"Fried sauce noodles every day?" Sun Hang froze for a moment and asked instinctively.
"If you want to eat something else, I can make that too," Zhong Ling said. "But I'll need to apply to the supplies department in advance for some fresh ingredients... The stuff in your refrigerator is too limited."
It had to be said, that was a very tempting proposal.
Sun Hang was not exactly a foodie, but if there were fresh, hot meals to eat, who would want frozen convenience food every day?
"I suddenly remembered the story of the Snail Maiden." Sun Hang glanced at Zhong Ling. Her eyelids were slightly lowered, and she did not meet his gaze. She simply picked up some noodles with her chopsticks, put them into her mouth, and chewed in small bites.
Her cheeks were faintly flushed. Perhaps lifting that heavy wok in the kitchen with one hand was still a little too strenuous for her.
With the Snail Maiden taking over the cooking, Sun Hang conscientiously took on the dishwashing... Anyway, all he had to do was gather the dishes and chopsticks, toss them into the dishwasher, and press the switch.
"By the way, where's your mom?" Sun Hang glanced at Zhong Ling, who was standing blankly in front of the refrigerator, and asked something that sounded a little like an insult. "Is she lying in one of those coffins too, like the other anomalous corpses?"
"She's on the roof," Zhong Ling answered.
Sun Hang looked up at the ceiling—although Anomalous Corpse No. 001's ability to conceal its presence was not as strong as No. 005's, it was still highly stealthy. At this distance, Sun Hang could not sense even a trace of its aura.
"She won't sneak into my bedroom in the middle of the night and