SFTAB: Ch 11

 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.

    “What? I haven’t washed it yet.” She held her wet 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, 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 of 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 her 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 bath comfortably, washing her fingernails clean and her clothes fresh.

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

    She took a deep breath, went downstairs, 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 still 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 about it, opened the pot, and said to her:

    “Stretch your head over.”

    Jiang Miaomiao: “???”

    “Bake your hair dry with a fire.”

    “…what’s a joke? What should I do if

    I burn it?” “Barbecue technology I call the second no one dare to be the first. One.”

    He said confidently, 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 won’t be able to spare you.”

    “Don’t worry.”

    Lu Qiming held her long hair with both hands and placed it about thirty away from the flames. At the position of centimeters, at a height that can feel enough heat without being scorched, I 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 the top of your head.”

    She exclaimed, “Let go! I said it will burn!”

    He couldn’t help but laugh, “It’s steam, fool.”

    Her face was red, and she was on his thin waist. He pinched hard.

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

    “It’s so troublesome to grow long hair at this time. It’s better to shave a bald head.”

    “The hair grows on my head. What’s your business.”

    “I’m worried. Your nourishment has been sucked away by your hair, causing the brain to become malnourished.”

    Jiang Miaomiao realized that he was cursing himself and pushed him away with anger.

    “Keep rolling, don’t want you to bake it.” The

    hair fell and was instantly scorched by the fire.

    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 as expected, without saying a word, concentrating on roasting 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 for the dishes to be out of the pan.

    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 old godmother 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 was not trimmed for too long, and it was longer than the eyes, and he was combed back, leaving only a few strands of disobedient hanging before 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 him, looks slender and tall, with a breath of bamboo rushing over his face.

    Where did the wretched man who wears flowers fat times go on weekdays?

    He is now even more star than the little star.

    Lu Qiming didn’t notice this, he 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, next time you have to soak in water and stir fry… What are you looking at?”

    “No, no.”

    Jiang Miaomiao looked back, lowered his head to eat, and couldn’t help asking:

    “What the hell did you do before?”

    Lu Qiming continued to eat, and said casually:

    “Cook.”

    “You are not proficient at cooking .” ” Uh

    …the bank rob.”

    “Which robber’s hands are connected. No guns?”

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

    example, the golden half-butt, he must have been a big local tyrant during his lifetime, driving a Mercedes-Benz online celebrity. Kind.

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

    Jiang Miaomiao said: “I’m just worried…”

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

    This kind of beautiful and beautiful little fairy is the favorite of rich women.

    “Are you really a little white face being kept?”

    Lu Qiming: “…”

    She felt like she was right.

    “It’s okay, I won’t laugh at you, it’s all for making money, don’t be embarrassed…”

    Lu Qiming grabbed the chopsticks and slapped her head severely, “Nonsense, eat your meal!”

    Jiang Miaomiao held her head, tears coming out of her pain.

    “You clearly have a guilty conscience!”

    Lu Qiming sneered, “If I wanted me to do this, I would have eaten and wiped you out.”

    Jiang Miaomiao felt a little scared when he thought of this, so he closed his collar and looked at him warily. .

    He sighed and shook his head, too lazy to care for 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 chopstick for nearly four people in one meal.

    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

    .”

    “You won’t be able to support it after washing.” “Why don’t you go?”

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

    There are also these few small packages… The

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

    “It’s a seed.”

    “A seed?”

    “Well, look, I have all lettuce seeds, cucumber seeds, tomato seeds, and radish seeds.”

    She embarrassed: “

    Why don’t you plan to plant them?” “Why not?”

    These are not bean sprouts, they can be eaten 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 you live in this villa, grow vegetables for your own consumption, go to the supermarket to get meat and rice, and live with food and drink, it looks good.

    There are bayberry trees planted in the yard next door, and there are bayberry trees to eat until the summer vacation.

    Jiang Miao just thought about it and said nothing more.

    Lu Qiming leaned over and took a look, “What are you doing with my underwear licking your lips?”

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

    “Take all your things.”

    Lu Qiming shrugged and packed his things,

    saying : “Tomorrow I will go to the supermarket to get something, you won’t have to go there.”

    “Why?”

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

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

    Lu Qiming walked upstairs with the quilt clothes and walked to the end. A step back suddenly turned around.

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

    His tone was heavier than usual, and he didn’t mean to be joking at all. It seemed that he was about to face huge 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, went downstairs and turned out a few packets of seeds.

    It’s spring, and it’s suitable for growing things.

    Regardless of how long he can live, one tree is counted as 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 slowly pour it down until the paper towel is completely soaked and dripping.

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

    Because I was reluctant to eat it all at once, some of them had already grown leaves and were 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 have to get a little bit more, in case the vegetable seeds sprout, they also need soil seeds.

    After busying for a long time, Jiang Miaomiao returned to the bed, faintly 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 sleep late the next day woke up to noon.

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

    “Lu Qiming.”

    She yelled, but no one responded. 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.

    After Jiang Miaomiao washed the dishes, he took out the washbasin and took a look.

    The seed hasn’t changed, and I don’t know if it’s useful.

    She sighed, put the seeds back, and from the corner of her eyes she caught 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. I bought flour to bake my own bread. Unexpectedly, the generator can’t be used, so it hasn’t come in handy until 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 doesn’t     know how to make dumplings…

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Jiang Miaomiao: The last thing I regret is that I didn’t read it at the beginning… 

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