In the room, there came a rhythmic sound of chopping meat and vegetables. A whole piece of poultry gradually turned into minced meat under the heavy knives.
After the apocalypse, Wei Xuan gained considerable strength, making this task appear effortless. Of course, he was also aware that if he entrusted this work to Du Hang, it would be more convenient and effortless.
However, Du Hang was still a zombie, and no matter how much he trusted him or how careful he was, there was a certain possibility of infecting the ingredients with the zombie virus.
Therefore, although they had done intimate things together like kissing, bathing, and sleeping countless times, every time it came to handling various ingredients, especially those cooked by hand, Wei Xuan always did it himself and never sought Du Hang’s help.
Perhaps this was the last stand of humanity with a foodie’s soul? He could turn into a zombie through any other means, but he absolutely did not want to become a zombie because of everyday food, especially delicacies. That would be a great disrespect for food!
After chopping all the meat and placing it in a large basin, he also diced the prepared scallions, ginger, and other ingredients and added them to the bowl. Then he proceeded to chop the pre-soaked green leafy vegetables as well.
Wei Xuan grabbed the pots and containers from the side of the table and added oil, salt, sauce, and other seasonings according to the recipe. It’s worth mentioning that there was still a partially frozen portion in his oil bottle, with a murky lump of solidified substance in the center.
After adding various seasonings, the meat filling emitted a very tempting aroma. Wei Xuan, who had only eaten half full a while ago, felt his stomach growling again, indicating its anticipation for the sensation of devouring the delicacy.
After adjusting the taste and adding the diced dry vegetables, Wei Xuan took the pre-fermented dough from the side, kneaded it once more, and confirmed that the dough was thoroughly kneaded and ready to use.
Slowly and clumsily, he rolled out the cut dough pieces with a rolling pin, one by one.
Even before the apocalypse, Wei Xuan hardly entered the kitchen, even when his parents were still alive. Only when he was very young and during the Chinese New Year, he helped his parents roll out dough.
So how to make dumpling wrappers? It was indeed a difficult task.
Fortunately, he had made pancakes before, so he could at least use both hands clumsily to roll out the dough slowly. Once he became proficient, he could make them decently.
In fact, Wei Xuan had already made up his mind earlier. He planned to try making them by hand first. If he couldn’t make perfect dough wrappers, he would simply bring out the noodle press machine and directly use it to press them out, then use a circular mold to shape each dumpling wrapper!
Although that method is also quite useless, at least it can guarantee the desired result, right?
After rolling out three to five dough wrappers and wrapping three to five dumplings, Wei Xuan slowly made twenty dumplings. Once the water on the induction cooker boiled, he directly put them in to cook.
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It was Wei Xuan’s first time making dumplings, so he didn’t dare to use heavy seasoning. Combined with the fact that he seemed to have cooked them for too long, the flavors in many dumplings had boiled away.
But fortunately, even if the taste was poor, he had made the finished product himself. With the mindset of not wasting anything, Wei Xuan pinched his nose and finished the plate of dumplings, meatballs, and dough scraps.
The next time, after adjusting the seasoning of the filling, he only made five dumplings, as the result of the first batch was truly unbearable to look at.
When two out of the five in the second batch burst open, Wei Xuan, with a grim face, took out the dumpling-making tool he had prepared on the side and directly placed the dough wrapper on it, filled it with the filling, and pinched it shut with both hands…
“It’s my first time making this today, and it’s true that using a tool is better for adaptation.”
Finally, he finished eating the ones that didn’t burst open. Wei Xuan sat contentedly at the table, full of emotions, waiting for the new batch of dumplings to finish cooking.
Since there were some things he wasn’t good at, it wasn’t necessary to be fixated on certain details, right? Otherwise, the one who would suffer and waste ingredients would be his own appetite and stomach.
After a satisfying meal and checking the time, Wei Xuan realized that a full four hours had passed since he started preparing all these things.
Once again, Wei Xuan sighed at the fleeting passage of time, then quickly cleaned up the table and tidied the utensils.
He took out Du Hang’s special toys and started building blocks with him. He also muttered softly: “There are too few puzzle options. We should get more when the weather gets warmer, along with other toys, um, educational toys…”
Like Wei Xuan, the majority of survivors have long lost track of the current time.
Those who still have clocks at home or wear mechanical watches can tell the specific time, but when it comes to dates, apart from a few meticulous individuals, only the large bases have a clear record and understanding.
On this day, the bases capable of keeping track organized celebrations for the survivors.
In the major bases established in the suburbs, early in the morning, they broadcasted New Year’s blessings to all the residents in the base.
Since most of the official rations and warm clothing had already been distributed before winter, this time it was just a rough gesture, distributing some items collected from the city during the initial retreat in the early days of the apocalypse.
A few candies, canned food, and bottles of assorted flavored beverages. Although the items were not plentiful, for many residents who had long run out of food and could only receive a meager portion of porridge with potatoes from the base each day, these things were absolutely precious.
Throughout the base, the loudspeakers in various locations started playing pre-apocalyptic popular songs and occasionally delivered words of encouragement to all the residents.
In the heavily guarded areas deep within many bases, the leaders of the bases were also holding meetings.
Their discussions were not about how to organize the survivors in the base to have a good year, nor about organizing manpower for planting crops after the spring arrives the next year.
Their discussions revolved around matters filled with gunpowder, closely related to the survival of all humans today.
“After confirmation last night, all the troops in various bases have taken their positions.” The leader of the base looked around the room and spoke in a deep voice.
Everyone in the room looked at him with eyes that contained a kind of inexplicable satisfaction.
“At present, all the official surviving bases in the country have reached a consensus and officially entered the first phase of counterattack at the end of January.”
When he said this, even the usually calm leader of the base had a tone of gritted teeth and excitement. It was like the expression people would have when they are about to get their long-awaited revenge.
In fact, this could indeed be considered as getting their revenge, the cities were completely occupied by those monsters, and the former rulers of the Earth were forced to flee.
And now, they could finally launch a retaliatory action, use their big guns to obliterate those terrifying creatures, and reclaim the territories of the past! They would restore the position of rulers of this planet for humanity!
With such a satisfying revenge, who wouldn’t feel excited and thrilled at this moment?
“According to the calculations of the route, our base needs to officially dispatch teams on January 28th, meet up with the teams from other bases halfway, and recapture the No. 17 Arsenal in one fell swoop…”
The leader at the main seat announced the results of the discussions with the leaders of other heavily fortified bases from last night to everyone present.
When he finished speaking, someone raised their hand to ask a question: “What about the weather at the end of January? If there’s a heavy snowstorm…”
The moment he mentioned it, everyone understood without needing him to finish his sentence. January is similar to December, a time prone to snowfall, especially considering that the weather conditions after the apocalypse are clearly different from before. It was normal for people to worry.
“There’s no need to worry about that.”
The leader appeared confident: “In the early days of the apocalypse, some experts from the Meteorological Bureau also survived.”
“Although there aren’t many people in our base involved in this work, quite a few experts and scholars have recently been gathered together. The satellites in the sky are still functional. Although no one can guarantee the precise and specific weather, we can still analyze the general weather conditions.”
Upon hearing his words, everyone’s worries were alleviated. Although the journey would undoubtedly be difficult, these teams would be traveling in armored vehicles. No matter how challenging the snowy terrain might be, it wouldn’t be insurmountable.
Outside the official bases, in scattered bases where meticulous individuals calculated dates and times, many were also celebrating the New Year in their own ways.
Unlike the New Year before the apocalypse, which was mostly about bidding farewell to the previous year and hoping for a safe and prosperous year ahead, the New Year celebrated by the majority of people after the apocalypse was more like, ‘We’ve finally made it through this year… we’re alive and entering the next year.’
In his own little world at home, Wei Xuan’s life was peaceful and content.
After the heavy snowfall on New Year’s Day, he suddenly decided to embark on a grand project, building an ice cellar while the snow and ice were abundant. He wanted to create a storage space for ice that could last even through the scorching summer months.
This ice cellar was not just for cooling purposes. He had several refrigerators and freezers that could be used to make ice blocks. It wasn’t meant for storing food either. He simply wanted to use the ice cellar to store water.
Although he couldn’t recall when there might be a relatively dry period during the three years of the apocalypse, he had experienced long stretches without a drop of rain.
Now, in hindsight, he realized it would be more practical to use the abundant snow from this winter to store some ice blocks in a natural ice cellar, rather than collecting rainwater cautiously every time it rained.
Ack, the terrifying bomb people are starting to make headway~
Our WX is really smart boy
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Well, we know these army nuts fail cause Wei Xuan would definitely remember if they’d succeeded. Now the question is: how do they fail? Have they underestimated the weird weather? Do they encounder the little girl zombie? Are the bombs already gone?
Thanks for the chapter!
Did the previous WX die before the bombing of the city…or do they fail in bombing for as yet unknown reasons (like little girl zombie)??? … Thanks for the update 🤣❤️😳
Wei Xuan : still learning.
Thank you for the update!