When Bai Zhengxuan came down the stairs from the upper level of the bus, he happened to see the two Uncles devouring their food like hungry tigers.
"You're all that hungry?"
Bai Zhengxuan was taken aback.
"We didn't eat dinner last night, of course we're hungry. We need a good meal to make up for it!" Uncle Wang said matter-of-factly.
He and Old Liu never skimp on good food, high blood pressure or whatever doesn't matter in the apocalypse.
After all, they have no family left.
And in the post-apocalyptic world, it matters even less. No matter how much they eat, they won't get high blood pressure, and if they do get too full, they just go out and fight some zombies.
That'll guarantee they'll be hungry again in an hour.
No need to worry about health issues at all.
"Didn't eat last night?"
Bai Zhengxuan paused and glanced at Leng Yebai.
Leng Yebai, expressionless, continued cooking. "Maybe rats ate it."
"What?"
Uncle Wang didn't understand their conversation.
