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In other words, even if one were to kill a Zombie every day, it would take nearly a month to accumulate what they have now, and not every Zombie drops a Crystal Core. Killing Zombies continuously is not sustainable, especially since they are humans; how could they possibly spend all their time out there hunting Zombies?
Moreover, killing Zombies comes with risks; encountering a high-level one could mean certain death for them. This time, the few who had gathered enough crystals were mostly just there to watch the excitement. A few had been stuck at their levels for too long, and after an hour of grinding, they finally leveled up right where they stood. Who wouldn’t be envious of that?
However, the price was simply too high to afford, leaving many people contemplating bargaining with the proprietress. In the kitchen, many chose to cook for themselves; after all, it was rare to enjoy a hot meal in this post-apocalyptic world. Zhou Xiaopang had been busy all morning without accomplishing much other than preparing a feast, eagerly waiting for lunch to indulge.
Yun Zhi Yue was also bustling about, but what she was making made Zhou Xiaopang’s face twist in discomfort. He focused on his own spread and called his teammates to eat; after all, it wasn’t meant for him anyway.
Looking at the table full of dishes, Wen Yu Xiao Jue and the others couldn’t help but head over to the drink area to grab some chilled beer, preparing for a hearty meal. Shen Xingchuan held a bubbling glass of beer but didn’t dive in immediately; his gaze kept drifting toward the figure busy in the kitchen.
Yin Liangchen leaned over and asked Yun Zhi Yue, “What are you busy with? Come eat with us!”
“No thanks, I haven’t finished cooking yet. You go ahead,” she replied.
He initially wanted to tease her about whether the food was meant for him, but after glancing into the pot, he decided it was best to leave her alone.
Just a few minutes later, as Shen Xingchuan was about to grab his first piece of meat, Yun Zhi Yue came over with a plate: “Shen Xingchuan, try this; it’s really delicious.”
The dish she presented was a blackish-green concoction that stood out starkly against the colorful spread on the table.
Feng Ling twitched his eyebrows and asked, “May I ask what this dish is?”
Yun Zhi Yue looked at him incredulously and replied, “Stir-Fried Tomatoes and Eggs! Haven’t you ever had it? It’s such a common home-cooked dish!”
Wen Yu adjusted his glasses and said with confusion, “The apocalypse hasn’t lasted long; I vaguely remember tomatoes being red and eggs being yellow. Am I colorblind? Why do I see black and green?”
“That plain old Stir-Fried Tomatoes and Eggs is so boring; it needs some innovation! I added Cocoa Powder and Matcha, plus a piece of Milk Chocolate. The flavor is sure to be amazing; I made it especially for your captain.”
Ugh!
Zhou Xiaopang noticed Yun Zhi Yue’s gaze and quickly explained. “I’m sorry; I’m allergic to chocolate. Just smelling it makes me want to gag. But your dish does look good; the captain is in for a treat. If it weren’t for my allergy, I’d want to try it too.”
"Hmph," Yun Zhi Yue said, "then you must have missed out on the world's delicacies."
With that, she plopped down beside Shen Xingchuan and scooped up a bite of food, holding it up to his mouth. "This is to thank you for helping me with the gardening. Eat up!"
Shen Xingchuan glanced at her and actually opened his mouth to take a bite, chewing slowly before swallowing. "It's average."
A glint of mischief flashed in Yun Zhi Yue's eyes. So he was pretending, was he? Well, let's see how much he can handle!
She scooped up another bite and continued to feed him. "Just average? Then you should eat more. Maybe you'll find it tastes better if you have enough."
Shen Xingchuan kept eating, and Yun Zhi Yue fed him as much as he would take, exuding the air of a young master all the while. The little maid who was feeding them looked a bit bewildered—could it really be that the food tasted good?
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