Chapter 42, The Ancestral Orchid Finger
Everyone looked at the scene in front of them quietly.
No one spoke to stop it.
The seventy-year-old man's hands were surprisingly strong and he tightly held He Yunxi's throat.
He Yunxi didn't speak, he just looked at the old man in front of him with a half-smile, without even struggling.
There was no way he could escape with so many people.
Maybe this is also a relief.
"Let's go!"
Leng Yebai subconsciously stood in front of Bai Xirong, blocking Bai Xirong's sight.
If those dark and bright eyes were sad, it would hurt his heart.
Bai Xirong took a deep look at the mad old man behind Leng Yebai, and slowly left here.
If you see this kind of thing too much, you will become numb.
But every time I see it, my heart is still touched.
Bai Xirong couldn't bear to see what happened next. Bai Zhengxuan described it with a sad face.
He Yunxi was eventually strangled to death.
The old man couldn't understand his hatred and burned He Yunxi and his wife who had turned into zombies.
Later, the old man's body was found in the wheat field.
He was holding a blood-stained blue down jacket, and his body was covered in coagulated blood.
Old man, he cut his wrists.
His granddaughter is his only relative in this world, and it is also the driving force that supports his survival.
Without her, it would be difficult for the old man to face the end of the world alone.
Bai Zhengxuan and Uncle Wang buried the old man and the bones found in Cong and Yunxi's room. The new graves, one large and one small, looked a little lonely in the endless wheat fields.
One week after the apocalypse.
There is no rescue.
The tenth day of the end of the world.
Still no rescue.
Today is New Year's Eve.
Usually at this time, every household would cook a table of delicious dishes, watch the Spring Festival Gala, and welcome the new year.
Today, the cold wind is blowing.
More than a hundred cars were parked near the wind farm, and there was not much food left in the cars.
I still have enough rice and noodles for a while, but I'm not hungry, it's mainly because I'm greedy.
It's New Year's Eve, and some people are craving for dumplings.
There are no vegetables, no meat, and the dumplings cannot be made.
There is no danger these days. When there is no danger, I start to get greedy.
Everyone's mentality has also changed. They don't know when the rescue will come, and they don't know how long the food will last.
At first, people often guarded the car, fearing that someone without food would steal it.
It's not like this has never happened before. Someone had the trunk of a car pried open and all the food was lost!
Without cameras, Captain Zhu and the police officers were powerless.
Bai Xirong's family is a group of talented people who are brave and never worry about their things being stolen.
They were all suffocated by the Bai family's incredible abilities.
Pick the persimmons that are soft and pinch them.
Therefore, Bai Xirong's family has been living fairly well these days.
In the bus, the family gathered around a small table.
The white dough turned into various shapes in Bai Anhai's hands, and then turned into small dough balls.
Bai Zhengxuan quickly took the rolling pin and rolled out the thin dumpling wrappers.
Leng Yebai looked at the dumpling wrappers in his hands with a serious face, almost sternly ensuring that the fillings of each dumpling were the same.
This is his first time celebrating the Spring Festival with his family.
He grew up in an orphanage. During the Spring Festival in the orphanage, every child would be given a bowl of dumplings, so it was considered a Spring Festival.
It turns out that having family is really warm.
"Do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?"
Bai Xirui looked at the dumplings of the same size wrapped by Leng Yebai, and twitched the corner of her mouth slightly.
The number of pinches on each dumpling is the same.
"...Isn't it wrapped well?"
Leng Yebai's face paused, slightly nervous.
This is the first time he has celebrated the Spring Festival like this. In his heart, this dinner is very sacred.
I'm afraid that I will ruin everyone's fun because of myself.
"It's packed well!" Bai Xirui affirmed Leng Yebai's hard work, glanced at the sweat on Leng Yebai's forehead and said, "Aren't you tired like this?"
The cold wind whistled outside the car window.
There was sweat on Leng Yebai's forehead.
"Not tired!"
Leng Yebai's mouth curled up slightly.
As long as you don't dislike him!
Bai Yifan looked at Leng Yebai making dumplings with a look of relief, the young man has a bright future!
Once upon a time, it was Bai Yifan who made dumplings.
Now, someone has inherited his title of dumpling master!
Bai Xirong, Wang Yiyun and grandma Liu Jing stood around as supervisors.
"Old man, your wrapper is too thick, roll it out again!" Liu Jing pointed at a certain dumpling wrapper.
"Okay!"
Bai Zhengxuan quickly took the rolling pin and rolled it twice.
"Dad, please knead this dough twice more, it will be so strong." Wang Yiyun curled his lips.
"Okay!"
Bai Anhai quickly kneaded the dough.
"Leng Yebai, can you keep your orchid fingers from curling up when you make dumplings?"
Bai Xili looked at Leng Yebai who was pointing at her with some toothache.
Her slender white fingers are more beautiful than her curled orchid fingers, which is simply unbearable!
Leng Yebai: ...
A certain three ladies don't work by themselves, but they have quite a lot of demands!
"Sister, my brother-in-law can't change this!" Bai Yifan bared his teeth and made an orchid finger gesture, "He learned the skill of making dumplings from his father!"
Bai Anhai, a well-known gold medal lawyer, (once) was upright. , (were) iron-clad.
All in all, very manly.
But when it comes to making dumplings, Orchid's fingers are curled up more charmingly than anyone else!
The posture of making dumplings in the Bai family is inherited from ancestors, all with orchid fingers, passed down from male to female!
"Go stir-fry!"
Bai Xirong rolled her eyes at Bai Yifan.
Bai Yifan smiled at Leng Ye Bai Qiya and went to stir-fry.
Today, he is the chef and cooks more hard dishes.
There is no man in the Bai family who is not good at cooking!
It was getting dark outside, and there were no fireworks or firecrackers on New Year's Eve.
Fireworks and firecrackers attract mutated animals and zombies.
The Gu Eagle has never been here since he was driven away last time.
Even so, no one came out at night, they were all hiding in cars.
New Year's Eve, deserted.
Only the bus is so cozy.
Bai Yifan showed off his skills and fried a table full of vegetables.
Braised pork, squirrel fish, boiled fish, braised prawns... and the soy pork elbow that Grandpa Bai Zhengxuan cherished so much, all are cooked by Bai Yifan.
All the men in the Bai family can't cook!
The fairies of the Bai family are only responsible for eating!
The aroma of the food filtered along the oil fume pipe and floated outside.
Not even the slightest bit of flavor was spread.
This is also for safety reasons, fearing that some mutated animals with sensitive noses might smell the scent.
When the dumplings are put into the pot, each person has just enough to fill a big bowl.
Bai Zhengxuan took his own large bowl of dumplings and got off the bus.
"Bang bang bang!"
Bai Zhengxuan knocked on the window of the garbage truck.
"Who is it!"
Uncle Wang yelled outside, turned over, and continued to sleep.
"I!" Bai Zhengxuan whispered, "I'm bringing you dumplings!"
Bang!
The car door opened quickly, and the bowl in Bai Zhengxuan's hand was instantly snatched away by Uncle Wang.
"Bang!"
The car door closed again, and Uncle Wang locked it from the inside.
"Did you all give it to me?"
After Uncle Wang locked the door, he spoke to Bai Zhengxuan with a smile through the glass.
He had never eaten this whole bowl of meat dumplings since the end of the world.