oin. Xing Fang tidied up the table and the sofa and then told Guo Xiaobei to go and call Han Yang. Guo Xiaobei curled his lips but still went.

  After looking in two rooms, he found Han Yang. Han Yang was carving something on the door with his own knife.

  "…What… are you doing?" Guo Xiaobei didn't expect that the other person would have such a leisurely mood.

  "Carving my name. This will be my room from now on!" Han Yang didn't turn his head back. After carving his name, he put the knife away.

  Guo Xiaobei twitched the corner of his mouth. "It's time to eat…"

  "Hmm."

  Xing Fang had already laid out the things. He divided his twenty big buns into three portions, with six or seven buns in front of each person.

  "The buns are a bit cold. Just make do with them. Come on, this is the first meal after our team was formed." Xing Fang was actually a bit excited as he rubbed his hands.

  "Huh? Where's my food? Why wasn't it taken out?" Guo Xiaobei looked at the big buns in front of him and asked in puzzlement.

  "Cough cough. Yours, save it for later. These buns should be enough for today." Xing Fang paused for a moment and still decided to follow his own strict attitude. Guo Xiaobei was too wasteful.

  "Really…" Guo Xiaobei gave a bitter smile. "I bought that food to eat. It'll be cold tomorrow. How can we eat it then! Where's the stuff?"

  "Uh… In the cabinet…"

  Guo Xiaobei went to get the food according to the direction Xing Fang pointed. He looked at Xing Fang somewhat speechlessly. "Brother Xing, you actually put the meat buns in the big wardrobe… Even though there are no clothes in there anymore…" The clothes had been thrown on the ground by him when he was rummaging through things.

  "Uh… I didn't notice…" Xing Fang felt a bit embarrassed. Watching Guo Xiaobei start to take out the food, he began to lecture again, "These things can still be eaten tomorrow…"

  "…I've set aside the ones for tomorrow. Today is a celebration, and we should eat them all!"

  Xing Fang couldn't think of any words to refute and had to nod.

  "Alright. Let's eat." Guo Xiaobei divided the food in the bag among the three of them.

  Han Yang looked at the six or seven vegetable buns, five meat buns, a big piece of beef, and even two pieces of sweet cakes in front of each person and was a bit shocked. Actually, he could also eat a lot, but he didn't expect Guo Xiaobei to be such a big eater.

  Xing Fang had the same thought as Han Yang and looked at Guo Xiaobei with a rather sympathetic look. "Xiao Bei, you haven't had enough to eat for a long time, right…"

  Guo Xiaobei, who was stuffing a sweet cake into his mouth, almost choked to death. However, looking at the pile of food in front of him, it was indeed a bit exaggerated, so he lowered his head in embarrassment.

  Han Yang pulled over his own bag. His bag was in the corner, and Xing Fang hadn't dared to touch it.

  Han Yang took out three cans of drinks and put one in front of each person. He even took out three apples.

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  Guo Xiaobei looked at the fruit and drinks and suddenly said to Xing Fang, "Brother Xing, he's even more of a spendthrift than I am…"

  In the apocalyptic era, canned drinks were rare items, and fruit was extremely limited food. Even though the base had started to prepare since before and now quite a lot of land had been reclaimed and planted by the base members, the vast majority of those were vegetables and grains. Fruit was definitely scarce.

  The same was true for canned drinks. In the apocalypse, who would still be in the mood to process and produce them? Although the sales point also sold water and drinks, basically people had to take their own bottles to fill them up, or there were specially made bottles filled and sold, but the price of canned drinks was prohibitive.

  Although Xing Fang thought so in his heart, he didn't dare to lecture Han Yang like he did with Guo Xiaobei. Guo Xiaobei was rather simple-minded and had a good temper, just like a younger brother next door. But Han Yang obviously didn't have a good temper.

  Hearing Guo Xiaobei's words, Han Yang raised an eyebrow. He gave Guo Xiaobei a warning look until the other person automatically lowered his head to show his admission of guilt, and then he withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

  Xing Fang was a rough man. He took a big bite of half a bun and then took a big bite of the beef.

  Guo Xiaobei, however, had a problem. The piece of beef was quite big. It would be too bold to just hold it and bite directly…

  Han Yang glanced at him from the side, picked up his knife and quickly cut the beef into several small pieces, pushed them in front of Guo Xiaobei, and then picked up the piece in front of him and cut it in the same way.

  Guo Xiaobei was touched by Han Yang's rare thoughtfulness, but at the same time, he hesitated and wanted to say something but stopped himself.

  Han Yang saw his tangled look as he stared at the beef in front of him and his face sank. He asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

  "…" Guo Xiaobei looked at Han Yang's unfriendly eyes and secretly swallowed. "Your… the knife you used to cut the beef… Is it the one you used to cut zombies…"

  "Yes." Han Yang generously admitted it.

  Xing Fang, who had been paying attention to the two of them, almost spat out the bun in his mouth. Good heavens, that was too much. Han Yang often used that knife to cut open the heads of zombies to take out the brain nuclei. He hadn't paid attention just now. It was rare that Guo Xiaobei could still remember.

  Han Yang started glaring, his eyes full of dissatisfaction. He kept glaring until Guo Xiaobei's face was full of shame and he took the initiative to pick up the beef and put it in his mouth. Then Han Yang withdrew his gaze and gracefully picked up the beef and put it in his mouth.

  Fortunately, the beef tasted good, and Guo Xiaobei really hadn't eaten it for a long time. As soon as the beef entered his mouth, the thick and rich flavor instantly filled his taste buds, making him completely forget what the knife had been used for before cutting the beef.

  Xing Fang was tall and big, and he ate quickly. By the time the other two had just eaten one bun, he had already eaten three. Looking at the good things all over the table, Xing Fang was a bit excited. He picked up his drink and raised it towards the other two people. "Let's make a toast. Although there's no wine, just for the establishment of our team. For a better life, we'll start working hard tomorrow."

  Xing Fang thought that the other two people would be as excited as he was and raise their glasses. Who knew that after he said that, the other two didn't move at all.

  Han Yang twirled the knife in his hand. His tone was flat but elegant. "When did I say that I would join your team?"

  Quite unusually, Guo Xiaobei also had more or less the same meaning. Having a meal together and living together was okay, but if they had to go out to kill zombies together every day, how could they live like that?

  "Uh, Han Yang, are you not confident in our abilities?" Xing Fang thought carefully. "Although I didn't receive the true teachings of the ancient martial arts sect like Xiao Bei, I've also been working hard to improve myself. Don't worry, I won't hold you back." Xing Fang thought for a long time but still couldn't figure out what was wrong. Judging from Han Yang's previous attitude, he didn't seem to be unwilling to team up with them. Otherwise, why would he be with them?

  If the other person was dissatisfied, it must be because of him. Compared with Han Yang, his strength was indeed much weaker. If it weren't for being surrounded by evolved zombies, he basically wouldn't hold them back too much.

  Han Yang took his eyes off Guo Xiaobei for a second, turned to Xing Fang, sneered disdainfully, and then turned back to Guo Xiaobei. "Among the three of us, who's in charge."