Salted Fish Transmigrated Into An Apocalyptic Book

Lu Qiming thought that Jiang Miaomiao would retreat in less than half an hour and come back to ask for help.

Then he can just blackmail.

For example, she will wash all the bowls in the future.

Such as helping him wash clothes.

For example, don't laugh at him anymore.

However, the progress of the matter exceeded his expectations. After waiting for a morning, Jiang Miaomiao did not come out.

Later, the knocking sound disappeared, and he couldn't help but go down and check, and saw a small white shadow squatting in the corner in the dark basement, motionless, like a ghost.

Lu Qiming coughed twice, walked to the shelf, pretended to take something to eat, glanced at her as he passed by, and deliberately asked:

"Haven't dug the dirt yet?"

Jiang Miaomiao was angry when he mentioned this.

The city is located in the south, and the spring tide is very strong.

The owner of the villa laid a thick layer of moisture-proof layer in the basement in order to prevent moisture, but her hands were broken and she couldn't make a hole.

If you want to dig soil from here, you have to dig until the year of the monkey.

She clutched her forehead and sighed deeply.

Lu Qiming unpacked Oreo and ate his mouth black, like gnawing briquettes.

"I can help you dig in the yard, as long as you promise me a few conditions."

Jiang Miaomiao got up and walked out with a cold expression.

"No, thanks."

He followed unexpectedly.

"Are you not going to grow vegetables?"

There is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to give up.

What's the use of reluctantly growing some vegetables? When Lu Qiming was gone, she dared not go to the supermarket alone, she was still dead.

That being the case, it's better to lie down comfortably and die.

The word struggle has nothing to do with her since she was born.

Jiang Miaomiao figured it out, washed his hands, lay on a chair and flipped through the supermarket sales brochure.

She brought it back from the supermarket before, and it was printed with many products.

Although many products are not available at all today, it is quite cool to have an eye addiction.

Three yuan a catty for oranges? It's so cheap, I should have eaten it for three to five catties overnight.

Three pineapples for ten yuan? Oh my god, it’s free, why didn’t she notice it before?

An egg is seven cents, ooh... She hasn't eaten poached eggs for a long time.

In order to satisfy the appetite, Jiang Miaomiao brought a few bottles of chewing gum.

You can't eat oranges and pineapples, but she can eat orange-flavored gum and pineapple-flavored gum.

After Lu Qiming came out, he went to fill the gap in his bedroom. After more than an hour, he came out to cook lunch and saw her leisurely flipping through the booklet, chewing gum in her mouth, and blowing big bubbles from time to time.

He washed the rice and cooked it, saw the germinated seeds, and asked:

"You really don't plan to grow them? They are all sprouted, what a waste."

"Waste is wasted. Nobody cares about a bunch of goods on the street. It's not bad."

"You can just plant fresh vegetables to eat."

"I can tell who will live a long time with it, thinking about those who can't count on it."

Lu Qiming nodded, "All right, you don't want me to throw it away."

Jiang Miaomiao's movement of turning over the pamphlet paused, holding back heartache.

"Throw it."

With a bang, the seeds were thrown into the trash can along with the wet tissues.

Lu Qiming cut vegetables for cooking, the procedure became more and more proficient, and soon made two dishes.

After eating, he took a short break, sitting on the window sill with his long legs bent, sipping a pack of pecan-flavored sunflower seeds.

After the dumplings that failed yesterday, Jiang Miaomiao was aroused to fight, and determined to eat the delicacies he made before he died.

The difficulty of dumplings is too high, so she weighed it for a long time and decided on pancakes.

This is simple. I have seen others do it before. Just add water to the flour, add salt, and add ingredients according to your preference, such as leeks and eggs. Wait for the pot to heat up and pour it in.

There were no chives and eggs on hand, and all the bean sprouts were all eaten, so she soaked a handful of black fungus, cut it into shreds, poured it into the flour with the shredded ham, and stirred with water.

The amount of water is a key point, so you can't be careless.

Jiang Miaomiao took out his concentration during the exam and poured water carefully.

Lu Qiming licked melon seeds and said coldly, "Don't waste your efforts, you are not this piece of material at all."

She was upset when she heard it and shouted back:

"Shut up and stop talking, are you a hamster?"

Lu Qiming aggrieved aggrieved and went back to the room with melon seeds.

At last, Jiang Miaomiao turned the flour into a paste, heated the pan, spread a thin layer of oil, and poured the batter.

As soon as the batter met the hot oil, it sizzled and made small bubbles. The edges become solid visible to the naked eye.

For fear of scorching, she hurriedly turned over, but she didn't know the time and turned it too early, causing the batter to fall apart, and finally turned into a half-baked sticky ball.

Jiang Miaomiao took a taste, frowned, and picked up the spatula.

Come again!

Lu Qiming took a nap in the room and was awakened by a burst of fragrance, curious about the underground floor.

Jiang Miaomiao sat beside the dining table, with a white porcelain plate in front of him, with several cakes of different sizes on the plate, looking at him triumphantly.

He pretended not to know anything, "What did you do? Does it look good?"

"That is, some people say that I am not this piece of material at all, I have to prove it to him, this kind of trivial matter is not difficult for me."

"Really?" Lu Qiming glanced at the trash can that was filled up again, shrugged, and reached out to eat the cake.

Jiang Miaomiao tapped his fingers with chopsticks.

"Who asked you to take it? This is mine."

He drew back in pain, frowning.

"What kind of friendship between us, you and me?"

"Of course it must be divided. After all, I was not willing to ask someone to dig some soil for me before. There is no friendship at all."

Lu Qiming knew that she was taunting her, and said, "Didn't I say to help you dig it? You don't want it."

"You don't want it at all, why should I be boring?"

Jiang Miaomiao picked up the plate and turned it around in front of him twice, so that he could smell it but couldn't eat it, and went upstairs to eat alone.

Lu Qiming looked at the remaining flour and ingredients, and wanted to make one, so that she could see what is really good craftsmanship.

But the gaps in the windows have not yet been filled, so doing business matters.

It took almost three days to fill in all the gaps in the entire villa. Unless the window was specially opened, no wind would penetrate.

In the same way, the smell inside couldn't spread out, and it became a small world isolated from the world.

Jiang Miaomiao looked at the dark house and couldn't help saying to him, "You have to restore it to me before you leave, you know?"

She is not a bat, and her mood is much worse if she stays away from the sun for too long.

It's already the end of the world, and if you get depression or something, you can't live.

Lu Qiming couldn't help shaking his head.

"If you haven't met me, you will not survive the next day when the tide of zombies arrives."

She rolled her eyes, "If I hadn't met you, I haven't eaten all of those things until now."

The two of them couldn't say anything, they put their middle fingers to each other, looking for something to kill the time.

The villa is completely impossible to get out, so I can only engage in some indoor activities.

Lu Qiming also started to knead the dough, not knowing what to do.

Jiang Miaomiao didn't expect him to share it with himself, took the flashlight and walked around, and decided to open the door and look at the golden half-butt.

The golden half-butt is really miserable.

Half of his **** was bitten off when he became a zombie, and he has been bled by them these days, so weak that he loses his face.

Because it helped them a lot, Jiang Miaomiao chopped a piece of bacon and threw it to him.

If it is willing to eat other things to survive, she might be able to keep it as a pet.

However, Jin Ban buttocks didn't give much face, so he sniffed the bacon and turned aside his face in disgust.

"Don't eat such delicious things, you deserve to be hungry."

Jiang Miaomiao scolded him and was about to go out, when suddenly he heard a strange howl from a distance.

Jin's buttocks were also agitated, twisting his body desperately.

What's up? Today is not the night of the full moon.

She didn't have the guts to stay and fight alone with Jin Banhan, and quickly withdrew to lock the door, and subconsciously moved closer to Lu Qiming.

Lu Qiming used to knead the dough in the kitchen, but he didn't knead it, his hands were covered with batter, and he stood by the wall with his ears on the wall, seeming to be listening for something.

Jiang Miaomiao walked over and asked, "Did you hear what happened just now?"

He covered her mouth with his hand and wiped her mouth full of batter.

"Shhh, don't make noise."

In an emergency, it is not suitable for bickering. Jiang Miaomiao obediently kept quiet and put his ear to the wall.

Learn all about it, all about it.

It seemed that something was crawling on the wall, making a slight rubbing sound.

Next to it was a window, which was tightly sealed by Lu Qiming with plastic wrap and paint.

She wanted to go to the other side to listen, but she just walked two steps forward, only to hear a bang, the glass splashing.

A **** hand jerked in from the window and grabbed her shoulder.

Jiang Miaomiao exhausted all her strength before she did not scream, her face pale in fright.

With great hand strength, he pulled her out, and the roar of the zombies was close to his ears.

She grabbed the window frame, thinking of what might happen next, tears came out.

Lu Qiming was so fast that he ran to fetch a kitchen knife and slashed at his wrist.

The human bone was too hard to cut off at once. He came again, slashing from the radius.

The **** hand released and fell to the floor. The nerve was not completely dead, and he dragged his broken arm for half a meter.

The zombies outside the window screamed and hit the window like a beast.

The glass shattered and fell on Jiang Miaomiao's neck, and blood immediately flowed out, dyeing her white skirt red.

She ignored the wiping off and ran away.

The zombie's strength was astonishing, and the next second he broke through the window and got in, his red eyes looked straight at her, emitting a bloodthirsty light.

Lu Qiming picked up the chair she used to sit on and put her four legs on the window, just to hold the zombie's head.

The intact hand scratched him randomly, grabbing a **** fingerprint.

He fought hard to withstand the zombies, turned back and shouted at Jiang Miaomiao:

"Bring the hot oil on the stove."

Jiang Miaomiao was too frightened, his head was dizzy, and he couldn't hear him clearly.

"what?"

"oil!"

She looked towards the stove. Lu Qiming was probably preparing fried oil cakes before, and burned a pot of hot oil, which was already smoking.

She hurriedly brought the oil over. The blood dripped into the hot oil, crackling, and it seemed to splash out and land on her arm, but she no longer felt the pain.

Back by the window, Jiang Miaomiao couldn't start.

"How to do?"

Splash it over? Lu Qiming is also here, he will be scalded to death.

Lu Qiming shouted in a deep voice: "Listen to my password, three...two...one, splash!"

At the moment when the word was splashed out, he pulled back his chair and blocked him, relying on his long legs, and striding two or three meters away in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Miaomiao tried his best to pour the oil forward, and then ran away after throwing away the pot.

The hot oil poured over the zombies' heads all over their bodies, and the rotten skin resembled pigskin thrown into the oil pan. It exploded violently, even emitting a burnt fragrance.

Lu Qiming ran to the stove, grabbed the empty plastic bottle used for rolling, lit it with the fire on the gas stove and threw it over.

With a boom, the flames skyrocketed.

The zombies screamed in the flames, vaguely wanting to rush in.

Lu Qiming took the mop and stabbed it hard in the chest, slammed it down the window, and landed on the grass in the yard.

It rolled frantically on the ground, howling, and other zombies agitated and looked here.

Lu Qiming raised the wooden dining table for eating, and blocked the hole in the window with the tabletop.

"Hammer and nails!"

Jiang Miaomiao brought it to him to help withstand the table.

He knocked frantically for a while and finally sealed the window again.

Looking back at Jiang Miaomiao, I wanted to tell her that she didn't need to push her, and she could take a break, but she was bloodied and lost.

"Where did you hurt?" Lu Qiming asked nervously.

The corner of her mouth was pulled down, and she staggered into his arms, hugging his waist and crying.

"Scared to death...oooo..."