Rebirth before Apocalypse: My Whole Family are Bigshots!-Chapter 219: May I Ask a Bold Question

The usually quiet Xiao Lou became much livelier after the Bai Family entered.

Fireworks long missing were set up in the living room.

Plates of fragrant dishes emitted gentle wisps of smoke.

The earthen stove was used, with Bai Yifan responsible for stoking it, his face smudged black.

As he wiped his face, Bai Yifan grumbled, "Dad, why do I always have to do the fire stoking?"

Growing up in the city, the only time he used an earthen stove was when his grandparents did.

It’s been months since the apocalypse began, and he hasn’t stoked a stove in ages; he’s a bit rusty now.

"If you don’t stoke it, who will?" Bai Anhai said with a silent eye roll.

Doesn’t he know his own position in this family?

Bai Yifan pouted a bit, saying nothing further.

Alright, alright, he gets it, isn’t it just that his position in the family is low?

"Mom, when are you going to have a third child?" Bai Yifan sidled up to Wang Yiyun with a grin, "Just in time to give us a little brother!"

As long as it’s not another sister, his position in the family wouldn’t be the lowest!

"Are you sure it would definitely be a brother? Are you sure it would be a handsome brother? Are you sure it would be a handsome and well-behaved brother?" Wang Yiyun looked at Bai Yifan with narrowed eyes, "If not, you’ll be the one raising him, feeding him your formula, putting him in your diapers!"

"I was just joking."

Bai Yifan shook his head vigorously, immediately becoming obedient, and sat quietly waiting for the meal.

Forget it, having a brother or sister isn’t necessary.

Whether future siblings would be good-looking or well-behaved, he didn’t know.

What he did know was that with siblings, his formula surely wouldn’t be safe.

Zhang Yiming watched the Bai Family bickering, his eyes full of envy.

If only he could live in such a family in the future, how great that would be.

Bickering together, eating together, traveling together.

But, he can’t.

He couldn’t even cook with them.

Even if Xiao Niu wasn’t disgusted by his filthy body, he still drew a line in his mind, very cautiously.

Not touching the dishes they’ve used, not picking food, not cooking with them.

Afraid that one careless moment, he’d infect them with the virus.

"Brother Zhang, aren’t you eating today?"

Bai Yifan was a bit curious seeing Zhang Yiming not coming near the dining table.

Clearly, Brother Zhang was the host, yet he stayed away, observing from afar.

Zhang Yiming was momentarily stunned, his fingers twitching, unsure what to say.

Back when they didn’t know he was a zombie, he joined in eating a few bites to conceal it.

But now that they knew his identity, would they mind if he still ate with them?

"Are you eating or not?" Leng Yebai’s cold voice rang out, "If not, I’ll eat it all."

With that said, Leng Yebai placed Bai Xiqin’s two bowls of rice in front of himself.

Clearly, one bowl was intended for Zhang Yiming.

Zhang Yiming pursed his thin lips, silently sitting next to Leng Yebai, snatching a bowl of rice from in front of him.

Fan Tangtang and Grandpa Fan were still working on math problems, completely absent from this earthly pleasure.

Finally, it was meal time.

Leng Yebai’s chopsticks swiftly moved, taking a generous amount of every dish and calmly placing them into Zhang Yiming’s bowl.

Bai Yifan sneakily glanced at Leng Yebai, then at Zhang Yiming, his eyes gradually becoming corrupted.

Leng Yebai gave Bai Yifan a cold glance, "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing, nothing." Bai Yifan shook his head hard, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips, "I just think you look cool when picking food."

Leng Yebai: ...

You think I want to serve food?

If not out of fear that everyone would turn into little cuties chanting ’aww’, he wouldn’t bother doing this!

A zombie’s saliva contains a lot of virus; being bitten by a zombie definitely turns you into one.

If one were to eat a zombie’s saliva, would they turn into a zombie? No one has tested this yet.

Odds are, they’d turn into a zombie.

Thus, Zhang Yiming never extended his chopsticks to the dishes, and Leng Yebai tacitly took on the task of serving.

Under Bai Yifan’s corrupted gaze, Zhang Yiming remained completely composed, taking large bites of food.

As long as he’s not embarrassed, the one who feels awkward is Leng Yebai!

"Ahem, Brother Zhang, may I boldly ask you a question?" Bai Yifan gently coughed, looking slyly at Zhang Yiming.

Zhang Yiming swallowed his food expressionlessly, "Of course."

Bai Yifan slyly rubbed his fingers, pointing at Leng Yebai, "How many cans of formula do you think he’s worth?"

"Which kind?" Zhang Yiming asked back.

"The one you gave me last time." Bai Yifan grinned.

After some serious thought, Zhang Yiming stretched out three long fingers.

"Wow! So many!"

Bai Yifan’s eyes sparkled brightly.

He felt like there was a windfall waiting for him, just waiting for him.

The prerequisite being, when he could finally beat Leng Yebai, that’s when he’d land the three-can formula windfall!

Leng Yebai’s face darkened a bit, giving Zhang Yiming a piece of chicken butt.

Am I only worth three cans of formula?

What kind of formula is that expensive?

"Three spoons, can’t give more."

Zhang Yiming calmly replied.

Leng Yebai is just a food-serving hand; being worth three spoons of formula is already pricey!

Bai Yifan: ......

Oh, forget it then.

For three spoons of formula, it’s too much hassle.

Leng Yebai’s cold face twitched a bit, quietly placing a clove of garlic into Zhang Yiming’s bowl.

It’s said vampires fear garlic, but nobody knows if it’s true.

To be safe, Leng Yebai picked every aromatic spice he could see from the table.

Zhang Yiming: ...

"Brother Leng, after you serve Brother Zhang food, then eat with those chopsticks yourself, wouldn’t Brother Zhang indirectly be using your chopsticks?" Bai Yifan suddenly realized, "Meaning, Brother Zhang has been eating your..."

Before he could say the words ’saliva’, Fan Liping stuffed a chicken leg into his mouth.

"Kids should eat more, eat up, grow tall!" Fan Liping’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.

And grow some brains.

Could this be talked about like this?

That’s Zhang Yiming you’re talking about!

A High Rank Zombie among High Rank Zombies, extremely aloof and unapproachable, cold and ruthless.

Even if the relationship is good, saying this is still wrong!

Truly afraid Bai Yifan would turn into a little cutie chanting ’aww’.

"No worries, just afraid some chopsticks touch my bowl."

Zhang Yiming remained totally calm, with no sign of awkwardness whatsoever.

As long as he’s thick-skinned enough, the embarrassment belongs to Leng Yebai!

Fan Liping and his wife glanced at each other, both clearly shocked in each other’s eyes.

The normally cold-to-the-core Zhang Yiming wasn’t angry?

The two silently looked towards Bai Xiqin, saying no more.

"Huh? Then Brother Leng, if you’re not careful, would you start chanting ’aww’?" Bai Yifan intently stared at Leng Yebai’s chopsticks.

Leng Yebai forced himself to act composed, not losing his temper.

As long as he stayed calm, the one going mad inside would be Zhang Yiming.

If I’m not embarrassed, the embarrassment belongs to others.

"No worries, if I win the lottery later, you can chop my head off."

Leng Yebai had a smile on his face, looking ’warmly’ at Bai Yifan.

Bai Yifan felt those warm eyes carried waves of killing intent, instantly shaking his head wildly.

"No, I don’t dare." Bai Yifan shivered.

Brother Leng is scary.

"Then I’ll leave it to you." Leng Yebai calmly looked at Zhang Yiming.

"Sure, rest assured, I’m ready anytime."

Zhang Yiming seriously nodded, resolute and without hesitation.

Not to mention chopping his head off if he turned into an ’aww’ uttering little cutie.

Even if he didn’t get infected, he! Still! Could!

Leng Yebai: ...