Chapter 59: Glimpse of a Gap

In the bathroom.

The girl turned on the faucet and vigorously scrubbed her hands.

Engine oil wasn't easy to clean.

Especially with just water and soap.

But the girl had been fixing cars with her father for many years, and her face has always been grimy.

She was used to it.

Even if her face was scrubbed red, it was still dirty.

She took a clean white towel and dried her face.

As she looked in the mirror at her 'clean' face, she couldn't help but reflect.

The day the biochemical crisis broke out, the memory of her father, who volunteered to stop the zombies outside and close the roller gate, only to be eaten by the zombies, came to mind.

"Dad, I promise I'll survive. Please watch over me from heaven," she said.

The girl wiped away her tears.

Then she left the bathroom and took some time to locate the dining room.

In the dining area.

Zhang Cheng didn't wait for the girl. He and Tang Ying had already started to eat the sweet potato porridge.

Zhang Cheng asked with a smile, "Tastes good, right?"

Tang Ying nodded, "It's different from the sweet potato porridge I know."

Tang Ying had eaten sweet potato porridge in college, but she had never had porridge made from dried sweet potatoes.

The bite in the mouth, slightly bouncy.

It was fascinating.

Zhang Cheng said, "If it's good, eat more. Sweet potatoes are high in fiber, nutritious, good for the stomach, enhance the body's resistance to disease, improve immunity, delay intellectual decline and physical aging. Eating junk food every day is not good for your body."

Curious, Tang Ying asked, "You know all this? Are you a nutritionist?"

Zhang Cheng replied, "I live alone. If I feel uncomfortable, I'm too afraid to go to the hospital. I'll just Google it, buy the medicine, and take care of myself. Over time, I've learned a lot."

Tang Ying asked, "What about your parents? Don't they live with you?"

Zhang Cheng chuckled, offered Tang Ying a piece of luncheon meat, and said, "They both passed away when I was in middle school."

"I'm sorry," Tang Ying apologized to Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng said, "It's okay, I've gotten used to it over the years."

Tang Ying didn't speak. She now realized that Zhang Cheng was really strong.

He was able to live alone without his parents' care.

The girl entered the dining room.

Seeing the oil on her face and hands, Zhang Cheng sternly urged, "Didn't I ask you to clean your face and hands thoroughly?"

The girl lowered her head and replied, "I scrubbed really hard."

"You're so silly." Zhang Cheng intended to assert his authority, so he deliberately nitpicked.

He immediately took some olive oil from the kitchen, led the girl to the bathroom on the first floor, and forcibly took off her T-shirt under her terrified gaze.

When her T-shirt was removed.

He had a chest.

It should be her.

Zhang Cheng widened his eyes.

Then, he pulled off her jeans.

Elastic jeans came off with a strong pull.

Then he took off her boxers.

Staring at the gap, he was flabbergasted.

Zhang Cheng asked, "Is the water cold?"

The girl shook her head.

She'd been used to taking cold showers since her father used to fill a bucket with a water pipe and let her wash herself.

"That won't do. You'll catch a cold," He warned.

Zhang Cheng's attitude seemed to have altered remarkably.

Staring at Zhang Cheng with a puzzled expression, the girl couldn't help but wonder.

He was acting strange, fiercely the one moment and considerate the next.