CH 29.2
Salted Fish Transmigrated Into An Apocalyptic Book
Jiang Miaomiao couldnât wake him up and couldnât bear to disturb him, so she wiped the tiles next to him, brought a quilt and covered him.
She hasnât eaten so far today. She is starving, but she doesnât want to leave Lu Qiming, so she sits next to him with her knees, less than ten centimeters away.
The terrifying picture of last night was vivid, and she didnât know when it would be staged again.
Maybe itâs today. Perhaps itâs tomorrow.
But anyway, they survived. She touched Lu Qimingâs pale face, which was cool to the touch but made her feel at ease.
Jiang Meimu also ran over and curled up among them.
The two of them sat in the small bathroom with a kennel and closed the door, finally being able to breathe for a while.
Lu Qiming slept until sunset and didnât wake up.
Jiang Miaomiao watched the light in the room darken a little bit, worried that at night the zombies would break in again, making them unable to even be full ghosts. His eyelashes trembled twice, and he opened his eyes.
She was pleasantly surprised.
âAre you awake? How are you feeling?â
Lu Qiming stretched out his legs and took a breath in his mouth.
âit hurts.â
âThen donât move, Iâll bring the meal over and feed you.â
Jiang Miaomiao immediately ran downstairs after speaking, used a washbasin to bring all the food, placed it on the bathroom floor, and asked him with a bowl in handï¼
âWhat do you want to eat?â
He squinted his eyes and caught a glimpse of the large plate of vegetables about to leak out.
âYou picked all the vegetables?â
âUm.â
âIf you canât finish a meal, itâs a waste.â
They have worked hard for a long time.
Jiang Miaomiao murmured: âIf you donât eat quickly now, you wonât be able to eat in the future, thatâs a waste.â
He didnât hear clearly, âWhat?â
She shook her head, put a large chopstick of vegetables in his mouth on her own initiative, fed it into his mouth and saidï¼
âEat more, vegetables are precious these days, and you canât buy them with money.â
He laughed at himself: âIâm hurt like this, so you feed me grass? I want to eat meat.â
âThere is no meat, you really want to eat, I can only cut my thigh.â
âWho said that?â He raised his eyebrows at Jiang Meimu, âIsnât there a ready-made one here? Itâs delicious. After feeding for so long, itâs time to dedicate.â
âScrew you.â
She cursed, caught a glimpse of the dried pork in the snack pile, took it apart and fed it into his mouth, ignoring the saliva dripping on the ground.
After feeding a bowl of rice and more than half of the snacks, Jiang Miaomiao clapped her hands.
âThe best things in the family are all in your stomach. You have to live for me no matter what you say. You are not allowed to die, you know?â
âWhat if I kill you?â
She glared at him. He smiled, clutched his shoulders and called.
âIt hurts, is there any anesthesia?â
Where is the anesthetic in the pharmacy? There seem to be a few boxes of painkillers.
Jiang Miaomiao ran downstairs, brought it to him, fed him two tablets, and was terrified to see his wound.
The meat is exposed. How can it heal?
The weather is hot, and it is easy to get infected.
Lu Qiming looked at her, looked at the sky again, and suddenly said:
âBring me a needle.â
She was stunned, âWhat are you going to do?â
âSew the wound.â
âWe donât have anesthesia, it hurts.â
Lu Qiming shrugged, âI know, but someone threatened me not to die. What can I do? Just bear the pain.â
Jiang Miaomiao felt even sadder when she saw that he was still joking at such a time.
She thought for a while and came up with a way.
âThere are a few bottles of Erhuotou for cooking in the warehouse. Why donât you get yourself drunk first and I will sew it while you are drunk?â
He smiled bitterly, âCome on, Iâm afraid you will take advantage of me while Iâm asleep.â
ââ¦Who wants to fuck you?â
âYou, you rushed at me last night and couldnât push it away. If it werenât for the zombies to arrive in time, my chastity would be defiled by you.â
Jiang Miaomiao was so angry with him that she got up and said:
âWell, you sew it yourself, it wonât hurt you to death!â
She brought a sewing kit, alcohol, and a lighter. Lu Qiming scalded the needle with fire. The thread was simply poisoned in alcohol, and then a layer of ibuprofen cream was applied to the wound on his thigh and started.
Jiang Miaomiao didnât dare to look at all, her eyes were blank, and her face was wrinkled like a bun.
When the cotton thread passed through flesh and blood, there was a slight sound, and she felt pain when she heard it.
Ibuprofenâs pain relief effect was limited, and Lu Qiming also overestimated his ability to endure pain. After a few stitches, he sweated and couldnât control his hands anymore.
âMiaomiao.â
Jiang Miaomiao opened her eyes and asked in a trembling voiceï¼
âWhat to do?â
âDo me a favor.â
âI, I dare notâ¦â
âIâll cheer for you, hurry up.â
The needle is still in the flesh, so you canât leave it alone.
Jiang Miaomiao stretched out her hand tremblingly and took the needle, shaking like a patient with Parkinsonâs disease.
âDonât be afraid, donât be afraid, just like sew pork, whatâs there to be afraid ofâ¦â
She comforted herself so much in her heart. Still, when she pinched his flesh with her fingers and was about to poke the tip of the needle in, the warm blood flowed to her hand. A cold feeling rose from the caudal vertebrae to her head. She suddenly retracted her hand and cried.ï¼
âOh, I really donât dareâ¦â
Lu Qiming sighed, put his arms around her and kissed her.
âMiaomiao, help me, Iâm in pain.â
She was dizzy from being kissed, looked at the terrible wound under her hand, and began to sew it fiercely.
A large roll of the cotton thread was used, and the injury on Lu Qimingâs leg was finally sealed. It looked crooked, like a big centipede.
After the initial fear, Jiang Miaomiao became more and more proficient in her movements and then went to sew the wound on his stomach.
He hurriedly said, âWait, let me slow down.â
He was almost dying of pain, and this sin was simply not suffered by others.
Jiang Miaomiao looked at his weak face, thought of something, ran to get it, took out a cigarette and handed it to his mouth.
âHere.â
Lu Qiming lowered his eyes and saw that it was a cigarette.
There is an injury on the stomach, and it is not convenient to move his hands.
He smoked with her hand, and the smoke enveloped the bathroom, choking her and causing her to cough twice.
Lu Qiming stopped, âThatâs enough, donât smoke anymore.â
âItâs okay, itâs okay, you can smoke more.â
Jiang Miaomiao refused to move away, so he had to finish the whole one.
The sewing work continued, and the two of them didnât time it. They didnât know how long it took in total. They only knew that the light behind the sewing was so dark that they couldnât see clearly. Jiang Miaomiao was almost lying on him before finishing the sewing.
As if he had escaped a catastrophe, Lu Qiming lay on the ground and lost his strength. His body was cold, and blood flowed out of his heart a little bit, warming his limbs.
Jiang Miaomiao put away her things and came back and said, âItâs dark.â
Both hearts sank.
If itâs going to happen again like last night, they wonât be able to survive.
Lu Qiming looked at the bathroom and touched the door next to him.
âItâs good here, or you can sleep here at night.â
Jiang Miaomiao didnât have the strength to carry him upstairs, so she brought pillows and quilts and spread them next to him.
She didnât just fall asleep like this. She moved a bunch of things behind the door, locked the door, taped the only small window in the bathroom for several layers, and sprayed the disinfectant again, so she was a little relieved.
The window is tiny. Zombies should not be able to climb in.
There are cracks under the door, so they wonât be suffocated to death.
As long as the zombies donât find them inside and force their way in, it should be safer than yesterday.
She lay down in the bed, holding Jiang Meimuâs warm body, and heard Lu Qiming coughing next to her.
âAre you still in pain?â
He rubbed his nose, âMuch better.â
âNo matter what happens in the future, donât lock me behind the door, okay?â
She was really freaked out.
Lu Qiming was silent for a few seconds, then hummed.
Jiang Miaomiao sighed, reached out and hugged him, carefully avoiding those terrifying wounds.
The two were like wounded beasts, warming each other in the dark.
The sound of zombies sounded outside the window. She was so tired that she had no energy to be afraid and fell asleep groggy.
It seemed that someone was kissing her in the dream, warm and soft, making her very comfortable.
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In the early morning, a dim light shines into the bathroom.
Lu Qiming pinched her ears for a while and covered her nose for a while.
âPig, get up.â
Jiang Miaomiao opened her eyes, stared at him blankly for a while, and suddenly reacted.
âAre we still alive?!â
Lu Qiming smiled.
âYeah, Iâm still alive, so I have to continue to eat and cook.â
She rolled around with the quilt in her arms, stretched out her waist for as long as a century, and her whole body became more comfortable.
âIâm so tired.â
She didnât want to move at all.
Lu Qiming was pitiful.
âIâm hungry.â
âFind something to eat by yourself.â
âIâve been hurt like this, you donât take care of it, itâs so cruel.â
Only then did Jiang Miaomiao think of his injury and get up quickly.
âWhat do you want to eat in the morning?â
âSteamed buns, soy milk, fried dough sticks, pancakes and fruits.â
â⦠Donât talk in your dreams.â
âCook noodles.â
Jiang Miaomiao wiped her face casually and went downstairs to make breakfast.
Lu Qimingâs calls kept coming from the bathroom.
âMiaomiao, I want to brush my teeth.â
âMiaomiao, I want to smoke.â
âMiaomiao, I want to go to the toilet.â
The familiar Uncle Lu came back, and she was finally sure that the other party could not die for the time being, and he was still in good spirits.
Lu Qimingâs tenacious vitality really made her envious. When she was eating, she couldnât help but hold his hand and take a closer look. She touched it, smelled it, and almost licked it.
Lu Qiming frowned.
âI know youâre greedy for me, but youâre not so greedy, are you?â
âDonât be narcissistic, Iâm curious how your body is so good, and you wonât die from such a serious injury.â
âWho am I?â He grinned.
âLu Qiming.â
âYes, Iâm Lu Qiming. Can Lu Qiming die casually? You underestimate me too much.â
Jiang Miaomiao rolled her eyes, put down her hand, and continued to feed him noodles.
âYour injury will take a long time to heal. I suspect we donât have enough anti-inflammatory drugs.â
âJust eat enough.â
She didnât eat enough. She had fried all the vegetables, so she probably could have had three or four meals. The remaining ham and mustard canât handle it for long.
The food on hand is left with white rice, flour, noodles, and a few packs of instant noodles.
For two days, they can only eat rice.
Lu Qiming looked at the noodles in the bowl and suddenly saidï¼
âDonât we still have sugar and honey?â
She nodded, âYes, there is, but it canât be eaten as a dish. Do you want to eat white sugar bibimbap? I would rather use soy sauce.â
She nodded, âYes, but it canât be eaten as a dish. Do you want to eat sugar bibimbap? Iâd rather use soy sauce.â
âThere is sugar and flour. You can make some steamed buns to eat. Itâs better than rice.â
Yes, she can also make buns!
There is still half a bucket of oil in the kitchen. After the steamed buns are done, slice them and fry them in the pan. The fragrance is dead.
After Jiang Miaomiao had been excited for a while, she realized a serious problem â she had never made steamed buns.
Where did the noodles come from?
She went upstairs to find the Kindle that had been useless for a long time and tried to turn to flip through the recipe.