With Liu Jing and Bai Yifan joining in, the hotpot restaurant got even livelier.
Grandfather and grandson Bai Yifan took on a small task, clearing zombies from a small supermarket.
With a formidable grandmother around, Bai Yifan hadn't even had the chance to make a move before the task was over.
The aroma of hotpot wafted throughout the restaurant.
Leng Yebai closed the restaurant's door, shutting out the apocalypse and the family's joyful laughter.
Bai Yifan hugged a bowl, munching away with gusto.
His appetite was wide open.
Even Liu Jing had several bowls of noodles.
It felt like everything was as it was before the apocalypse, as if they were just out shopping and eating hotpot.
Fish tofu, sausages, duck blood, glass noodles, and various greens were tossed inside.
And each person had a bottle of beer.
It was blissful.
An hour later, they were wiping the sweat from their foreheads, lying on the chairs digesting their meal.
