Chapter 9:

Three minutes later, a slight snoring sounded. Lu Qiming turned over, swept all the quilts away, and almost kicked Jiang Miaomiao out of bed.
Jiang Miaomiao:...... Give me back!
She grabbed the quilt with both hands, and desperately pulled it to this side, almost exhausting her strength, still unable to shake the opponent.
After tossing for most of the night, Jiang Miaomiao reluctantly regained a quilt, curled up aggrieved and fell asleep.
Early in the morning, the sun shone into the glass window, Lu Qiming opened his eyes and saw the soft and warm quilt on his body. He couldn't help but stretch out comfortably.
The people around you have already got up, and there is a sound of water in the bathroom.
Lu Qiming went down to the ground, folded the quilt, and planned to go downstairs to make breakfast.
Jiang Miaomiao suddenly opened the door, her petite body blocking his way.
He was very grateful for the other party's stay last night, so he took the initiative to say:
"Good morning."
Jiang Miaomiao's face was dark, "Do you think I look good?"
Lu Qiming leaned over to check and found that her spirit was indeed sluggish, and asked uncertainly: "Are you here again?"
"I caught a cold by you."
The chattering opened, and she kept talking about him.
"You're really welcome to say you're welcome. You treat my bed as your own bed, right? All the quilts are rolled up on me. What do I cover? I can't pull it back, it's like a cow. I can't kick and kick. Wake up, are you really a pig reincarnation?"
Lu Qiming was stunned by her scolding, and quickly apologized when she said that she was tired and stopped to gasp.
"I don't usually do this. Maybe I was too tired yesterday. I promise I will never grab your quilt in the future."
Jiang Miaomiao snorted coldly.
"I don't care what happens to you in the future, anyway, you don't want to go to my bed anymore, you can solve the problem of sleeping by yourself."
She didn't sleep well all night, she had a low-grade fever again, and her head was dizzy. After speaking, she got into the bed and continued to sleep.
Lu Qiming knew that he was wrong and did not excuse him. He went to the kitchen for a long time and brought a bowl of hot porridge.
But even if he broke his mouth, the other party would not open his eyes to pay attention to him.
He had to put the porridge on the bedside table and went downstairs to do his own thing.
Jiang Miaomiao slept until two o'clock in the afternoon. When he woke up, the fever had subsided, and his stomach was groaning.
She touched the porridge bowl, the temperature was so cold, so she put on her shoes and went downstairs looking for food.
Jin Banhip had been howling last night, and now he is probably howling tired, no longer making a sound, just kept hitting the wall with his head.
The little stars outside the window wandered as always, indifferent to the lack of a companion.
Jiang Miaomiao came to the living room and was about to go to the kitchen. He suddenly caught a glimpse of Lu Qiming squatting by the window with his back to her, not knowing what he was messing with.
She walked over curiously, and saw him pour the dug soil into a large basin. The bean sprouts were also transferred to that pot and planted in a decent way.
"You... planted it?"
She asked in surprise.
Lu Qiming turned his head, his handsome face was stained with mud, but he didn't notice it.
"I think you are not feeling well, and I am worried that no one cares about it, so I moved it over on my own terms."
"Can you plant it?"
"This kind of trivial matter is personal."
He was afraid that she would not believe it, so he brought the basin over to show her.
Jiang Miaomiao himself was swaying half a bottle of water. After watching for a long time, he couldn't see the problem, nodded and said:
"Okay, thanks for your hard work."
Lu Qiming asked, "Are you hungry? There is porridge left in the pot, and the fire has not been turned off, so keep it warm."
She turned her head to look, and there really was a pot on the stove puffing white smoke.
Her mood suddenly became extremely complicated, but she quickly reminded herself not to be fooled by this man.
Yesterday it was because of being too soft-hearted that I led the wolf into the room and made me catch a cold.
Jiang Miaomiao walked over, holding a bowl of porridge.
Lu Qiming shrugged, poured some water for the bean sprouts, and put it on the windowsill.
The golden sun shining on the green leaves is the most beautiful picture in the last days.
After eating, Jiang Miaomiao took out half a bag of soybeans he brought back from the convenience store and wondered how to grow bean sprouts.
In elementary school, the teacher taught them to soak the beans overnight, and then make some clean sand to cover the swollen bean sprouts. Put the container in a warm but dark place, wait a few days, the bean sprouts will rush out.
She tried it before and was successful, so she was full of confidence.
But the problem is, where can she find sand?
After much deliberation, Jiang Miaomiao decided to use paper towels instead.
If the stock is large, it doesn't matter if you waste some. If the beans are not delivered, they will be fried and eaten.
She said she did it, and filled half a bucket of warm water with the bucket that was previously filled with soil, and poured all the beans down.
The next morning, drain the water, put several layers of wet paper towels on the beans, and hide them in a small cabinet under the stove.
The process is now complete, just wait for the beans to sprout.
Jiang Miaomiao did his own thing as usual, practicing calligraphy, painting, and washing clothes, and couldn't help but take a look every few minutes.
Lu Qiming couldn't help laughing at this.
"Are you afraid it will run? You have to watch it all the time."
She curled her lips, "I'm afraid that someone will steal it while I'm not paying attention."
"I'm not that boring."
Lu Qiming boiled some hot water for himself, carried it in a bucket, and said, "Go to the bath."
Jiang Miaomiao looked at him with envy.
She also wanted to take a bath.
Since the water plant was destroyed and the city was cut off from water, the water heater became useless. The poor pot in the kitchen could only be used for washing, at most half a pot at a time.
Lu Qiming's skin is thick, and he can wash from head to feet with half a basin of hot water mixed with cold water.
But she can't.
It takes at least two buckets to wash your hair and bath to make it comfortable. The small pot is simply not available.
So these days, she hasn't taken a real shower. She just squatted in the bathroom and wiped it with a towel.
Jiang Miaomiao sighed quietly and turned to look at the bean sprouts on the windowsill.
It has been two or three days since it has been planted, why is it still half-dead? Could there be insufficient nutrients in the soil?
Half an hour later, Lu Qiming walked out refreshingly with his wet hair, and saw Jiang Miaomiao waving at him.
"come."
"doing what?"
She pointed to the bean sprouts, "Apply some fertilizer."
Lu Qiming: "...what did you say?"
"You know what I mean, don't be foolish."
He pouted and refused.
"No, it's disgusting."
"What did you say when I said disgusting?" Jiang Miaomiao used his own way to treat his body, "Anyway, it must be washed away, it is better to use it."
"This is for eating."
"This is how farmyard manure is. Others pour manure into the vegetable field, and you still eat it deliciously. Don't linger, hurry up."
She hurried so eagerly, as if she was going to pick his pants by herself.
Lu Qiming had to carry the soybean sprouts back to the bathroom, and then came out after pouring them.
"Give you."
Jiang Miaomiao pinched his nose, "Leave it there, let it go, why do you do it for me? How dirty."
It's unreasonable to ask him to pour fertilizer again and think he is dirty.
Lu Qiming shook his head and put the soybean sprouts back on the windowsill.
Jiang Miaomiao expected it to grow sturdily from now on, but when he got up the next day, the leaves were all yellow.
"Your urine is poisonous!"
puff--
The porridge in Lu Qiming's mouth sprayed all over the table.
"You are poisonous."
"How can it be like this if there is no poison? They are all dying."
"I said I can't pee, you have to, you killed it if you died."
Jiang Miaomiao didn't believe in evil, so he quickly watered it, hoping to dilute Lu Qiming's poisonous urine.
However, it is a pity that the leaves of the bean sprouts fell out in the afternoon, and the poles were rolled up, which did not last until the evening.
The bean sprouts she had high hopes for were so gone, she had to put the remaining hope on the bean sprouts.
Fortunately, the latter did not live up to her expectations, and within two days of planting, many small shoots emerged.
She was very excited, moved the bean sprouts to her room, and specifically told Lu Qiming to stay away from it, especially his urine.
Lu Qiming couldn't laugh or cry, "I really don't have this hobby."
Jiang Miaomiao focused on guarding this pot of treasure. On the fifth day, the bean sprouts had grown to a considerable height.
She simmered in a very sacred and excited mood, sautéed it in the pan, using only oil and salt as the seasoning, and placed it on the dining table two minutes later. The fresh fragrance filled the entire living room.
This is the only fresh vegetable in the villa for a month.
Lu Qiming was tinkering in the basement, but he smelled it.
When he was still hesitating whether to pass, Jiang Miaomiao took the initiative to beckoned, gave him the bowl and chopsticks, and put a chopstick into his bowl.
He sat down and counted, smiling bitterly.
"Five bean sprouts, so generous."
Jiang Miaomiao raised his chin, "What's wrong with the five? Others don't necessarily have to eat it. If it weren't for my wit, I brought the soybeans back, and now I don't have one."
He nodded, eating the precious bean sprouts one by one, looking at Jiang Miaomiao, who was immersed in the delicacy without raising his head, and said:
"It is estimated that in a week, the big wave of zombies will arrive. Our food has bottomed out and we must go to the supermarket."
After finishing the last bite, Jiang Miaomiao closed his eyes and savored the aftertaste of vegetables.
Lu Qiming stretched out a hand to pinch her cheek, "Don't swallow secretly, talk about business."
She opened her eyes disappointedly, "Okay, you go. Remember to take away the golden half-butt before going, I don't want to commit suicide halfway to being bitten by it."
Lu Qiming frowned, "You don't want to live that way?"
"I just know my abilities. I may not be able to fight a wild cat. Go fight thousands of zombies? Are you kidding me."
She said and stood up, "We have lived together for so long, and it is considered fate. If you want to go, I won't stop, just take whatever you need in the house. I only have one request, leave me alone."
She wiped her mouth, discarded the tissue, and prepared to go upstairs.
Lu Qiming looked at her back and said: "If I am 80% sure, let us come back from the supermarket safely?"
Jiang Miaomiao stopped and looked back.
"tell me the story."
He got up and walked to the door of the utility room, opening the lock and saying:
"Zombies mainly rely on their sense of smell to judge whether they are humans. As long as we pretend to be zombies from this aspect, we won't attract their attention."
The door opened, and Jin half-butt was lying quietly on the ground. Hearing the movement, he immediately struggled.
Lu Qiming raised his eyebrows at Jiang Miaomiao, and seemed to be asking-do you want to try?
She still hesitated, "Are you sure it's useful?"
"Otherwise, how do you think I came to this house safely?"
Jiang Miaomiao thought of the blood stains all over his body that day, and suddenly realized.
But she was timid and refused to believe it without seeing it in person.
"You are so sure, try to show me first."
Lu Qiming said that there was no problem. He did not know where to draw a knife and hit the fat ankle of the golden half-butt with a knife.
The thick black blood slowly trickled out, and he wiped it on his body, not letting go of every inch of his skin.
Jiang Miaomiao looked nauseous and retreated outside the door.
A few minutes later, Lu Qiming's body was covered with zombie blood, and his mouth and nose were covered with a towel. He let Jiang Miaomiao come in to see, while he took the knife and cut a hole in the sheet on Jin's half-butt face.
The huge nose moved, and the golden half-butt clearly heard the movement, but couldn't smell the vitality. After looking for a long time, Jiang Miaomiao who rushed to the door opened his blood basin.
Lu Qiming slowly wiped the blood from the blade.
"Trust me now?"