Chapter 6 (1/2)

He did not spend the night at the end of the world, although Lu Chuan knew that the biochemical factory was solid.

Back to the modern rental house, the sky outside the window is really sunset, the sky is only a touch of red.

”Time is in sync.”

There was no change when Uncle zombie and Lu Chuan left. They were still sitting upright.

From his return, Lu Chuan fell into deep thought.

In the rental room, they sat like this, no one said anything. One is wood carving, the other is from time to time his face changes, as if in his mind is sorting out some problems that troubled him.

”Gu Gu Gu... ”

The hunger from his stomach made Lu Chuan absolutely recover from meditation.

Standing up, Lu Chuan stretched out his waist and laughed.

”I'm really hungry.” Lu Chuan felt his stomach, from the long-distance bus happened this thing, until now, all the way is running, is jumping, has long been hungry.

Put down the things in his mind, Lu Chuan put his wallet in, and he went out.

A single dog has no habit of cooking by himself.

Besides, it's too late now. After a look at the time, it's already 7:30 p.m.

No accident, uncle zombie followed Lu Chuan, almost without leaving Lu Chuan.

The advantage of the old residential area is the bustle, which belongs to the bustle of the low-level residents.

At 7:30, the night market stalls in the streets and alleys were already open for business, and there were crowds everywhere. Various kinds of aroma, floating in the streets, I do not know how many people late after work, will choose to fill their stomachs in these small stalls.

“……”

Lu Chuan looked at the head surging here, but thought of what he saw in the last days.

A large number of people represents a large number of zombies. If there is a disaster, the population density here, such as China and India, is definitely the most tragic place.

Looking for a familiar stall to sit down, Lu Chuan called out: ”Uncle Luo, the same old.”

”Five minutes.” Uncle Luo is a middle-aged man who is as thin as a stick. He fires skillfully when he answers Lu Chuan's words. If the amount of fire is too large, the head of the pot will be swallowed, and a small spoon of oil will go down, and the whole pot will become a sea of fire.

Luo Shu's family has been operating here for more than ten years. They are very popular and have a good business.

Uncle Luo is in charge of cooking, while aunt Luo is responsible for cutting and side dishes.

Uncle Luo's son is studying in University, and his daughter is Luo Juan, who is a senior three in senior high school. Every night, he goes to the stall to help, carry tea and pour water, and deliver the delicious dishes made by his father to the diners.

Well, it's actually the role of a waiter.

”Lu Chuan, I haven't been here for a long time. Are you ok?” Aunt Luo raised her head and asked with concern.

The zombie uncle stood on the edge of Luchuan. Under the command of Luchuan, he sat on the opposite side of Luchuan, and sat upright.

”Luchuan, drink some water.”

Two cups of big leaf tea are put in front of Lu Chuan and the corpse uncle. Luo Juan shakes her hair and returns to the chair she just got up. Obviously, she has not been interested in Luchuan for several days.

Lu Chuan's dinner was settled here in nine out of ten cases. After a year, I became familiar with it.

At ordinary times, Lu Chuan would tease Luo Juan a few words, but today, Lu Chuan's head has always been thinking about the biochemical factory, so naturally there is no such a mind.

Lu Chuan laughed and said, ”Auntie, I went back to my hometown.”

Aunt Luo is also smiling: ”go back well, see more parents.”

Uncle Luo's time is really accurate. Five minutes later, he put a dish of fried noodles in front of Lu Chuan.

Lu Chuan, who had been hungry for a long time, was not polite. After eating a few mouthfuls, he remembered something. He looked up and saw Uncle zombie sitting upright and expressionless.

”Oh.”

Lu Chuan patted his forehead, thinking about things to be fascinated, he even forgot the goods.

Before Lu Chuan has been curious, to modern zombies, whether to eat. At present, it is a problem that Lu Chuan has to pay attention to. His salary can not guarantee the living expenses of two people.

”Would you like one?” Lu Chuan asked.

Uncle zombie looked blankly at Lu Chuan, his empty eyes did not even blink.

Lu Chuan:

A feeling of playing the lute before a cow, but Lu Chuan pushed his fried noodles which he had just eaten a few mouthfuls to the zombie uncle, and issued an instruction: ”eat.”

The zombie uncle stretched out his hand mechanically and grabbed at the fried flour.

”Chopsticks.” Lu Chuan said in a deep voice.

Uncle zombie stops with his arm. He grabs the chopsticks mechanically and picks them up towards the fried noodles. He looks like a child learning to eat. Lu Chuan can't help but look away from the chopsticks. He doesn't know the goods.