Doomsday Food

The firewood was burning loudly, and the radish broth in the pot was bubbling. Zhao Yichen took a wooden spoon to taste the taste, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Zhao Damiao's "meow meow" came from outside, Zhao Yichen hurried out, scratched its chin like a reward, took the prey that Zhao Damiao brought back, and put it in the water basin beside it.

Wiped Zhao Damiao's mouth and paws that still had some blood stains, then sat in the yard and began to deal with the bird goose that was bigger than a large dog.

Winter was coming soon, and Zhao Yichen's thoughts drifted away, so he recovered and continued to pluck his hair.

He has always been distracted recently, probably because there is one less person around him.

He was not used to it. At first, he habitually cooked meals for two people. When the rice was ready, he subconsciously filled two bowls of rice. Only then did he realize that Lu Yan was no longer there.

It takes 21 days for a person to form a habit, some habits can be quit in only one week, and some habits accompany a person's life.

Lu Yan's departure broke many of his habits, and sometimes he found that he didn't wash the dishes.

Sometimes I find that I haven't wiped Zhao Damiao's mouth and paws, and sometimes I think of him unconsciously.

Zhao Yichen was a little sad. Even though Lu Yan said he would come back, he was still sad.

He didn't like being alone, and it took him a while after his parents died to get used to the fact that he was going to be alone.

He thought that he was really like a dissatisfied woman, and then persuaded himself to trust the other party in his heart.

He secretly cried many times, and after crying, he spurned himself for not being a man.

But he was really afraid, afraid that what Lu Yan said was just to coax him, afraid that Lu Yan would not come back again, afraid that he would never see him again.

Zhao Yichen came to his senses, the courtyard door was pushed open, it was Zhao Zhipeng.

He brought a fish over, and Zhao Yichen said with a smile: "What are you doing with the fish, I have some meat to eat—"

Zhao Zhipeng said: "Give it to Zhao Damiao, if you don't like it, don't eat it."

Zhao Yichen said cheerfully as always: "I don't, then I will eat! Have you eaten yet? Stay for dinner?"

Zhao Zhipeng waved his hand to refuse, turned around and said, "No, my mother has prepared a meal and waited for me to go back. Next time when Lu Yan comes back, let's eat together—"

Zhao Yichen sent someone to the gate of the courtyard and chattered: "Then what if he doesn't come back?"

Then he heard a voice so familiar that it made him cry instantly, it was Lu Yan's voice.

"Who said I won't come back?"

Zhao Yichen wiped away his tears with his hand, his throat felt like he had eaten several lemons raw, the soreness even rushed to his nasal cavity, he opened his mouth for a long time, unable to speak.

Lu Yan strode forward, hugged Zhao Yichen and whispered softly by his ear, "I'm back."

Zhao Yichen leaned on Lu Yan, "whimpered" and cried very aggrieved, and repeated in a daze: "You're back, you're back, you're finally back!"

Zhao Yichen cried and felt wronged: "Why did you come back so late? I miss you so much. I thought you didn't want me anymore."

Lu Yan patted Zhao Yichen's back lightly, and coaxed softly: "I was wrong, I came back too late, but how can brother think that I don't want you?"

Lu Yan's voice was gentle but inexplicably firm: "Hey, I definitely want us to be obedient Chenchen, and I miss our baby Chenchen very much—"

After being coaxed for a long time, Zhao Yichen finally calmed down, wiped away his tears, and smiled until his teeth showed.

Although the apocalypse is not yet over, what Zhao Yichen cares more about is the person who will accompany him in the future. He wants to wash his hands and make soup for the other party, and he also wants to nest in the other party's arms in the cold winter, so no matter what happens in the future, he can To face, to confront.

Lu Yan thought, this is the person, and he can't let go anymore.