The Chef Rules the Last Days-Chapter 453 - 452: Feeding

Yang Yichu obediently walked over and sat on the bed, handing over what he held in his hand, "It’s tasty."

Su Mo rubbed his head, "Did you go out hunting?"

Yang Yichu kept his mouth shut and didn’t speak, but how could her sharp nose not smell the faint scent of blood on him? Even though he had tried to mask it, Su Mo still detected it.

She opened the can, ate a piece of meat inside, and asked softly, "Doesn’t mutant beast meat taste good?" ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Tastes bad."

Tasting bad doesn’t mean it’s hard to swallow, that was what Su Mo thought. She tilted her head, a strange light flashing in her eyes, "Yang Yichu, do you want to sleep with sister?"

Yang Yichu suddenly looked up at her, his pupils pale with disbelief, "Can I?"

"I’ll take you hunting mutant beasts, you eat in one day, then sleep with me for one day, how about that?" she said with a smile, casually picking up a dusty magazine from the nightstand, "Plus, I’ll tell you stories?"

He was tempted and also hesitant, but his childlike nature and affection for Su Mo made him nod.

As long as he could take her word, everything else was negotiable.

She pointed to a severed arm on the floor, "Let Da Bai take it away."

Lying on the ground, the Samoyed with a big injury on its neck managed to get up shakily. It picked up the severed arm, its tail that had been held high now tucked between its legs, looking very aggrieved as it trotted away.

Su Mo finished what was in her hand and then took another look at Yang Yichu, a thought forming in her mind.

"Can we leave these zombies behind, you take me out for a walk?"

"I can’t control, will, hurt, sister," Yang Yichu stammered.

Simply put, all these zombies were controlled by Yang Yichu. Su Mo had remained unattacked by zombies to this day solely because they were being continuously controlled by him 24 hours a day.

"Aren’t you tired?"

"Not tired."

Su Mo didn’t say anything more, stood up from the bed, and walked out of the small villa with Yang Yichu side by side. Outside, there were signs of zombies wandering everywhere, but all of them chose to ignore her.

On a street in Gucheng City, she turned out several brand-new children’s clothes and trousers, sized them up against Yang Yichu, then directly changed his somewhat dirty clothes with the new ones, helping him put on the new clothes herself.

Under the clothes, his small frame was covered with various sizes of scars, the most severe one, inflicted by a Gold Element Superpower User at the oil refining factory, was a large gape. Looking closely, one could still see his internal organs inside and catch a faint smell emanating from within.

Zombies feel no pain and don’t die unless their heads are damaged.

Su Mo knew this very well. She dragged him into a shop, which had been almost destroyed, and where several foul-smelling bodies lay around as if she didn’t see them. She took out tea sets, boiled several kettles of plain water in nothing, and poured them into a plastic bucket she found on a whim.

"Let me help you wipe."

With a towel soaked in hot water, she gently wiped the small zombie’s body in front of her.

He also stood still, letting her wipe. Strangely though, he felt very sad about his mutilated body, but not a single tear could flow out.

Su Mo cleaned him up, looked at the wound that had penetrated his entire body, not knowing how to fill it, but fortunately, there was no stinking liquid oozing out from inside.

She silently dressed him, a black hoodie and gray sweatpants.

Aside from the overly pale skin and pupils unusual for a human, Yang Yichu looked just like a normal human child.

She nodded with some satisfaction, "Just need to find you some contact lenses and shoes."

Yang Yichu raised his hand to look at his attire and mechanically nodded.

He was utterly obedient to her.

Su Mo took him out of the store and directly followed a path up the mountain in Gucheng City.

This area, surrounded by mountains, hosted no powerful mutant beasts, only small edible wild animals.

After they climbed the mountain, no zombies followed them; in the woods, there was just one human and one zombie.

Su Mo seemed to ask casually, "How far can you control zombies?"

Yang Yichu thought for a moment, then shook his head, "I don’t know, as long as I want, however far, it seems possible."

"Then how do you always manage to find me in these cities?"

"I search for you through their eyes, there was a time, I gave up," he said.

What he referred to was likely after he escaped from the cult organization; indeed, Su Mo hadn’t seen any sign of Yang Yichu during that period.

Her ears twitched, the sound in the forest was of a mutant beast brushing past the leaves as it sprinted.

With the Tang Blade in her left hand and the Wooden Shield in her right, Su Mo said, "Sister came out specially to hunt mutant beasts for you, so you must eat."

No sooner had she spoken than she had disappeared from her spot, her field of vision expanded to its maximum, quickly catching up to a wild mutant boar rushing through the forest.

The boar had already sensed the dangerous smell in the air, its four hooves running exceptionally fast on the muddy soil.

Of course, such speed was hardly worth mentioning in Su Mo’s eyes. In a few moments, she was behind the boar. However, she didn’t intend to blow its head off directly; instead, her left-hand Tang Blade chopped down, blocking its path, while her right-hand shield unhesitatingly struck the boar’s head.

Strike after strike, each with all her might, a wild boar about two meters long was knocked unconscious and thudded into the muddy ground, belly up.

Su Mo sheathed her blade and shield, patted her hands, glanced at Yang Yichu who was standing still by a tree, staring blankly with a stiff smile, "Come here, let’s carry the meat back together."

Yang Yichu nodded, then easily dragged the wild boar with one hand under Su Mo’s directions, grabbing her hand and heading down the mountain.

In the zombie-infested Gucheng City, in front of a small house, Su Mo efficiently began to bleed, skin, and process the meat.

Yang Yichu sat beside her, occasionally frowning deeply, looking particularly repulsed.

After Su Mo finished with the meat, a dirty Samoyed ran over from afar, wagging its tail and sitting not far from the two.

Su Mo couldn’t shake the feeling that the Samoyed still recognized her; she couldn’t be blamed for thinking too much, given that its almost hairless tail was wagging like a propeller.

She cut a piece of wild boar meat and threw it in front of the Samoyed; the blood-stained red meat was sniffed and chewed for a long time before it was swallowed.

Su Mo watched it for a while, realizing these creatures weren’t incapable of eating animal meat, they simply found it distasteful.

She cut another piece of meat, tried making it into grilled meat, and tossed it in front of the Samoyed, only to find that it wouldn’t touch cooked food at all.

It seemed to prefer only bloody things.