Salted Fish Transmigrated Into An Apocalyptic Book

The four pots of water are still not enough, and there is not much left after washing the hair.

The dirt on her body cannot be washed away. When Jiang Miaomiao was about to bite the bullet and rinse with cold water, Lu Qiming knocked on the door.

"Why? I haven't washed it yet." She grabbed her hair and raised her head.

Lu Qiming said: "Add water to you."

She wrapped her body in a bath towel and opened the door. The other party closed his eyes and brought in another bucket of hot water, then closed the door and asked:

"I'm going to cook, what do you want to eat?"

Jiang Miaomiao thought about the menu in the supermarket, "bean sprouts fried ham, bacon stewed kelp."

Lu Qiming hummed and went downstairs.

Jiang Miaomiao poured cold water into the bucket, thinking that after the other party came back, he didn't even care to wipe his face, and he was bloodied to cook her with water, feeling a little sad.

I will treat him better in the future. At this time, it is not easy to meet someone who can share weal and woe.

Leaning on this new bucket of water, she took a big shower comfortably, washing her fingernails clean and her clothes fresh.

Jiang Miaomiao put on a new set of clothes, feeling that he was alive, and wiped his hair downstairs with a towel. As soon as he opened the door, he smelled the unique salty aroma of bacon.

She took a deep breath, went downstairs and saw Lu Qiming standing by the stove staring at the pot, and said:

"I'll come, you go take a bath."

Lu Qiming turned around and saw her dripping hair.

"Your hair is not dry."

"There is no electricity, the hair dryer can't be used, it can only do this, let it dry slowly."

He thought for a while, opened the pot, and said to her:

"Stretch your head over."

Jiang Miaomiao: "???"

"Bake your hair dry with fire."

"...What are you kidding? What should I do if I burn it?"

"Barbecue technology I call the second no one dares to call the first."

He said with confidence, his hair was wet and he was really uncomfortable.

Jiang Miaomiao shook, stretched her head forward and warned him: "If I burn my hair, I can't spare you."

"rest assured."

Lu Qiming held her long hair with both hands, placed it about 30 centimeters away from the flame, at a height that could feel enough heat without being scorched, and bake it over and over.

Jiang Miaomiao smelled the gas and looked at the swaying flames, always feeling that the fire would burn on his head in the next second.

Lu Qiming said, "White smoke is emitting from your head."

She exclaimed, "Let go! I said it would burn!"

He couldn't help but laugh, "It's steam, fool."

She blushed and pinched **** his thin waist.

Lu Qiming took a breath of pain, but still did not let go. Looking at her long black and shiny hair, she said to herself:

"It's troublesome to grow long hair at this time, so it's better to shave your head."

"Hair grows on my head, what is your business."

"I am worried that your nutrients will be sucked away by your hair, which will cause malnutrition of your brain."

It took a second for Jiang Miaomiao to realize that he was scolding himself and pushed him away with anger.

"Googling, don't want you to bake it."

The hair fell and was instantly scorched by Huo Liao.

Lu Qiming's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, he held it back and squeezed her earlobe.

"Don't move, I just don't talk."

Then he shut up, without saying a word, and concentrated on baking his hair.

After more than ten minutes, the hair was dried. Lu Qiming went upstairs to take a bath, Jiang Miaomiao moved the pot back to continue cooking the soup, smelling his hair from time to time, always feeling the smell of burning chicken feathers.

It didn't take long before the dishes were all out.

A plate of fried ham with bean sprouts, a plate of fried black fungus, and a bowl of bacon kelp soup.

There is also a can of Lao Ganma brought back from the supermarket.

Super hearty!

She couldn't wait for Lu Qiming to finish the bath, and directly picked up the dishes and started to move.

But after taking a bite, I heard someone complaining on the stairs.

"You didn't wait for me, because I worked so hard for so long."

Jiang Miaomiao looked up and forgot to chew.

Lu Qiming washed his body, revealing his original wheatish skin. His hair hadn't been trimmed for a long time, and it was longer than the eyes, and he was combing back, leaving only a few strands of disobedient hanging in front of his eyebrows.

He wears a white short-sleeved T-shirt, so simple that there is no pattern. Below are black pajamas with a pair of sandals and slippers.

This old street man's favorite dress in summer, when worn on his body, looks slender and tall, with a breath of bamboo rushing over his face.

Where did the wretched man who wears flowers go?

He is now even more star than the little star.

Lu Qiming didn't notice this, and walked to the table lazily, grabbed a piece of ham with his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing a few times and frowned.

"It's still a bit salty, and you have to soak in water next time...what are you looking at?"

"No no."

Jiang Miaomiao looked back, bowed his head to eat, and couldn't help asking:

"What did you do before?"

Lu Qiming continued to eat, and said casually:

"Cook."

"You are not good at cooking at all."

"Um... robbed the bank."

"Which robber doesn't even have a gun in his hand?"

He raised his eyes, "What do you care about suddenly? Even if I was a death row prisoner before, it has nothing to do with now."

For example, Golden Half-Butt, he must have been a big local tyrant before his death, the kind who drove Mercedes-Benz to become a celebrity.

It's not being kept in the utility room and giving them blood bags.

Jiang Miaomiao said: "I'm just worried..."

Good-looking, strong physical strength, cannibalism is never soft, and it is never soft. When coaxing people, your mouth is sweet as honey, and when you are angry, you can also lift your popularity to the sky.

Rich women like this beautiful and beautiful little fairy most.

"Are you really a little boy who was kept by others?"

Lu Qiming: "..."

She felt like she was right.

"It doesn't matter, I won't laugh at you, it's all for making money, don't be embarrassed..."

Lu Qiming grabbed the chopsticks and knocked her on the head, "Nonsense, eat your meal!"

Jiang Miaomiao held his head, tears coming out of the pain.

"You clearly have a guilty conscience!"

Lu Qiming sneered, "If I really did this job, I would have eaten you up a long time ago."

Jiang Miaomiao was really a little scared thinking about this, so he closed his collar and looked at him warily.

He sighed and shook his head, too lazy to care about her, and took his chopsticks to eat.

She also quickly picked up the chopsticks, like a match between the two, one chopstick for one chopstick for one chopstick, one meal for nearly four people eaten up.

Lie on the sofa after eating, no one wants to move.

Jiang Miaomiao kicked him in the thigh.

"Go, wash the dishes."

Lu Qiming grunted, "Too much support, I can't move."

"I won't hold it after washing."

"Why don't you go?"

Pushing around for half an hour, no one moved an inch.

With a full hiccup, Jiang Miaomiao caught a glimpse of the cart full of things next to him, wondering what exactly they brought back today, clutching his heavy stomach to check.

A duvet, some clothes and pants.

A dozen men's underwear and a dozen women's underwear.

Two bottles of 500ML shampoo and one bottle of shower gel. More than twenty buns and five bottles of milk.

A large string of sausages, a whole ham, five salted fish, four bacons, two packs of dried duck.

A large handful of kelp, three packs of seaweed, two packs of black fungus, and one pack of tea tree mushrooms.

A plate of six salted duck eggs, a plate of eight preserved eggs.

Four bottles of chili sauce, seven or eight packs of mustard.

And these small packages are...

The flashlight forgot to charge, the light is a bit dim. Jiang Miaomiao took it and took a closer look, and Lu Qiming said:

"It's a seed."

"seed?"

"Well, look, lettuce seeds, cucumber seeds, tomato seeds, radish seeds, I took them all."

She embarrassed: "Are you planning to plant them?"

"why not?"

These are not bean sprouts, you can eat them in a few days, at least a few months.

At that time they will both say whether they are alive or not.

But if you haven't been bitten by a zombie, and live in this villa, grow vegetables for your own consumption, go to the supermarket to get the meat and rice, and live with food and drink, it looks good.

Bayberry trees are planted in the yard next door, and there will be bayberry trees to eat in the summer.

Jiang Miao just thought about it and said nothing more.

Lu Qiming leaned over and took a look, "What are you doing licking your lips against my underwear?"

She looked down and quickly threw it away, disgusting extremely.

"Take all your things away."

Lu Qiming shrugged and said as he packed his things:

"Tomorrow I have to go to the supermarket to get something, then you won't have to go."

"why?"

"The reaction is too slow, I have to spare my energy to take care of you."

Jiang Miao wanted to refute, but thinking about what happened today, without any confidence, he said coldly: "Whatever you want."

Lu Qiming walked upstairs holding the quilt clothes, and when he reached the last step, he suddenly looked back.

"I believe we can survive that wave of zombies and continue to live."

His tone was heavier than usual, he didn't mean to be joking, he seemed to be facing great difficulties.

Jiang Miaomiao didn't have any idea about the so-called zombie tide. He was just infected by him, and he became serious and nodded.

He smiled, walked into the bedroom, closed the door to sleep.

Jiang Miaomiao put things away and returned to the room. Probably because I was too excited to go to the supermarket, I couldn't fall asleep over and over, kept my eyes open until midnight, and went downstairs and turned out a few packets of seeds.

It's spring, it's suitable for growing things.

Regardless of how long he can live, plant one tree and count one tree.

She found a small basin and put a layer of paper towels. Sprinkle the seeds evenly on the paper towel, cover it with another layer of paper towel, then boil warm water and pour it down slowly, until the paper towel is completely soaked and no water drips.

Putting the washbasin by the warm stove, she went to check the bean sprouts that she had planted before.

Because I can't bear to eat it all at once, some have already grown leaves and are not suitable for eating anymore.

She picked all the tender ones and prepared to fry the bacon tomorrow, thinking about getting some new soil.

This time I will get a little bit more, in case the vegetable seeds sprout, they need soil seeds.

After busying for a long time, Jiang Miaomiao returned to the bed, feeling a little different when he closed his eyes.

The zombies had erupted for so long, and she had passed away every day, and for the first time she had some yearning for the future.

I hope to live longer and eat the vegetables I grow myself.

Because I slept too late, it was noon when I woke up the next day.

Jiang Miaomiao washed and went downstairs, the living room was empty.

"Lu Qiming."

She yelled, but no one answered. Open the lid of the stove, ham fried rice and seaweed soup are heated inside.

It is estimated that Lu Qiming has already set off to the supermarket.

She ate alone, without his noisy and fussy around, suddenly felt a little bored.

What do you do this afternoon? She doesn't want to practice calligraphy anymore.

Jiang Miaomiao took out the washbasin after washing the dishes.

The seed has not changed, and I don't know if it is useful.

She sighed, put the seeds back, and from the corner of her eyes she caught a glimpse of a few large bags in the cabinet.

After dragging it out, it was the flour she had previously stocked.

There is an oven in the villa, so I bought flour to bake my own bread. Unexpectedly, the generator can't be used, so it hasn't been used up to now.

Now that there are bean sprouts and bacon, how about making dumplings?

Jiang Miaomiao looked at the snow-white flour and was about to move.

There is just one problem.

She can't make dumplings...