Chapter 150 What Kind of World Is This

It was still a casual, breezy remark, yet it only tangled Wang Ke’s thoughts even further.

At the same time, she simply could not fathom where on earth this man got such immense courage.

Was it entirely because of his Tier 4 girlfriend?

Ultimately, Wang Ke chose to stay in the villa.

There was no helping it; who wasn't afraid of dying?

Besides, since the other party already possessed a Tier 4 fighter, if they truly intended to do anything to her, it seemed resistance would be utterly futile no matter when she tried.

Even if she wanted to drag them down with her in a desperate, mutual destruction, she felt completely powerless to do so.

The others weren't fools either; surely they wouldn't just stand there and trade blows with her.

Given that woman’s speed in battle, Wang Ke believed that if she wanted to flee, no one would be able to keep her.

All she could do was hope this man would keep his word.

Looking at it from another angle, having such a powerful girlfriend meant he probably wouldn't be allowed to act recklessly.

Wang Ke refused to believe any woman could be selfless to that degree.

Especially when her strength was already so formidable.

Based on these considerations, Wang Ke finally managed to convince herself.

When all was said and done, it was simply a fear of death driving her, just finding a comforting excuse for herself.

The sky gradually grew dark.

The people outside had all returned to their respective quarters.

Once night fell, the city plunged entirely into silence, with not a single figure remaining on the streets.

Even those without a proper home would find some concealed nook, usually somewhere closer to the city center.

After all, the closer to the center, the safer it was.

Inside the villa, however, the lights were still brightly lit.

Fang Xia, Bai Xing, and Wang Ke were sitting together on the sofa in the second-floor living room.

Only, Wang Ke sat off to the side by herself, watching this pair of lovebirds blatantly show off their affection right in front of her.

The other three young women had settled on the first floor, temporarily pulling guard duty.

With their combined strength, they could practically walk sideways through Chen City without a care.

"I made a mistake just now, suddenly remembered we don't have a chef."

Having been busy the entire day, Fang Xia only now remembered that they hadn't eaten dinner yet, and his stomach was beginning to rumble.

There was a kitchen, certainly, but no cook.

Knowing this earlier, he should have had Wang Ke find a couple of chefs to move in with them.

"It's fine, I can cook. What would Brother Fang like to eat?"

Bai Xing smiled and stood up, ready to head to the kitchen.

Wang Ke stared blankly at the two of them, completely clueless about what they were discussing.

"Forget it, let Ouyang Ting and the other two whip something up casually. Let's see what they can make."

It wasn't that he doubted Bai Xing's culinary skills; it was simply getting too late, and there was no need for her to exert herself.

If worst came to worst, eating a self-heating hot pot would do.

Before long, Ouyang Ting walked up the stairs.

"Brother Fang, did you call me?"

"Yeah, the three of you haven't eaten dinner yet either, right? What do you feel like having tonight? Let's get this straight first—it has to be something you actually know how to make."

"Don't you worry, Brother Fang, home-cooked dishes are definitely not a problem! One of the girls downstairs is from my hometown, and her cooking is amazing. Back during holidays, I'd often go over to her place to freeload meals."

The moment food was mentioned, Ouyang Ting instantly lit up, patting her chest in assurance that her fellow sister downstairs could definitely handle it.

"Alright then. There are five of us—well, six, counting Team Leader Wang who probably hasn't eaten either. Why don't you join us for a bite later? Let's go with three meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and a soup."

As soon as Fang Xia finished speaking, Bai Xing immediately produced a spatial ring and handed it to her.

"All the ingredients are inside. Just prepare whatever you think works, and make sure the portions are generous."

That last sentence was actually redundant; having finally secured a proper meal, they would make more than enough without her even having to say so.

Wang Ke watched with the same blank expression. *Go ahead, keep bragging,* she thought. *Three meat dishes and a vegetable? As if I'd believe that.*

*Relax, even if you beg me later, I won't touch a single bite of your food.*

Though that was what she told herself, her worldview seemed to be crumbling slightly.

Just now, after that girl named Ouyang Ting came up, she hadn't even glanced at Bai Xing, addressing the man directly as Brother Fang—and that alone was deeply suspicious.

It almost looked as though this man was their actual captain.

And then there was talk of three meat dishes, a vegetable, and a soup. What kind of nonsense was that? Were they expecting to eat meat now?

Several months had passed since the apocalypse began, and the provisions scavenged at the very beginning had long since been consumed.

With no regenerative resources, they had forgotten what meat tasted like for a very long time.

Besides, they had only experienced the second zombie airdrop just last week; if Fang Xia had arrived three days earlier, he might have caught the tail end of it.

Therefore, the longest they could have possibly acquired those high-tier seeds was a little over a week.

Furthermore, no one dared to plant anything while the zombie rain was ongoing; seeds planted in the morning would simply be destroyed by nightfall.

Thus, even the earliest planted high-tier seeds had only been in the ground for three days, and they were still a long way from maturity.

Yet what were they talking about now? Putting on a show just for her benefit?

What was the point of that? The charade would fall apart in no time.

Did they really think such cheap tricks could fool her?

Even if everything he claimed were true, she would never take a single bite. Before the end of the world, she was a woman who owned a small villa, after all—what exotic delicacies hadn't she tasted?

Soon enough, the rich aroma of meat drifted up from downstairs.

She almost wanted to slap herself across the face. *The smell of meat?*

*Am I hallucinating?*

Yet, the fragrance grew denser and more intense, making her desperately want to follow the scent and see what on earth it was.

She didn't have to wait much longer either. After about half an hour, Ouyang Ting came back up to the second floor.
"Brother Fang, Sister Bai Xing, dinner is ready."

Fang Xia opened his eyes from where he had been resting them with a calm focus, and Bai Xing closed the comic book in her hands.

"Let's go. Team Leader, care to join us downstairs for a bite?"

Passing by Wang Ke, Fang Xia paused and tossed the invitation her way.

Wang Ke wanted to throw out a couple of harsh retorts, but Fang Xia simply walked downstairs right after speaking, acting as though it didn't matter in the least whether she came or not.

Was he just offering a polite, casual courtesy simply because she happened to be sitting there?

The more Wang Ke thought about it, the angrier she grew. *Since you offered out of polite routine, I am stubbornly going down there to take a look!*

Upon reaching the ground floor, the aroma became even more intoxicating.

At that moment, Fang Xia and Bai Xing were already seated, while Ouyang Ting was dishing out rice for them.

Four dishes were already arranged on the table.

"Brother Fang, the final dish—stir-fried beef with celery—will be ready in a second. You guys go ahead and eat."

Fang Xia nodded, feeling genuinely a bit hungry.

He tasted a piece of the spicy stir-fried pork. The flavor was quite decent; while it couldn't quite match the culinary skill of the female chefs in his own faction, it was still a solid, comforting home-cooked dish.

Wang Ke realized that today was utterly the most baffling day she had experienced since the apocalypse began.

Out of nowhere, a random group of people popped up, and among them was a Tier 4 fighter.

And yet, that Tier 4 fighter apparently wasn't even the leader of their group, deferring instead to a man who looked like he had no special traits aside from being slightly handsome.

And now, a table full of pre-apocalyptic home-cooked dishes was laid out right before her eyes. It all felt entirely like a dream.