Beside them, Mu Changhong ate while listening to the conversation between mother and daughter without saying a word.
He had seen for himself how Jiang Yun treated Mu Xi. Seeing the mother and daughter getting along so harmoniously and affectionately filled him with comfort.
Little Mu You, however, understood what they were talking about. Suddenly, even the meat didn’t taste good anymore, and he put down his chopsticks with a smack.
“Is Sis leaving home too?”
Just like Eldest Sister.
The little guy had originally been doted on by two older sisters and had been so happy he could practically blow bubbles with his snot.
But then one day, Eldest Sister left with a bag on her back and never came home again.
He didn’t know where Eldest Sister had gone.
Every time he asked Mom, she would sigh and sigh. Eventually, he stopped asking.
But he had never stopped thinking about her.
Mu Xi froze for a moment. She hadn’t expected such a strong reaction from the little guy. He had even stopped eating his meat.
She hurriedly comforted him. “Sis will write home often, and I’ll send Youyou lots of tasty things too. Youyou has to listen to Mom and Dad and be a good boy at school, okay?”
The little guy stared straight at Mu Xi, his little mouth turning down. “I don’t want tasty things! I want Sis! Waaaah…”
“This…” Mu Xi was genuinely at a loss.
“It’s fine. Let him cry. Let’s hurry up and eat. By the time he’s finished crying, we’ll probably have eaten all the meat, and then I suppose he’ll have to cry all over again.”
Jiang Yun was definitely his biological mother.
A single sentence immediately brought the little crybaby under control.
Wiping away his tears, the little guy huffily picked up his chopsticks and continued eating.
Mu Xi: “…”
Surely she had imagined him saying that he wanted his sister instead of tasty food just now?
Back in her room.
She had originally shared it with her stepsister.
After her stepsister was sent down to the countryside, the room became hers alone, while Mu You shared a room with their parents.
Their home only had two bedrooms and a living room in total.
And that was only because both adults in the family were employed.
Come to think of it, their family had relatively few people, so their living arrangements were considered fairly spacious. Some families had more than ten people crammed into a two-bedroom home.
Mu Xi couldn’t even imagine how they managed to fit everyone inside.
There wasn’t much furniture in the room. There were two iron-framed beds welded together from metal, one of which was piled high with belongings.
The other was Mu Xi’s bed.
Then there was a wardrobe with a full-length mirror, a long desk, and two chairs.
That was all.
The room could only be described as “bare-bones.” The wardrobe was the only thing that looked somewhat impressive.
In this era, a wardrobe with a mirror was indeed quite prestigious.
If she remembered correctly, Mu Changhong had had it made when he married Jiang Yun.
After briefly looking around, Mu Xi sat down on the bed.
She finally had a chance to check her ability. During the apocalypse, she had been a wood-type ability user.
Other people’s wood-type abilities were support-type abilities. They could heal and accelerate plant growth, while her wood-type ability, in addition to those functions, also allowed her to form contracts with spiritual plants and use them in battle.
That was why she had become one of the strongest.
After all, while everyone else fought alone, a wave of her hand could summon an entire army of spiritual plants.
Even if their individual strength wasn’t enough, they could gang up on the enemy.
It was just that the Zombie King at the end had been far too monstrous. The gap in strength was too great, and she simply couldn’t defeat it, so she could only self-destruct and perish together with it.
Mu Xi raised her hand, and a pale green glow slowly emerged.
“Tsk. Level Two…”
“My ability was Level Nine in my previous life, and now it’s dropped to Level Two. How long is it going to take me to level it back up?”
To be honest, Mu Xi felt a little discouraged.
But a moment later, she came to terms with it.
“Forget it. It’s already good enough that my ability came with me. What more could I ask for? Besides, Level Two is still better than Level One.”
Everything depended on what you compared it to.
Change your way of thinking and look at things from another angle, and you would realize that as long as you stopped making things difficult for yourself, there was nothing in this world that could truly make things difficult for you.