Chapter 715: She has a pair of zombie parents (11)
Chapter 715: She has a pair of zombie parents (11)
Chapter 715: She has a pair of zombie parents (11)
Chapter 715 She has a pair of zombie parents (11)
"These are my parents." Qian Yan's voice sounded, "You can get the ingredients to cook."
Wu Xuanfei calmed down, but still felt a bit ridiculous.
But the two zombies did not bite anyone. Qianyan walked over to talk to them, and they nodded cooperatively.
What's terrible is that she can actually see that they are somewhat kind from the other person's stiff body and face that cannot identify emotions.
This is Yuanyuan. Qianyan touched Fat Orange, There are frozen chicken **** here. You need to cook a piece of chicken breast every day. It doesnt like to eat raw.
Wu Xuanfei nodded: "Okay, boss."
boss?
Qian Yan thought for a while and realized that this title was indeed very appropriate: "Well, I'll leave these to you, Xiao Wu."
Xiao Wu?
Wu Xuanfei didn't know how to react. It was the first time in her life that someone called her Xiao Wu, and she felt pretty good about it.
Having been a boss for a long time, its still good to be Xiao Wu.
About the fact that the little bosss parents are zombies, Wu Xuanfei quickly adapted. Zombies that dont bite are not scary at all, and they are not scary to anyone.
Along the way, Qian Yan actually met many people.
Some people were trying to catch her attention, and some were asking for help, but she never thought of taking them with her.
Wu Xuanfei is the first one, and Zhang Xiaodong is just a convenience. It would be nice to have a driver.
Wu Xuanfei is a good cook and quickly cooked a delicious meal, which was both delicious and delicious. Qian Yan was quite satisfied and felt that Wu Xuanfei was a useful person.
Ruan Xian and Ning Lanxin came out to eat. Zhang Xiaodong was shocked and his face turned pale.
Without even thinking about it, he grabbed Wu Xuanfei next to him and was about to run away, but was stopped: "They are the parents of the little boss."
Zhang Xiaodong was stunned, dont zombies bite people? Ruan Xian and Ning Lanxin nodded to them as a greeting before sitting down to eat.
Is this really a zombie?
It's just that they look similar. It was the first time he saw a zombie retaining its consciousness and actually eating.
Wu Xuanfei and Zhang Xiaodong were both sensible and did not ask Qian Yan about his parents being zombies.
From the beginning, I was a little scared and uncomfortable, but now I can chat with them.
Wu Xuanfei listens to the radio on time every day, from which she can learn about the current situation of many bases.
The little boss was urged to do his homework by those two people again. Zhang Xiaodong said with a bit of laughter, You cant escape doing your homework in the last days. Its really miserable for primary school students.
Wu Xuanfei couldn't help it, she smiled faintly, and when she thought of her sister of the same age, she showed some worried eyes.
Zhang Xiaodong didn't know how to comfort him. He handed a box of chocolates to Wu Xuanfei. They passed by a supermarket before and they got some food from it and filled the car.
He wanted to find something for Wu Xuanfei, and after searching around, he only found this box of chocolates that looked pretty good.
Wu Xuanfei took it: "Thank you."
"It's not a rare thing. The little boss has a lot of it in his car, but he just can't fit it in..."
The car has stopped now. It is time for Wu Xuanfei to cook, and Zhang Xiaodong will come over to help.
Qian Yan was being watched by Ruan Xian and Ning Lanxin while she was doing her homework. Those two people found all the elementary school textbooks from who knows where and assigned them homework every day.
Today they still wrote in small notebooks and have found junior high school textbooks.
Qian Yan held the pen and quickly wrote the homework assigned by Ruan Xian.
She remembered something. Ruan Xian was the principal of a high school and taught subjects.
Fortunately, she has a photographic memory and fast hand speed, so the quality and fonts will not be affected.