After a while, the aroma of thin meat porridge suddenly wafted over from the bookstore cafe across the street, instantly waking up the sleeping Tang Wanyue. "Is... is that the smell of porridge?" Tang Wanyue opened her hungry eyes and noticed that everyone else in the store was also salivating and staring at the cafe across the street, indicating that they had also smelled the enticing aroma of food. "That guy is cooking something!" "Damn, so he still has food over there!" "Big brother, there's even the smell of meat, I haven't had meat in a long time!" Zhang Pi and Li Dan were tightly bound to their chairs, drooling and cursing Tang Cheng across the street with resentment and jealousy. The middle-aged man with the receding hairline held a stick and nervously watched the two of them. Veterinary doctor Wu Mei and the one eating a bread roll also couldn't stop swallowing their saliva, their gaze fixed on the shop across the street emanating the tantalizing scent. Just think, these people have been eating only dry food and expired canned goods for days, and suddenly they smell the fragrant lean meat and millet porridge being cooked across the street - naturally, they all become hungry and envious! Although this lean meat and millet porridge is usually just a very ordinary dish, in this desperate world of water and food shortages, it is full of ultimate temptation, stimulating the salivary glands of everyone. Tang Wanyue sniffed the aroma of the porridge wafting in the air, as if wanting to satisfy her already empty stomach with the scent. She couldn't help but praise, "So... his cooking skills are pretty good, the taste of this porridge is the same as what my mother used to make. I'm so hungry..." The smell of scrambled eggs occasionally wafted over as well, and the fragrance of spring onions cooked in the hot oil temperature appeared particularly fragrant. One could feel the person across the street skillfully stir-frying the eggs. Of course, apart from envy, Tang Wanyue and the people in the store were also very surprised at this moment. Because it is the end of the world, and outside the door are flesh-eating zombies, yet the young man next door is still calmly cooking porridge and frying eggs, seemingly without any sense of fear! They couldn't understand why the young man next door was so calm. Normal people would have been scared out of their minds if bitten by a zombie, but he was completely different. The female veterinarian and the others couldn't help but inhale the familiar taste of home-cooked food, but they didn't dare to approach the door. Compared to delicious food, life was clearly more important. They didn't want to be tempted by the food and end up losing their lives. In the bookstore cafe at this time, in the kitchen in the back. Tang Cheng stood by the counter with a kitchen towel, skillfully stir-frying the eggs in the pot. Next to it was a pot of steaming mushroom and lean meat porridge that was already cooked. Just now, after returning from across the street, Tang Cheng felt a bit hungry and found some unused ingredients in the kitchen refrigerator, which he conveniently used. Usually in the Chu family, because he was constantly enslaved by Miss Chu Chu Ruoyun, Tang Cheng also developed skills in both cooking and cleaning. This cooking porridge and frying eggs were a piece of cake for him. However, at this moment, he didn't know that he had caused a commotion across the street when he was cooking, and inadvertently hummed a tune at the corner of his mouth, feeling very at ease. Because he was not attacked by zombies, he didn't have to worry about running out of food or attracting zombies with his noise. Anyway, he could do whatever made him comfortable! Maybe he would turn into a zombie tomorrow, but what's important is to fill his stomach today. It's better to die with a full stomach than to starve to death! Normally tortured by Chu Ruoyun, he had never had a full stomach, and even though becoming a zombie was filled with misfortune, not having to starve is a good thing after all! After cooking the porridge and frying several side dishes, Tang Cheng brought the food to the table in the bookstore cafe, turned on the radio, and sat down at the table, ready to enjoy the breakfast he had made himself. Through the glass door, he saw a familiar figure seemingly standing at the door across the street. "Seems like Tang Wanyue, she must have something to say?" Worried, Tang Cheng hurriedly walked out of the store. Indeed, it was Tang Wanyue, but when she saw him coming out, she immediately turned around to leave."Tang Wanyue, is there something?"
"No...nothing..."
Tang Wanyue hesitated and answered with difficulty, stopping in her tracks.
Tang Cheng immediately noticed Tang Wanyue's hungry expression and looked at the female veterinarians in the store, realizing the reason – they were huddled by the wall, each clutching onto food.
"Um...would you like to come over to my side? I cooked some breakfast," Tang Cheng sincerely invited Tang Wanyue inside.
A hint of joy appeared in Tang Wanyue's eyes, but when she looked at Tang Cheng's terrifying left face, she immediately lowered her head in fear, hesitating. However, her stomach suddenly growled hungry noises.
"Oh! Umm...I'm sorry..." Her face turned extremely red, Tang Wanyue cutely and anxiously covered her stomach underneath her dress with her hand.
"You really are hungry," Tang Cheng continued, "Don't be afraid, I am still sober now and shouldn't suddenly attack you. Besides, I can stay in the kitchen later. You can come and eat with me. If you're not reassured, you can even lock me in the kitchen."
"Can...can you, classmate? Share some food with me..." Tang Wanyue was obviously tempted. The long period of hunger had already left her unable to overthink. Moreover, she felt that Tang Cheng didn't have any ill intentions and had saved her multiple times.
"Well, I cooked a lot anyway. Let me go into the kitchen first, you can come over," Tang Cheng said, aware that Tang Wanyue was still afraid of him. He gentlemanly opened the store door and stepped back a considerable distance.
