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But Li Qinglan's worries were unnecessary, because Ningbao was far from being rebellious. Although she really disliked studying, she genuinely believed that everything Mumu did was right and that Mumu would never harm her.

So, tempted by the big steamed bun, Xiao Ningbao had no choice but to obediently pick up her book.

Three minutes later...

Ningbao was almost lying down with the book in her hands, her little hands still trying to support her chubby face, but a drop of clear saliva slowly dripped from the corner of her mouth.

"Ningbao, go to sleep if you're sleepy. Get up early tomorrow morning to watch it."

"what?"

Little Ningbao was suddenly startled awake in a half-dream state. She lost her balance and her chubby face made intimate contact with the portable computer desk that Mumu had taken out.

"Can Ningbao have steamed buns for breakfast tomorrow?"

The child rubbed his sleepy eyes, his first concern still being what to eat.

"Yes, didn't you say you wanted to eat congee with preserved egg and lean pork? I'll cook congee with preserved egg and lean pork and serve it with steamed buns tomorrow. Just Ningbao, don't stay in bed any longer."

Mumu neatly laid out Ningbao's little bedding and then tucked the sleepy child into the blankets.

Ningbao wriggled around in the warm blankets for a bit, but finally, with her incredibly strong willpower, she crawled out of bed, grabbed Mumu who had just turned around, and gave her two quick kisses on the cheek.

"Mumu is so cute~ Ningbao loves Mumu the most~"

Perhaps because she was sleepy, Ningbao's words were mumbled. She was already a very soft and cuddly little dumpling, and now she was even softer and cuddler.

"Okay, I like Ningbao the most too."

Mumu gently patted Ningbao's little head, tucked the child back into the blanket, and carefully tucked her in.

Ningbao unconsciously moved her chubby little hands a couple of times and quickly fell asleep.

Li Qinglan, who was standing to the side, didn't want to see the two sisters being so affectionate. She had eaten a full dinner and didn't need to eat such a big bowl of cat food. Thank you.

Little White Cake finally escaped the clutches of the zombies and is now lying on the ground, questioning its existence.

"Haha, a cute little kitten like you was born to be eaten by zombies."

This sentence kept playing on repeat in Bai Gao's little brain, making the poor kitten's eyes glaze over, feeling that its life was hopeless.

At night, everyone was asleep, though their sleep was somewhat superficial. For example, Mu Mu and Li Qinglan were both light sleepers, and they would wake up immediately if anything got close.

As for Ningbao, the quality of this kid's sleep is rather mysterious. Most of the time he sleeps like a little pig, and you can't wake him up no matter how much you call him, but sometimes he will suddenly wake up on his own, like when Bai Gao approached him before.

Even Mumu, who knows Ningbao best, has only come to one conclusion: delicious food can lure the child out of bed.

So, early the next morning, while Li Qinglan was jogging, Mumu started making breakfast again. Although it was all just food, Li Qinglan always felt that the meals Mumu cooked, one after another, tasted more like home.

Sigh, she's had enough of all kinds of bread, biscuits, and instant foods, like instant noodles and self-heating hot pot. Before the apocalypse, she always thought these things tasted pretty good, but then the apocalypse came, and in the beginning, everyone was struggling to survive. Who had time to cook? Most of the time, they ate all sorts of bread and biscuits they had snatched from the supermarket.

She was so full she was about to throw up.

Although thanks to the efforts of wood-type, water-type, earth-type, and various other ability users, some crops can now be grown in the base.

But! There's a huge problem: practically no one knows how to cook. And even if a few people do remember how, the taste... well...

Anyway, Li Qinglan's face still contorts when she thinks about it, so it would be better to let her eat raw vegetables.

But that's just how it is. If you shout in the base, "Who can fight?", basically everyone will know how. But if you shout, "Who can cook?" or "Who can embroider?", well…

I'm sorry, this is beyond everyone's capabilities.

It's only because Li Qinglan is capable that she can wear such well-preserved clothes. If it were anyone else—of course, excluding someone like Zhu Ruizhe who has cheat codes—their clothes would basically be patched upon patched. And those patches wouldn't be aesthetically pleasing at all; they'd just be long strips and squares.

After all, resources are so scarce in the apocalypse, and fighting zombies can easily damage your clothes. Why would you replace your clothes just because they're torn? That's too extravagant, how can you even live a normal life!

Li Qinglan inhaled the fragrance wafting in the air, her thoughts racing. She felt as if she now understood why she had been living such a peaceful life lately, not just physically, but also mentally.

There's an adorable baby you can pet as much as you want, and a virtuous woman like Mumu who cooks and mends clothes. This doesn't feel like life in the apocalypse at all; instead, it feels very homey, which is why it makes you feel so relaxed.

After easily dispatching another wave of approaching zombies, Li Qinglan clapped her hands and prepared to go back for breakfast.

A flawless version after careful inspection!

Century egg and lean pork congee and big meat buns... it feels like the last time I ate them was a lifetime ago. Oh, right, and there are also buns with preserved mustard greens and braised pork filling. She really likes preserved mustard greens and braised pork; I wonder when Mumu will be able to make that dish on its own to eat with rice.

With this pleasant feeling in mind, Li Qinglan happily helped Mumu with the simple task of waking Ningbao up. The method was simple: she just lifted the child out of bed, put clothes and socks on him, and that was it.

That's how she used to discipline her sister, and then she would just pedal her bicycle at top speed to send the child to kindergarten.

Of course, there aren't many kindergartens anymore.

Ning Bao was so stunned by this whole ordeal that she didn't even open her eyes, but she stood very steadily on the ground, showing no signs of falling.

"Ningbao, come and have breakfast. I've already served you your porridge."

Holding a large spoon and wearing a blue apron, Mumu called out from the other side. Ningbao's eyes widened instantly; the dazed look on her face from just waking up hadn't faded yet, and she hurriedly ran over on her short little legs:

"Here she comes, here she comes, Ningbao is here~ Ningbao wants two steamed buns with preserved mustard greens and braised pork filling!"

As she ran, she raised her little hand, extending two chubby fingers to make a "two" gesture.

"I also want to eat steamed buns with preserved mustard greens and braised pork belly, three of them."

Li Qinglan took a long stride, covering Xiao Ningbao by several steps.

Haha, I have successfully transitioned from post-apocalyptic fiction to food fiction.

Haha, whatever, what author doesn't go crazy? ┴┴~(≧▽≦)/~┴┴

(End of this chapter)