Quick Transmigration: Passerby A Gets Entangled with the Male Lead

Qi Xuanyu stared warily ahead, where a small group of grotesque, slow-moving zombies seemed to be surrounding the humans.

He frowned slightly, thinking it best to avoid trouble and turn the steering wheel slightly to change his route.

"Brother Xuanyu," Qin Zhenzhen called out softly upon seeing him.

Before Qi Xuanyu could even turn the steering wheel, he saw a petite girl and a burly middle-aged man burst out of the zombie encirclement like arrows.

The girl ran ahead, with the middle-aged man bringing up the rear.

The girl held a huge spoon tightly in her hand, which swayed up and down as she ran; while the middle-aged man held a large spatula in one hand and carried a heavy pot on his back, yet he seemed to be doing it without any effort.

He Zhiyao's attention was drawn to a large pot on the man's back.

In the blink of an eye, the girl arrived at the car first, panting as she cried out, "Please, save us!" Her once clean and pretty face was now covered in filth, but her bright eyes still shone with a will to survive.

At the same time, the middle-aged man also rushed to the front of the car.

He was breathing heavily, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and soaking his collar, but the people in the car didn't react.

He hurriedly said, "Please help us, kind people! We can cook; I come from a family of culinary masters that has been passed down for eighteen generations!"

Seeing that the people in the car were all young people, he figured they probably weren't very good at cooking, even if they knew how. He decided to take a gamble.

The quiet and peaceful atmosphere inside the car was instantly shattered by this sudden situation.

Fu Chuji was awakened by the noise outside and frowned unhappily.

He slowly opened his eyes and found himself resting his head on He Zhiyao's fair neck, his mind drifting back to his hazy memories...

Fu Chuji sat up straight and turned to look out the window. When his sharp, hawk-like gaze met that of the girl and the middle-aged man, the girl trembled in fear and swallowed back the words she was about to say.

The middle-aged man, forcing himself to overcome his fear, looked at the people in the car. With the relentless horde of zombies closing in behind them, he stepped forward anxiously, his voice trembling slightly as he pleaded again:

"Could you please help save my daughter? She's an excellent cook, and we can give you all our food."

As he spoke, he put down the pot on his back, revealing a backpack inside, which contained a large amount of seasonings and some easily preserved vegetables.

"Dad, I..."

The middle-aged man shook his head at his daughter, then looked anxiously at Fu Chuji, clearly realizing that Fu Chuji was the one in charge among them.

Qi Xuanyu and Qin Zhenzhen were very interested. After they left alone, neither of them knew how to cook, but it depended on Fu Chuji's wishes.

He Zhiyao looked at the scene before her: Is this the chosen male lead team?

Water-based superpowers - Qin Zhenzhen

Forward striker - Qi Xuanyu

Cooking prodigies – girls and middle-aged people

Leisurely. Boss - Fu Chuji

And He Zhiyao herself—the big boss's little follower

Oh my! Oh my! She really managed to latch onto his coattails.

He Zhiyao's Adam's apple bobbed, her eyes unblinking as she looked at the middle-aged man with an eager expression, her smile more radiant than the sun.

What delicious food! In this apocalyptic world, it's amazing to encounter a family of gourmets who still carry their own cooking pots.

For Fu Chuji, who possesses a magical space, obtaining these delicacies is not difficult, but getting out requires some skill.

Fu Chuji's gaze was sharp as he stared intently at He Zhiyao's Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He asked slowly, "Can you drive?" His voice was deep and magnetic, as if it possessed an invisible magic.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded hurriedly and replied, "Yes, yes, yes!"

As he spoke, he nervously gripped the large spatula, as if afraid that if he answered even slightly late, he would be ruthlessly left there.

Qi Xuanyu, who was standing to the side, immediately understood Fu Chuji's intention and got out of the car with agility. Qin Zhenzhen followed closely behind.

Qi Xuanyu wielded his weapon with great force, striking the zombies' heads with each blow, while Qin Zhenzhen assisted with her superpowers, quickly clearing away the pursuing zombies.

Immediately afterwards, he and Qin Zhenzhen skillfully collected the scattered crystal cores on the ground, each one shining with a faint light, and then returned to the car.

Fu Chuji calmly got out of the car, gently raised his arm, and a brand new SUV appeared out of thin air in front of everyone.

He said methodically, "Xuanyu, you go and drive this new one. You, you drive this one." After saying that, he got into the car first.

Seeing that her father had already gotten into Fu Chuji's car, the girl glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and then turned around without hesitation and ran towards another SUV.

And so, the middle-aged man sat steadily in the driver's seat, carefully started the car, and slowly drove forward with Fu Chuji and He Zhiyao in tow.

At the same time, Qi Xuanyu was also driving a new car, with Qin Zhenzhen and that lively and lovely girl in the car.

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On a vast, open field, the spatula and the large wok made a continuous, crisp, and loud clanging sound, as if playing a unique symphony.

Accompanied by this cheerful rhythm, an enticing aroma slowly rises like wisps of smoke, filling the air and wafting into people's noses.

At this moment, apart from Fu Chuji, who was sitting leisurely on a recliner, everyone else found it hard to resist the temptation of the delicious food.

Qin Zhenzhen, in particular, couldn't wait to run to the pot, her eyes fixed on the stir-fried dishes, swallowing her saliva incessantly. Her greedy appearance was simply hilarious.

On the other side, He Zhiyao appeared slightly more reserved, but her occasional glances toward the stove betrayed her true thoughts.

Fu Chuji noticed He Zhiyao's little actions and couldn't help but chuckle, "Go if you want to, don't sneak around here."

Upon hearing this, He Zhiyao seemed to have received a pardon, and her face instantly lit up with an incredibly bright smile. She quickly said, "Thank you, brother!" and then ran excitedly toward the stove.

Fu Chuji remained relaxed on the comfortable recliner, a slight smile playing on his lips, seemingly finding everything unfolding before him quite amusing.

He Zhiyao walked quickly to the table, her gaze sweeping over the neatly arranged lunch boxes and various condiment bottles and jars before finally settling on the braised pork ribs and potato noodles that were being prepared.

The familiar scene filled her with emotion; how was this any different from life before the apocalypse?

Qin Zhenzhen glanced at He Zhiyao with disdain; she simply didn't feel comfortable with her.