Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan took a deep breath once again, reminiscing about his life.

When he was young, his family was wealthy, and like all children, he was extremely picky with food.

Later, he squandered away the family fortune, leaving the meat to his wife and child, and seldom got to eat anything good.

Then, as his family circumstances improved significantly, he developed high blood pressure and cholesterol, and couldn’t eat pork knuckles and had to take medicine.

After the apocalypse, his superpowers grew stronger and his health improved, yet he still hadn’t eaten pork knuckles.

During the apocalypse, eating pork knuckles was a luxury only imagined...

If his past self asked this question, middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan would only want to smack his past self.

Is this the kind of question a normal person would ask during an apocalypse?

"Why aren’t you talking?" Bai Zhengxuan scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed. "If you’re too shy to say, you can secretly tell me."

No need to worry about being called a glutton by the family.

Eating more is an honor!

"Goodbye!"

Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan rolled his eyes, pulled Liu Jing along, and jumped off the car.

He couldn’t answer that question.

He can’t possibly admit that his future self mixed too poorly to have eaten much braised pork knuckles!

"Don’t go!"

Bai Zhengxuan ran a couple of steps toward the car door but lost sight of the two as soon as he got off.

Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan and the others with superpowers were extremely fast.

"Really, I’ll just ask them again the next time I see them!" Bai Zhengxuan muttered displeasedly into the empty air, "My future self really is a bit stubborn!"

Can’t even properly answer a question.

Bai Xiqin stared at the empty plot, slightly stunned.

"Xiao Niu, how do you... die in the future?" Bai Anhai, who had been silent on the side, suddenly asked, "Is it that dream you had where you were dissected and then exploded?"

"Yes." Bai Xiqin nodded lightly, a faint smile on her face. "It’s okay, not too bad."

At least, the family survived.

Bai Anhai remained silent for a while and said nothing more.

"Xiao Fan, drive to the Yellow River."

Bai Anhai sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked out at the empty surroundings with a tinge of heaviness in his eyes.

The heaviness came quickly and dissipated just as fast.

Soon, he resumed his lazy demeanor, holding a crystal core in hand, the energy from it continuously flowing into his body, circulating through it, and concentrating in his brain.

"Oh."

Bai Yifan silently glanced out the window, wrapped himself in a blanket, and dashed to the driver’s seat.

"Goodbye, grandpa and grandma."

Bai Yifan said softly towards the outside, then started the bus and drove towards the Yellow River.

Along the way, the zombies they encountered were quite rude and frequent.

It seemed they really left.

The sounds of bumping and crashing were incessant.

Zombies slammed against the windshield, leaving patches of black blood.

The Bai Family remained mostly silent this time, refraining from idle chatter, simply absorbing crystal cores while sitting quietly on the sofa.

Bai Zhengxuan didn’t believe Zhang Yiming would become a brutal Zombie Emperor, yet he absorbed crystal cores much faster.

They went on with stops and starts, eating barbecues along the way.

Two days later, the bus stopped at the Yellow River Beach.

Scorching sunlight fell on the turbid water of the Yellow River, creating a mist above it from a distance.

It wasn’t the flood season, so the river wasn’t very full; from a distance, you could see the exposed silt in the river.

The long river stretched like a giant dragon, endless, mysterious, and solemn.

This is a mother river that traverses five thousand years of Chinese history.

The descendants of the Yan and Huang tribes thrived because of it.

The diligent ancestors irrigated the land with the Yellow River water, lived and labored, creating a long-standing ancient culture.

While the descendants of the Yan and Huang thrived because of the Yellow River, they also suffered from it.

During the flood season, residents near the Yellow River were prone to flooding disasters.

At this moment, the distant Yellow River was peaceful and serene, like a sleeping giant dragon, with no danger at all.

"Sis, want some grilled chicken wings?"

In the blink of an eye, the Bai Family efficiently set up a barbecue grill at the Yellow River Beach.

Bai Yifan handed Bai Xiqin a skewer of extra spicy chicken wings, smiling at the serene Yellow River Beach.

The Yellow River Beach stretched empty as far as the eye could see, with no zombies or mutant animals.

Perfect for a barbecue.

The sizzling sound began.

The spicy and delicious aroma wafted far from the barbecue grill.

Bai Xiqin helplessly held her forehead, beginning to understand the sentiment her future grandpa expressed in that goodbye.

Extravagance amid poverty.

Bai Xiqin took a bite of the chicken wings, the extra spiciness exploding in her mouth.

Delicious!

"Give me two more skewers of extra spicy chicken wings, with more chili!"

Bai Xiqin decisively gave Bai Yifan a thumbs up.

"Got it!" Bai Yifan nodded with a cheerful grin, then turned around and called to Bai Anhai, "Dad, two more skewers of extra spicy chicken wings, grill them to a char and add more chili!"

"What did you say? I didn’t catch that!"

Bai Anhai adeptly sprinkled a handful of cumin on the skewers, shooting Bai Yifan a sinister look.

This kid was becoming more of a handful.

The tone made it sound like he was free labor.

Who’s the dad here anyway?

"My sister wants them."

Bai Yifan shrunk his neck, quickly flashing a smile to appease Bai Anhai.

"Here!"

Bai Anhai paused, handing two skewers of extra spicy chicken wings directly to Bai Xiqin.

The girl didn’t know how much she had suffered during the apocalypse, so she deserved to replenish well.

"Thanks, Dad!"

Bai Xiqin merrily accepted the two skewers of chicken wings, feeling a warmth inside.

It’s indeed the happiest to be with family, the most enjoyable life; if only future grandpa and grandma could live together too, it would be perfect.

Bai Yifan glanced at Bai Xiqin holding the skewers, feeling a bit sidelined.

Hmph.

"Bai Yifan! Are you having the Orleans chicken wings or not? If not, I’ll feed them to the Taowu!"

Bai Anhai rolled his eyes at Bai Yifan standing on the side, holding a skewer of chicken wings from who-knows-where.

The men of the Bai Family couldn’t handle spicy food.

The girls loved extra spicy, while the men preferred the Orleans flavor.

"Not eating."

Bai Yifan suddenly felt noticed and wanted to act up a little.

He wanted to feel the experience of being the cherished little emperor of his parents.

All his classmates had experienced it; he wanted a taste too.

"Fine, don’t eat!" Bai Anhai decisively handed the skewer to Leng Yebai.

Leng Yebai, clutching a bunch of skewers, his eyes sparkling, took a bite of the chicken wings as Bai Anhai offered them.

Under Bai Yifan’s gaze, Leng Yebai started chomping on the chicken wing with a stuffed cheek on his calm face.

Bai Yifan: ...

"Do you want the last skewer or not?"

Bai Anhai waved the newly grilled skewer in Bai Yifan’s direction.

"Eat, eat, eat!"

Bai Yifan immediately nodded, rushing towards Bai Anhai like a ravenous beast, quickly grabbing the skewer.

Afraid it might be snatched by Leng Yebai.

Bai Anhai glanced at Bai Xiqin, who ate quietly, then at Bai Yifan, who seemed reincarnated from a hungry ghost, and shook his head lightly.

A son is less useful than a roast pork bun!

The Bai Family joyously enjoyed pre-apocalypse life at Yellow River Beach, the aroma from the barbecue wafting far and wide.

In a place unseen by the Bai Family, a dark shadow flickered and vanished in the turbid river water.