The smile on Wan Dapeng's face disappeared, and he nodded seriously. "Don't worry, I'll be careful."
His life did not belong to him alone. He had to live longer and do more for the base! He had to help Yu Xinya solve some problems. Life in the apocalypse was difficult and dangerous. He was worried about leaving her alone.
Du Yue was about to say something when a person came to the door. He looked a little familiar and seemed to be a customer who had come for dinner yesterday. "Hey there, why haven't you started cooking today?"
"The soup's almost ready. If you'd like to order other dishes, I'll make them for you right away," He Xing said with a smile.
The man walked in and found a table near the door to sit down at. "Then I'll have a bowl of seafood soup and spicy stir-fried clams. Yesterday's stir-fried clams were too delicious. I didn't have enough."
