My brother is lost too."

Fu Yan said, "I'll help you look."

Wenren Lei wiped away her tears on Fu Yan's body, looked up and said, "I fed your parents and your brother to zombies."

Fu Yan wiped away the remaining tear stains on his face with his palm: "I remember everything. I was involved, and I even killed Fu Xing with my own hands. Thank you, Leilei, for avenging me."

After Wenren Lei finished crying, Fu Yan got up, picked him up and held him in his arms, put him down to sit on the side of the small tea table, and then took out the braised pork trotters with preserved mustard greens that he had prepared from his space.

The pig's trotters are bright red, tender, and steaming hot, accompanied by a cup of hot milk and a bowl of plump rice.

Wenren Lei looked at Fu Yan: "You did this?"

Fu Yan placed the chopsticks in Wenren Lei's palm: "Try it, and see if my cooking skills have deteriorated."

Wenren Lei's eyes were glistening with tears. She pushed her chopsticks away, grabbed a pig's trotter, and took a big bite, bulging her cheeks as she exclaimed, "How delicious!"

Fu Yan rested his chin on his hand, looking at it with a smile that made his eyes squint: "Be careful, it's hot."

Wenrenlei chewed while exhaling, gave a thumbs-up, and said indistinctly, "I've been craving this taste for days."

Fu Yan pinched his cheek and said, "Eat more."

After Wenren Lei finished eating a pig's trotter, she remembered that she and Fu Yan were still in the early stages of their relationship, and suddenly became reserved.

Fu Yan had just scooped up a spoonful of mixed rice and brought it to his lips when he saw him purse his lips and refuse to eat.

"What's wrong? Are you full?"

Wenren Lei said awkwardly, "I...I haven't washed my face or brushed my teeth yet, and actually, I don't usually eat like this..."

Fu Yan burst out laughing: "What kind of look haven't I seen before?"

Wenren tearfully said, "That's different. We weren't lovers before."

Fu Yan's heart melted at his cuteness. He picked up the spoon and stuffed it into his own mouth, his cheeks puffing out as he ate. "Are we even now?" he asked.

Wenren Lei then smiled, pursing her lips: "We're even, hahaha."

Fu Yan used a clean spoon, mixed a spoonful of rice again, and fed it to him: "Eat quickly, it will get cold later."

Wenren Lei squinted, opened his mouth to take the rice, and then grabbed the pig's trotter and began to gnaw on it.

After finishing her meal, Wenren Lei nestled contentedly in Fu Yan's arms, patting her swollen belly.

On the floor to the side, Maruko was lying on the ground, viciously tearing apart a little yellow duck toy.

Wenren Lei clicked her tongue: "It eats so much every day, how come it hasn't grown at all?"

Fu Yan took out a lollipop from his spatial storage, unwrapped it, and handed it to Wenren Lei, saying, "A creature that has undergone zombification will stop growing."

Wenren Lei, biting into a lollipop with her mouth full, said, "Then wouldn't you be immortal?"

Fu Yan said earnestly, "I will live and die with you."