I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Staying or Leaving

Yan Ziming told Ye Qianxue to wait for her where she was, and then went to get another serving of braised pork rice noodle rolls.

When Yan Ziming arrived at the stall, he saw another pot of freshly cooked pork stew with vermicelli. The aroma made him hungry again, even though he had just eaten.

"Hey! Hello comrade, it's me again. Could you please get me two more servings of pork stewed rice noodle rolls? Thanks!" Yan Ziming said in a very familiar tone when he saw that the person on duty was the young man who had just gotten his food.

"Little girl, you can really eat! Come on! Eat more so you'll have the energy to work." The young man on duty filled two large bowls for Yan Ziming.

Looking at this portion, Yan Ziming didn't even know if she could finish it.

Yan Ziming thought to himself, "I should go back and feed that Qilin beast some. Maybe it won't be afraid of me anymore after I feed it."

After saying thank you again, Yan Ziming picked up the rice noodles and prepared to go find Ye Qianxue.

However, Yan Ziming suddenly remembered something after walking only a few steps. Oh right, I should ask them how they did it!

Yan Ziming planned to try making it himself when he got back. If he learned how to make this dish, Ye Qianxue wouldn't still be sleeping in and not getting up for breakfast, right?

It seems our protagonist is going to go further and further down the path of being a virtuous wife and loving mother.

"Comrade, may I ask how this pork stew with vermicelli is made?"

Seeing Yan Ziming return, the young man was somewhat surprised: "What, young lady, do you want to learn this dish? If you really want to learn, it will take several hours."

Spending several hours is impossible, because Yan Ziming will be going on a mission in another hour or two.

Yan Ziming considered it for a moment and said, "Okay, then I'll learn it after I finish the task."

The young man on duty didn't try to stop him; he knew that completing the task was much more important than learning to cook. "Alright, best of luck!"

"I accept your good words."

. . .

"I didn't expect this guy to be the first one to come out and greet me." Yan Ziming patted the Qilin, who was happily eating from its lunchbox, and looked at Ye Qianxue with a teasing expression.

Ye Qianxue, who was also enjoying her meal, reluctantly raised her head and quickly swallowed the rice noodles she was chewing.

"Its nose is more sensitive than mine, otherwise Qianxue would definitely be the first to greet my older sister!"

It was almost dusk, and the setting sun meant that the decapitation operation was drawing ever closer.

Seeing that it was getting late, Yan Ziming got up, stretched, and pulled Ye Qianxue, who was still resting on the ground, up.

"Get up, eat and drink your fill, and it's time to set off."

"Sister, what you said is really unlucky."

Well, there does seem to be a slight ambiguity, making him sound like a death row inmate about to be executed.

Perhaps feeling somewhat ashamed, Yan Ziming decided to solve the problem with tyranny, and she grabbed Ye Qianxue's face.

"Do you know you're wrong?"

"The chicken has arrived, please shake the pot" (Okay, please let it go).

As soon as Yan Ziming let go, Ye Qianxue immediately covered her cheeks with her hands, fearing that Yan Ziming would pinch her again.

Having escaped the clutches of evil, Ye Qianxue thought to herself, "Speaking of which, it seems like my older sister has been pinching my cheeks more and more lately. Or is it just my imagination?"

That makes sense. Ever since Yan Ziming tasted the comfortable feeling of pinching Ye Qianxue's cheeks last time, he has been unable to stop and often finds excuses to rub Ye Qianxue's little face.

When in doubt, pinch! When in a bad mood, pinch! When utterly bored, pinch! No matter what happens, a pinch always cheers Yan Ziming up.

"Big sister, what will happen to this little guy if we go on a mission?"

Ye Qianxue pointed to the Qilin beast that was still eating rice noodles.

That is indeed a problem. If we just leave it here and the military finds it, it might turn into a pot of soup by the time Yan Ziming comes back.

Yan Ziming thought for a moment and decided to take it out. Taking it out was better than leaving it here to be boiled into soup.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Late

"How about this, let's see if it's willing to cooperate..."

Before Yan Ziming could finish speaking, the Qilin beast jumped directly into Ye Qianxue's clothes and hid in the bottomless cleavage.

Although the Qilin beast wasn't very big, only about the size of two palms, it still managed to squeeze in, making Ye Qianxue's original 34D bust size increase to 34E, comparable to Yan Ziming's.

Feeling uncomfortable, Ye Qianxue frowned.

"It feels so itchy."

Ye Qianxue twisted her body, and the Qilin beast kept wriggling between her breasts, as if searching for the most comfortable position for it.

Five minutes later, the Qilin beast's head appeared outside Ye Qianxue's collar, while its lower body was inside the girl's deep cleavage.

So why didn't we just start in this position? Why did it take so long? It seems this little guy isn't any better; he's probably a pervert.

Yan Ziming felt a pang of envy and jealousy; how wonderful it would be to switch places with the Qilin Beast! However, if Yan Ziming really wanted to do that, Ye Qianxue would be more than willing, and would even offer it as a bonus.

"It's all set up, dear sister. What are you doing with your phone?"

"It's nothing, just checking the time. Let's hurry up and go."

Silently, Yan Ziming clicked to save the photo she had just taken, then turned her head away somewhat guiltily, changing the subject.

"Okay! Let's go!"

"Why are you so happy? We're not going on a picnic."

"As long as I'm with my older sister, Chiyuki is happy no matter where we go!"

. . .

Ten minutes later, Yan Ziming and Ye Qianxue arrived late again outside the military camp gate.

Yan Ziming had just arrived when he found the place eerily quiet, with only a handful of people and a military transport vehicle nearby. The only sounds were the incessant chirping of a few cicadas.

"Holy crap, where did everyone go? Did I go to the wrong place?"

Yan Ziming was a little confused. Could it be that he arrived too late and everyone else had already set off?

If that's the case, my uncle will definitely scold me to death!

"No need to look anymore. Why are you so late? Everyone else has already left, and we're the only ones left here!"

Yan Ziming looked into the transport vehicle; the sound was coming from there.

With a "snap," the car door opened, and a pair of long legs emerged from inside.

When Yan Ziming saw those long legs, he immediately guessed who she was.

"Ah! It's that pervert we met today!" Ye Qianxue couldn't help but shout when she saw the person getting out of the car.

"Who said I'm a pervert! It's this cow that's the pervert!"

In the dim light, the girl's angry face was illuminated; it was Lin Shuqi.

"Big sister, you came so slowly, Shuyao was almost asleep!"

A sweet, melodious voice, like a gentle breeze, drifted from inside the car; it belonged to the little girl, Lin Shuyao.

"Sorry, something came up that caused the delay. By the way, what happened that others set off first?"

Yan Ziming apologized first before asking the question.

"Let me explain this!" A deep male voice sounded from behind Yan Ziming.

"Eek—!" Upon hearing this voice, Yan Ziming bristled. How familiar that voice was to her!

"Hey! Hello, Uncle..." Yan Ziming turned around cautiously and greeted Yan Shan.

"You think you're so great? You little brat, you're really something, daring to be late for something this important?"

Yan Shan launched into a tirade of abuse at Yan Zimo, which terrified Yan Zimo so much that he trembled all over.

Ye Qianxue greeted sweetly, "Hello, Uncle~"

"My dear child, how is it? Are you full?"

"Ok!"

Ye Qianxue and Yan Shan were putting on a show of a grandfather doting on his granddaughter. Judging from the way Yan Shan was spoiling Ye Qianxue, anyone who didn't know better would really think that Ye Qianxue was Yan Shan's beloved granddaughter.

This infuriated Yan Ziming. How could the difference between people be so great?

Furious, Yan Ziming wanted to cry out her grievances, but what came out was, "Uncle, I know I was wrong, okay..."

In my inner world, I strike hard; in real life, I'm humble and submissive. This phrase perfectly describes Yan Ziming's current demeanor.

"You know you're wrong, why aren't you getting on the bus? You dawdling little brat."

Yan Shan opened the car door and got in.

Chapter Thirty-Four: Yan Shan Accompanying

Yan Ziming was somewhat taken aback when he saw Yan Shan get into the car.

Normally, Yan Ziming would be very happy that his uncle could go along, but Yan Shan was the commander-in-chief of this operation, so why was he personally going?

Besides, apart from that sequence-level "Grim Reaper," are there any other mutated species worth Yan Shan's attention?