The Doomsday Chef

Chapter 183
She led him to the table where the rice was served, and ordered another bowl of pimple soup in her own name.

She was led by the boy to a small corner on the first floor, which was a small area fenced off with some fishing nets.

Su Mo handed the bowl to the boy, and he treasured the soup and slipped into the fishing net, hearing a rustling sound inside.

"grandmother"

"Yang Er, where did you get the food? You went to steal it!" The old female voice inside seemed a little panicked.

The boy kept explaining, and Su Mo said in a timely manner: "I gave it to him".

She crouched in front of the curtain, the place inside was very small, so she didn't go in.

The woman turned her head and saw Su Mo, knowing that another group of adults came from City B, she hurriedly handed the bowl back: "Girl, my grandson is not sensible, don't..."

Before minding the two words, Su Mo pushed the bowl back: "I told you."

The woman in front of her had sunken cheeks, her body was only covered with a tattered quilt, her complexion was really ugly.

The boy cried and persuaded: "Grandma, you can eat a little."

"Thank you." The woman sat up tremblingly, but gave the bowl to her grandson: "Grandma is not hungry, our Yang'er must be hungry, you eat."

"My sister gave it to me, you eat it, grandma." As if afraid that she would not believe it, the boy lifted up his clothes, and saw that under the skin of his ribs, his stomach was abnormally bulging.

Only now did the woman believe it, and ate the pimple soup in small bites.

Su Mo actually hated the child being so hungry, but she didn't have the ability to change anything.

She took a few steps back and stood up, and the boy came out after him. He walked up to Su Mo with red eyes: "Sister, can I ask you for help?"

Su Mo rubbed his head: "If it's within my ability, I'll help you."

"Can you, try to protect grandpa" The boy tightly clutched the corner of his clothes, the sweat in his palms almost wet the cloth, these were the words he had the courage to say after observing her for a long time.

As if he was afraid that Su Mo would disagree, his voice was tinged with tears: "I only have grandpa and grandma."

Su Mo sighed, knelt down and pinched his face: "I don't know what will happen, but I will try my best."

"Enough is enough." The boy was grateful and wanted to kneel down to her. After surviving for a long time in the doomsday, he had already understood a set of survival rules for the weak, that is, to obey orders and know how to be grateful.

Su Mo hugged him halfway, feeling a little uncomfortable. She led the boy out of the building and sat on the open space beside the iron fence. Opposite was a sea level that blended into the night, and the sky was dotted with stars.

She raised her head and said softly: "After the end, only this sky is getting more and more beautiful."

The boy sat beside her, also looking up at the starry sky, and he cried unconsciously: "Sister, my uncle who went to the South Island and never came back."

Su Mo looked back at him and smiled slightly: "Maybe we are the exception?"

She gently wiped away his tears: "Even if you don't have grandparents, try to live hard."

The boy turned to look at her and sniffed, "I'll try my best."

Su Mo laughed, didn't she learn this from her, she rubbed his head.

Su Mo felt the cool sea breeze, and the little person next to her was shivering in thin clothes. She took a sleeping bag from the system bag and threw it to him: "Go back, I'll give you a meeting gift."

The boy glanced at the sleeping bag in his hand, then kissed her on the face and said seriously: "Sister, my name is Yang Yichu, if I survive in the future, I will definitely come to you."

He ran away after speaking, Su Mo was taken aback, the warm kiss from the child on his face made her smile.

Lu Chen stood in front of the window of the meeting room, staring at the people downstairs, until he saw the little kid kissing his woman's face, then he strode out with a gloomy expression.

When Yang Yichu passed Lu Chen with his sleeping bag in his arms, he was taken aback by the man's gloomy eyes. With fear, he carefully avoided him and got into the space created by the fishing net.

Su Mo was fascinated by the starry sky, when someone hugged his calf from behind and lifted him up.

Feeling the familiar breath, she just panicked and then didn't respond.

Lu Chen sat down cross-legged and wrapped her in his arms, his voice was sour: "What did you just do?"

The back of Su Mo's head rubbed against his chest, and she was sure that he definitely saw the child kissing her: "Do you think the night is particularly good tonight?".

Lu Chen wiped her face in disgust, then looked up at the starry sky revealing the Milky Way: "Tomorrow will be a fine weather."

The star-studded night sky was reflected in the eyes of the two of them.

Su Mo took one of his hands and held his own, interlocking his fingers, and the two red bean bracelets slammed together: "We will come back alive."

"Yes" the man held her hand tightly.

Su Mo leaned quietly in his arms. It would be great if this short moment could become a lifetime.

Late at night, the two returned to the arranged room. They had a room specially reserved for leaders. Although it was just two wire beds put together, it was not bad.

Jianxiong was already snoring loudly next door.

The two cleaned up briefly for a while before embracing each other and falling asleep.

It was just dawn, and they were about to get up and start.

Because of today's fine weather, everyone hopes that the ship can sail farther.

After bringing all the equipment, the cars they drove over were parked outside the building and merged with the cars outside, except for Lu Chen who took it away.

Su Mo probably counted the number of people who went to the South Island to die.

Before leaving, Yang Yichu hid behind the building, took one last look at his grandfather and Su Mo, and ran back with tears in his eyes.

Everyone gathered on the beach, and the equipment was put on the sailboat. The supernatural beings didn't know how to sail, but these soldiers with rich combat experience knew the rules of sailing.

Under the command of Yang Jianguo, they pulled up the canvas, and the anchor was pulled out of the sea little by little.

It was Su Mo's first time sailing. She lay on the railing and looked at the dark water below, feeling complicated.

Standing at the bow of the ship, Yang Jianguo glanced at the compass in his hand and said loudly, "Anchor! Set sail!"

The anchor was stowed, and the canvas was pulled up high to spread its wings. Yang Jianguo supported the steering wheel, and the boat was carried away from the beach by the wind a little bit, bringing waves of waves.

Su Mo's whole body was bobbing up and down following the direction of the sea's undulations. She grasped the railing tightly, and the ups and downs made her heart go up and down like a roller coaster.

It felt good at first, but as the waves got bigger and bigger, her stomach started to turn upside down.

Lu Chen walked to her side and helped her: "Are you seasick?"

Su Mo nodded with an ugly face: "It's the first time, it's a little uncomfortable."

(End of this chapter)