When Le Huan woke up, she felt completely refreshed—no soreness in her back, no pain in her legs. She had slept naturally until she woke on her own.
The moment she opened her eyes, she felt hungry.
Looking around, she realized no one was in the room. She got up and walked outside, noticing that one of the vehicles parked in the yard was gone.
Seeing her looking around, 66 immediately spoke up:
【Le Huan, I saw Zhao Yan leave early this morning with Wang Ni and Wu You! They wouldn’t just leave you behind and go back to the base on their own, would they?】
1066 was afraid they might find Le Huan too troublesome and abandon her.
“They wouldn’t.”
Le Huan narrowed her eyes like a pampered, noble cat. She didn’t know what they had gone out to do, but she was certain Zhao Yan wouldn’t leave her behind without a word.
Because he had fallen for her.
Although the young lady could sometimes be absent-minded, she had read plenty of novels. When it came to matters of love, she was surprisingly perceptive.
Yu Lehuan had never lacked suitors growing up—there had been all kinds. But her temper had driven many away.
Zhao Yan was different. Even when her bad temper pushed him to the brink of anger, he still indulged her.
Le Huan had always been good at pushing her luck. Now that she had confirmed Zhao Yan’s feelings, she saw no reason to hold back in ordering him around. In her mind, she quietly promoted Zhao Yan to the position of Servant No. 2.
Of course, Servant No. 1 was 1066.
1066: Thank you so much.
While she was standing in the yard, she saw Xiong Gang coming out from the back. In the distance, Chen Youyu was squatting nearby.
“Miss Yu, you’re awake. Are you hungry? The Team Leader specially left some food for us.”
In truth, it had been specially prepared for her—but the Team Leader had told them not to say so. Xiong Gang didn’t understand why their Team Leader insisted on doing good deeds anonymously.
“Let’s eat. I’m hungry.”
Le Huan turned and went back inside, sitting at the table, waiting to be served.
【Le Huan, why didn’t you ask where Zhao Yan and the others went?】66 was curious.
“Oh, I forgot.”
Le Huan didn’t care. Right now, she just wanted to eat.
【Aren’t you worried at all? There are zombies everywhere—what if something happens?】66 was terrified of zombies, thinking they looked like ghosts from some supernatural horror zone.
“What’s there to worry about? I’m the weakest one among us, okay?” Le Huan thought 66 was just a foolish worrywart.
By then, Xiong Gang had already reheated lunch and placed it on the table, immediately digging in. Soon after, Chen Youyu came in and sat down to eat as well.
“The Team Leader and the others went back to the gas station to check for fuel. Oil is valuable—we have to bring it back.”
Xiong Gang spoke while eating, worried she might be concerned.
Le Huan looked at the mushy food in her bowl with an indifferent expression, unable to understand how the two of them could eat it so enthusiastically.
She had already guessed Zhao Yan had gone back to the gas station. Before they left, they had mentioned looking for fuel. After luring away the zombies, it made sense to go back and collect it—after all, those zombies weren’t much of a threat to them.
She stirred the mush with her spoon but didn’t complain or ask Xiong Gang to remake it. After all, his cooking was even worse than Zhao Yan’s. She decided she would just wait for Zhao Yan to come back and cook for her instead.
“Why aren’t you eating? Not to your taste?” Chen Youyu noticed her pale lips.
As the team’s half-doctor, it was his responsibility to take care of everyone. Since the Team Leader liked Miss Yu, he felt he should help take care of her too. Given her weak condition, not eating was clearly not an option.
“Mm, I don’t feel like eating. When did Zhao Yan leave?”
“He left early this morning. He should be back soon.”
Chen Youyu watched as she idly played with her spoon without eating. She had just said she was hungry—clearly, she simply didn’t like the food. He couldn’t help but wonder how the Team Leader would manage to take care of her in the future.
Xiong Gang hadn’t eaten enough. When Le Huan handed him her bowl, he shyly accepted and finished it. In his simple mind, Le Huan was like a celestial fairy from a play—someone who didn’t even need to eat.
As Le Huan lay lazily on the rattan chair with an empty stomach, she suddenly heard the sound of a car engine stopping at the gate.
Zhao Yan had returned.
She immediately sprang up and ran toward the door in quick, light steps.
“Zhao Yan—”
The moment Zhao Yan opened the door, he saw Le Huan running toward him. Under the midday sunlight, she looked like a divine maiden stepping out of a painting.
She rushed at him like a small cannonball, and he instinctively reached out to catch her.
The impact pulled at his injuries, and he let out a muffled groan. Before he could say anything, Le Huan lightly punched him with her small fists, acting spoiled.
“Zhao Yan, I’m so hungry~ Go cook for me, okay?”
She was clearly dissatisfied that he had returned so late—even though it had already been as fast as possible.
“Didn’t I leave food for you?”
Zhao Yan looked at her pale face and frowned, wondering if the portion he left hadn’t been enough. He led her back inside and signaled Wu You to drive the car into the yard.
“But I don’t like eating mush,” Le Huan said, carefully avoiding mentioning that it looked disgusting and killed her appetite.
Zhao Yan looked at this troublesome girl. Having hot food at all was already a luxury, yet she was the pickiest of all. Even though he wanted to correct her bad habit of being picky, he couldn’t. Her weak body meant that if she didn’t eat, something might really happen to her.
Since he had decided to take care of her properly, he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
“Then sit and wait for a bit. I’ll treat my wound first, then cook.”
At the gas station, he had been distracted thinking about her and hadn’t noticed a zombie behind him in time. While dodging, his arm had scraped against a steel pipe, leaving a bleeding wound that needed to be treated quickly.
Le Huan gently touched his arm, her tone full of concern. “Does it hurt? Don’t let anything happen to you.”
It was the first time she had shown concern for him. Zhao Yan looked a little uncomfortable and replied stiffly, “I’m fine.”
After saying that, he turned and walked out. Not long after, he came back and placed a few milk candies into her hand.
“I found these at the gas station. Eat these first to hold you over.”
Le Huan didn’t say anything, but 66 watched in surprise.
Zhao Yan’s temper had softened a lot compared to before. Now he was practically serving her like a beast of burden, yet he didn’t complain about her picky eating at all. In the apocalypse, being picky was almost unheard of—many people didn’t even have enough to eat.
But 66 noticed that Zhao Yan’s goodwill value wasn’t increasing much, even though it was slowly rising.
Was he deliberately suppressing his feelings?