Chapter 42

The crowd quietly looked at the scene in front of them.

No one spoke to stop it.

The old man in his seventies had a surprisingly strong hand and tightly controlled heyunxi's throat.

He didn't talk to Yunxi, but looked at the old man in front of him with a smile. He didn't even struggle.

He can't run away with so many people.

Perhaps this is also a relief.

"Let's go!"

Cold night Bai subconsciously stood in front of Bai Jue, blocking Bai Jue's line of sight.

Those dark and bright eyes would hurt his heart if they were sad.

Bai Qizhu took a deep look at the old man who was mad behind Bai in the cold night and left here slowly.

This kind of thing, see more will be numb.

But every time I see it, my heart will still be touched.

Later, Bai Juzhu didn't have the heart to see it. It was described by Bai Zhengxuan with a sad face.

Heyunxi was finally strangled.

The old man did not dispel his hatred and burned heyunxi and his wife who had become a zombie.

Later, the old man's body was found in the wheat field.

He was holding a bloody blue down jacket full of frozen blood.

Old man, cut your wrist.

His granddaughter is his only relative in the world and the driving force supporting him to live.

Without her, it is difficult for the old man to face the end of the world alone.

Bai Zhengxuan and Uncle Wang buried the old man and the bones found in heyunxi's room. A large and a small new grave looked lonely in the endless wheat field.

A week after the apocalypse.

No rescue.

The tenth day of the apocalypse.

There is still no rescue.

Today is new year's Eve.

Usually at this time, every family will cook a table of good dishes, watch the Spring Festival Gala and welcome the new year.

Now, the cold wind is bleak.

More than 100 cars were parked near the wind power plant, and there was not much food left in the cars.

Rice noodles are still enough for some time. I can't be hungry. It's mainly greedy.

On New Year's Eve, some people began to crave dumplings.

Without vegetables and meat, dumplings can't be wrapped.

There is no danger these days. When there is no danger, I begin to greedy.

People's mentality has also changed. They don't know when the rescue will come and how long the food can last.

At first, someone often guarded the car for fear that people without food would steal it.

It's not that this has never happened. A car was pried open by someone and all the food was lost!

Without cameras, I wish the captain and police officers can do nothing.

Bai Juzhu's art experts are brave and never worry about things being stolen.

They were subdued by the rebellious power of the white family.

Pick the persimmon and pinch it soft.

Therefore, the Bai Juzhu family has been fairly stable these days.

In the bus, the family gathered around the small table.

The white dough became various shapes in Bai Anhai's hands, and then became small flour preparations.

Bai Zhengxuan quickly took the rolling pin and rolled the thin dumpling skin.

Leng Yebai looked seriously at the dumpling skin in his hand, almost strictly ensuring that the stuffing of each dumpling is the same.

This is his first spring festival with a family.

He grew up in the orphanage. During the Spring Festival in the orphanage, he would give each child a bowl of dumplings, which would be regarded as the Spring Festival.

It turns out that having family is really warm.

"Do you have OCD?"

Bai Juzhu looked at the dumplings of the same size in the cold night white bag and slightly smoked the corners of her mouth.

The number of times on each dumpling is the same.

"... isn't it well wrapped?"

Cold night white face paused, slightly nervous.

This is the first time he has spent the spring festival like this. In his heart, this dinner is very sacred.

I'm afraid I'll ruin everyone's interest because of myself.

"The package is very good!" Bai Jue affirmed lengyebai's efforts, glanced at the dense sweat on lengyebai's forehead and said, "aren't you so tired?"

The cold wind howled outside the window.

Cold night white forehead, but there is sweat.

"Not tired!"

Cold night white mouth slightly hooked.

As long as you don't dislike him!

Bai Yifan looked at the dumplings with a happy face. The cold night is white. The young man has a future!

Once upon a time, Bai Yifan made dumplings.

Now, his title of dumpling making master has been inherited!

Bai Juzhu, Wang Yiyun and grandma Liu Jing gathered around as a supervisor.

"Old man, your skin is too thick. Roll it again!" Liu Jing pointed to a dumpling skin.

"OK!"

Bai Zhengxuan hurriedly rolled twice with a rolling pin.

"Son, his father, knead this dough twice more, so hard." Wang Yiyun glanced.

"OK!"

Bai Anhai quickly kneaded the dough.

"Cold night white, can you not raise your orchid finger when making dumplings?"

White Jue looked at the cold night white with a toothache.

Slender white fingers are more beautiful than her orchid fingers. I can't bear it!

Cold night white:

Three ladies, who don't work by themselves, have a lot of requirements!

"Elder sister, my brother-in-law can't change it!" Bai Yifan bared his teeth and gestured with an orchid finger, "he learned the skill of making dumplings from his father!"

Bai Anhai, a resounding gold medal lawyer, was (once) upright and (once) iron.

In short, very man.

But in making dumplings, orchid fingers are more charming than anyone else!

The posture of Baijia dumplings is ancestral, with the same orchid finger. It is passed on to men rather than women!

"Go stir fry!"

Bai Qizhu turned his eyes at Bai Yifan.

Bai Yifan smiles at the cold night and goes cooking.

Today, he is the chef and makes more hard dishes.

White family men, there is no bad cooking!

It was getting dark outside. There were no fireworks and firecrackers on New Year's Eve.

Fireworks and firecrackers will attract mutated animals and zombies.

Gu Diao hasn't been here since he was driven away last time.

Even so, no one came out at night and hid in the car.

New year's Eve was deserted.

Only the bus is very warm.

Bai Yifan showed his skill and fried all the dishes on the table.

Braised pork, Squirrel Fish, boiled fish, braised prawns in oil... And grandpa Bai Zhengxuan's soy sauce elbows are all made by Bai Yifan.

The men of the white family can't cook!

The fairies of the Bai family are only responsible for eating!

The smell of the meal filtered through the lampblack pipe and floated outside.

No smell spread.

This is also for safety reasons. I'm afraid some mutant animals with sensitive noses will smell the fragrance.

When the dumplings are put into the pot, everyone just has a big bowl full.

Bai Zhengxuan took a big bowl of dumplings and got off the bus.

"Bang bang!"

Bai Zhengxuan knocked on the window of the garbage truck.

"Who!"

Uncle Wang roared out, turned over and continued to sleep.

"I!" Bai Zhengxuan whispered, "I'm sending you dumplings!"

Pop!

The door opened quickly, and the bowl in Bai Zhengxuan's hand was snatched away by Uncle Wang in an instant.

"Bang!"

The door was closed again and Uncle Wang locked it from the inside.

"It's all for me?"

After Uncle Wang locked the door, he smiled and talked to Bai Zhengxuan across the glass.

He never ate this whole bowl of meat dumplings after the end of the world.