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

Wenren Lei threw a sweet potato into the fireplace, then stuffed the meatball into her arms and started playing games on her tablet.

Fu Yan returned twenty minutes later.

Wenren Lei glared at Fu Yan with a displeased expression: "Scumbag."

Fu Yan chuckled, took off his chilly coat, and then hugged Wenren Lei: "Don't be angry, I brought you a gift."

Wenren Lei asked casually, "What gift?"

Fu Yan took his hand and stroked the ring on his finger. After a flash of white light, Fu Yan said, "I'm giving you ten thousand cubic meters of storage space."

Wenren Lei's eyes lit up instantly, and she was no longer angry: "I can also conjure things in a cool way?"

Fu Yan nodded: "He'll be even more handsome than me."

Wenren Lei immediately put it to the test, removing the coffee table and then putting it back, happily examining the ring repeatedly: "Will your space shrink?"

"My space has no end."

Wenren Lei cupped Fu Yan's face in her hands and rubbed it repeatedly: "How are you so amazing!"

He jumped to the ground, used tongs to take out the fragrant, roasted sweet potato from the oven, and handed it to Fu Yan, saying, "This is a reward for you."

Fu Yan smiled, broke open and peeled the sweet potatoes, and then returned them all to Wenren Lei.

Wenren Lei chuckled, broke off a small piece for Wanzi, leaned against Fu Yan, munched on a sweet potato, and watched the snow fall outside the window.

"Why hasn't that person brought my brother back yet?"

"They were probably delayed on the way. If they don't have fire elemental ability users, they can't drive, so their journey will be slower."

I'm very worried about him.

"I'll wait with you."

Since Fu Yan fully regained his senses, all the trivial matters in the villa have become orderly without anyone noticing, and everyone's quality of life has visibly improved.

Fu Yan fixed all the loopholes left by their previous renovation of the villa, and also took over the cooking, so that Han Mingjie could free up her time to train her superpowers.

Han Mingjie was moved to tears and vowed not to return to the villa until she had trained herself to the point of exhaustion every day.

Everyone felt guilty for being fed by Fu Yan's five-star cooking skills. Every morning they would go out to dig for crystal cores to feed Fu Yan, and in the afternoon they would train at home until late at night, wishing they could turn themselves into perpetual motion machines.

Wenren Lei had a lot more free time. When he was bored, he would go out to kill zombies, but most of the time he would lie on the sofa waiting for Fu Yan to serve him.

That night, with nothing to do, he lay on the sofa cushions, one hand dangling on the carpet, competing with Maruko to see who would fall asleep first.

Fu Yan called to him from the kitchen, "Leilei, call them to eat."

"Okay..." Wenren Lei, half-dead and listless, reached for the walkie-talkie with her hand hanging on the carpet and said, "Five-star dishes are available for a limited time, first come, first served."

A voice immediately came through the walkie-talkie.

"I want to become a huge fan of Brother Yan!"

"They're here!"

"Don't steal it!"

Fu Yan was both helpless and indulgent towards this lazy behavior of using a walkie-talkie even when the distance was twenty meters away. He smiled and walked back to the kitchen to get more rice.

After everyone sat down at the table, Wenren Lei asked, "Aren't two people missing?"

Yi Yang sighed: "On the terrace, Niannian has lost her appetite again, and Sister Mo is with her."

Wenren Lei stood up and stretched: "I'll go take a look."

A week has passed since Cheng Shuang's incident, and Wenren Lei can understand the grief in Cheng Nianli's heart.

But in this apocalyptic world, there's no room for prolonged despondency; it's time to get back to eating normally.

If I remember correctly, Cheng Nianli hasn't eaten for two days.

Wenren Lei walked to the front yard, and the cold wind blew on his face, making him shiver.

Two people were sitting on the terrace. Wenren Lei lightly jumped onto the terrace and said, "Sister Mo, you go eat first. I'll chat with her for a while."

Chi Qingmo knew that Wenren Lei wanted to comfort Cheng Nianli, so he hugged Cheng Nianli and went inside.

Wenren Lei climbed over the railing and sat down, looking up at the dark night sky with Cheng Nianli, who was holding a small white bear.

After a while, Cheng Nianli said, "You don't need to stay with me in the cold wind, I'm fine."

Wenren Lei gazed at the night sky and said calmly, "My father died when I was born, and my mother died when I was three years old."

He suddenly said that, and Cheng Nianli didn't know how to respond.

Wenren Lei continued, "These are the things my brother told me. In reality, I have no memory of my parents at all."

Fortunately, my brother loves me very much. I've always thought he's amazing for giving me both paternal and maternal love.

But now he's gone too.

Cheng Nianli choked up for a moment: "Wenren Lei..."

"My brother named me Wenrenlei. He said I cry a lot, and the tears I shed every day could drown him, so he had to call me Wenrenlei."

After saying that, he looked at Cheng Nianli and asked with a smug expression, "Funny, isn't it?"

Cheng Nianli lowered her head. She remembered that Cheng Shuang had once told her that because her mother's surname was Li, her father missed her mother so much that he named her Cheng Nianli.

She blinked back her tears: "It's not funny at all."

Wenrenlei shrugged: "Never mind if it's not funny. I'm not good at telling jokes anyway."

But Miss, I'm not saying all this to compete with you in misery.

I just wanted to say that if they knew I was perfectly fine on my own.

Wouldn't they be even happier than I am?

Wenren Lei took a deep breath: "I can't let down the people who love me."

Cheng Nianli stroked the little white bear in his arms, lowered his head and remained silent for a long time before finally raising a relieved smile: "I understand."

"You're very quick to understand." Wenren Lei stood up and suddenly asked, "You like fried yogurt, right?"

Cheng Nianli paused for a moment, then said, "Yes."

Wenren Lei nodded and said, "Yi Yang and the others are researching a yogurt maker. If you don't go now, they'll waste all the ingredients."

"Oh my god!" Cheng Nianli jumped down from the railing, ran two steps toward the villa, then turned around and said, "Young Master, can you come with me to my mother's grave tomorrow? It's a double grave, and I want to bury my father there too."

Wenren Lei stretched her neck and limbs, then smiled upon hearing this: "Sure, Brother Yan has some high-end urns for ashes."

However, your father isn't at the cemetery, but this is hard to explain, so Wenrenlei simply pretends not to know.

Tears welled up in Cheng Nianli's eyes, but a smile played on her lips as she said, "Thank you, Wenrenlei."

Wenren Lei waved her hand: "Go."

After Cheng Nianli entered the villa, Wenren Lei leaned on the railing and looked down.

As expected, Fu Yan was standing in the snow waiting for him.

Wenren Lei smiled at him: "Eavesdropping on a philosopher's speech?"

Fu Yan looked up at him: "Our little philosopher is already so good at comforting people."

Wenren Lei squatted on the railing: "I learned it from you."

"He's one of my outstanding students." Fu Yan opened his arms. "Get down, let's go back for dinner."

"Here I am." Wenren Lei leaped up and landed steadily in Fu Yan's arms.

Fu Yan carried him into the villa: "Are you cold?"

"I'm not cold, I'm a superhuman."

"You are the strongest superhuman on Earth."

"And what about you?"

"I am the husband of the strongest superhuman on Earth."

"You're shameless."

"you're right."

Snow began to fall gently from the night sky.

Nobody knows what tomorrow will bring, but things are alright right now.