Chapter 630

"Damn it, as soon as things settle down, he starts causing trouble for me. Is his head full of sperm?"

Zhang Su was very angry. In the apocalypse, a man who can't control his pants is the most useless!

Zhong Xiao pursed her lips and said: "It's normal for a young man to think about those things. Sigh, Old Wang is a man who works hard without complaint, why is his son like this? I can't figure it out."

"What's there to figure out? Old Wang spoiled him, spoiled him into a mess! No, this guy is a disaster, he must be sent away!"

Zhang Su rubbed his chin, his eyes unkind and already turning cold.

"Sigh, the young man really can't see the situation clearly. With his connection to Uncle Wang, if he just worked hard, as long as there were no accidents, he would definitely have a good future. But he... forget it, I won't say any more."

Zhong Xiao shook her head. In the entire camp, you couldn't pick a second person like him, whether it was Tan Huajun's daughter, Ding Yongguo's nephew, not to mention Pang Dakun; that young man wasn't even eighteen yet and was more reliable than Wang Zhetao.

"Tch, if it weren't for the sake of Old Wang and Old Tan, I would have thrown that guy into the village to shovel manure long ago!"

Zhang Su got angry just thinking about it.

"Damn... fuck!"

"Ah?"

Zhang Su suddenly cursed, and both Zheng Xin and Zhong Xiao were startled.

"Bo-zai is here!"

Zhang Su pointed listlessly toward the kitchen, hoping no conflict would occur.

"Lanlan!"

Lu Yubo pulled open the kitchen door, and a wave of steaming hot air hit him, but when he discovered Pei Lan was also there, he immediately froze in embarrassment.

"Little Lu, there are two Lanlans here now, I don't know who you're calling?"

Yi Xiaoling clearly belonged to the type who loved to watch the fun, teasing them with a smile while she worked.

Pei Lan pretended not to know anything and buried her head in her work.

"Oh my, why did you come to the kitchen... Eww! You're filthy, quick, go, let's go out first!"

Mo Qianlan's face turned red instantly. She hurried to Lu Yubo, and finding him covered in filth, she felt both anxious and inexplicably guilty, pushing Lu Yubo out.

Lu Yubo laughed as he backed out of the kitchen and pulled a box from his backpack: "Lanlan, I found something good on this trip out. Look what this is!"

"Hmm? What is it?"

Mo Qianlan's gaze fell on the brocade box, very curious.

"Ta-da!"

Lu Yubo opened it with a mysterious expression and smiled: "It's the same cartoon doll hanging on your bag. Isn't it pretty?"

Inside the brocade box lay a Nezuko Kamado figure about the size of two fists, finely crafted, beautifully colored, and the character was lifelike.

"Wow!"

When Mo Qianlan saw the Nezuko figure biting the emerald green scroll, her eyes lit up instantly. She looked at Lu Yubo happily and opened her arms: "Hug!"

The young couple embraced joyfully.

In the apocalypse, although a figure couldn't be eaten as food or drunk as water, once basic conditions were met, it could provide significant emotional value to enthusiasts.

"Did you find this on that train? Today's mission must have been dangerous; you still had the energy to find these for me, you're amazing!"

After a shallow embrace, they let go. Mo Qianlan wiped her hands on her apron, but feeling they were still a bit oily, she hesitated to touch the clean figure.

"Hehe, it's nothing, it's nothing, it wasn't dangerous!"

Lu Yubo was praised, his mouth stretching to his ears. He happily handed the box to Mo Qianlan: "I found a Demon Slayer-themed suitcase in a pile of luggage and found it inside. But I didn't take the suitcase, it was dirty."

It was more than just dirty; the suitcase had been dug out of a pile of frozen, soft, filthy rot, and half the case was unusable. "Coming, excuse me, please make way, watch out, it's hot!"

The kitchen door opened, and Wang Zhetao walked out carrying a large bucket containing cooked rice.

Lu Yubo and Mo Qianlan hurriedly stepped aside.

With a *thud*, Wang Zhetao set the bucket on the ground, stopped, and smiled at the two: "Brother Bo, this is... did you bring a gift back for Little Lan?"

"Um... ah, yes."

Lu Yubo was grateful that Wang Guangjun had spoken well of him to Zhang Su in the beginning, so even though he knew Wang Zhetao's behavior was unpleasant, he maintained a superficial politeness. They would chat a couple of times when they met, but hearing him call her "Little Lan" suddenly made his heart ache.

Seeing Lu Yubo's expression change, Wang Zhetao acted as if he hadn't seen it. His gaze fell on the figure, and he praised: "To still be able to find such an exquisite figure, that's too amazing. Brother Bo, awesome. Anyway, I'll get back to work, you two, hehehe."

At the end, Wang Zhetao made a lewd expression that every man understood, then carried the bucket toward the dining hall, even whistling, looking like he was in a great mood.

Lu Yubo watched Wang Zhetao walk into the dining hall, then said unhappily: "Lanlan, why is he so intimate with how he addresses you..."

Mo Qianlan sighed with a troubled expression: "I don't really like it either, but he said... if his dad and my mom get together, he'll become my brother, so he just calls me that. Don't be unhappy."

"This... damn it, I'm speechless."

Lu Yubo felt as depressed as if he had swallowed a fly, but Wang Zhetao wasn't wrong. He wanted to ask something else, but saw Zhang Su and his group of three coming downstairs, and Zheng Xin, who had been fine before, was actually limping.

"Brother Su, what's wrong with sister-in-law?"

"She sprained her ankle. Teacher Duan just came over to give her a massage, it's better now."

Zhang Su explained while giving Lu Yubo a look, then pointed to the dining hall and asked: "Lanlan, is lunch ready?"

"Mm-hmm, it's already being taken off the stove. You guys go to the dining hall to rest for a bit, it'll be soon."

Mo Qianlan covered the figure box and responded with a smile.

"Hey, hey, time to eat!"

Zhang Su took out his walkie-talkie to tell the Yama Legion members to eat.

Lu Yubo on the side was completely confused. Zheng Xin had been jumping around on the way back; he didn't understand what Zhang Su's look meant at all, and even less why he had to tell him that Duan Wuhu had come to treat Zheng Xin's injury...

But Lu Yubo had one good trait: he soon forgot about it.

Lunch was slightly more sumptuous than usual, allowing the Yama Legion members who had been busy all morning to feast. Canned goods and meat paired with vegetables, plus all-you-can-eat rice, ensured the necessary energy, flavor, and basic nutrition.

"Xin, go back and get some good rest. Don't go watch the excitement this afternoon, take a nap. Xiao, help her."

After lunch, Zhang Su had Zhong Xiao send Zheng Xin back to her room to rest.

One reason was to let Fu Wei, who was sitting in the corner eating, see it; the other was to go back and keep an eye on Program No. 1. Although there were protective measures, leaving a zombie at home was a bit worrying. He himself had to go to Cuileng Pavilion; Xie Yanshan had said during lunch that he had something to report.

"She really sprained her ankle..."

Fu Wei watched the three of them leave and muttered to himself.

"You still don't believe me? Otherwise, what else did you think could happen? Being suspicious all day long!"

Duan Wuhu was born unable to lie, so he spoke without confidence, using shoveling rice to cover it up...

Fu Wei's eyes rolled, and he said sincerely: "Brother Duan, I have a bottle of good medicine for bruises. Let's send it to sister-in-law later."

"Cough, cough..." Duan Wuhu almost choked when he heard this. He rolled his eyes at Fu Wei: "Do you think she needs you? What medicine can't Nurse Zhong get? Hurry up and eat! This dish is bland today, doesn't go well with rice, don't you think?"

After saying that, Duan Wuhu stood up and walked toward the food pickup area.

(End of chapter)