Salted Fish Transmigrated Into An Apocalyptic Book: Chapter 30 (1/2)

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Chapter 30 (1/2)

After searching for a long time, Jiang Miaomiao really turned to the tutorial of making steamed buns.

The name made her heart beat-zero failure, lazy steamed buns.

Zero failure, and laziness, are precisely what she needs.

Jiang Miaomiao looked at it with great interest. Still, after reading the line of preparation materials, she wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost.

Preparation materials: flour 500G, sugar 50G, yeast powder 5G, baking powder 15G.

She has flour and sugar. Where can I find yeast powder and baking powder?

Every time they go to the supermarket, they get valuable things, but they have never picked up these miscellaneous items.

Jiang Miaomiao went to the warehouse with a glimmer of hope. The result was disappointing. Nothing to be found.

Can’t you make steamed buns without yeast?

She decided to try it and followed the steps in the tutorial, omitting the fermentation step. The rest was done step by step.

There is no steamer or steamer in the villa. Instead, she uses two chopsticks, placed horizontally in the pot, with a plate on it containing a few neatly cut tiny steamed buns.

Half an hour later, hot air appeared on the induction cooker.

Jiang Miaomiao lifted the lid with anticipation, glanced at it a few times and frowned.

The steamed buns are white, and they look pretty decent, but they are not the same as in her memory.

In the impression, the steamed buns were tiny when put in and at least twice as large when they came out of the pot. They felt loose and soft, and her steamed buns were put in and out of the pot. But nothing changed except for steaming.

Lu Qiming had a dog nose. He smelled the scent upstairs and asked:

“Are the steamed buns ready? Give me a taste.”

Jiang Miaomiao took two out, served them to him, and fed them to his mouth.

He bit his breath, chewed, and pouted.

Jiang Miaomiao asked, “How is it?”

“You haven’t eaten yet?”

“You are a great hero, and the best things must be given to you first.”

Lu Qiming rolled his eyes, “I think you want to test the poison on me.”

Her intentions were exposed, and she smiled embarrassedly.

“How does it taste? I made it for a long time, and there are still a bunch of them on the table that haven’t been steamed.”

“Have you ever eaten gnocchi?”


“It’s a big gnocchi, but it’s edible, but it sticks to your teeth and blocks your throat.”

Jiang Miaomiao couldn’t help but taste it when she heard the words, and her expression immediately changed.

Bah, what kind of steamed buns? It’s terrible to eat.

Even if it’s not soft, it doesn’t taste good.

After being busy for so long, I was busy with this kind of thing, and after two days, the food still failed.

She was so frustrated that she leaned against the wall holding the steamed bun and didn’t want to move.

Life is so hard, woohoo.

Lu Qiming was initially disgusted. Seeing her appearance, he stretched out his hand to get the steamed buns.

Jiang Miaomiao glanced at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Eating, the taste is a bit strange, but it suits my appetite.”


She looked at him suspiciously and saw that the other party was eating one after another as if he was really eating something delicious.

Lu Qiming gave her a face like this. She was embarrassed, but she quickly grabbed it back, put it on a plate and said:

“I’ll take it and process it.”

“How to process?”

“Put some oil to fry it.”

She was unsure she could make it delicious, but the lower limit was already here, and it couldn’t be worse.

Lu Qiming nodded, “Okay, wait for you to come back.”

Jiang Miaomiao didn’t want to live up to his expectations, so she went downstairs to continue her work.

Lu Qiming was still lying on the bathroom floor, his wound so painful that he couldn’t move.

He wanted to smoke, but the cigarette case and lighter were placed far away, so he could not reach them for a long time with his extended arms.

Jiang Meimu passed by.

He shouted, “Silly dog, come here.”

The silly dog gave him a blank look, pointed his ass at him, and sat next to him to tickle.

Lu Qiming was so angry that he had to rely on himself and stretched his hand forward vigorously, touching the wound, and the pain was so painful that he took a breath.

Jiang Miaomiao heard the movement and ran upstairs, looked at him and asked:

“Why are you moving around? The wound is still not healed, and you want to die?”

“I want to smoke…”

He had no confidence, he said weakly.

“Tell me if you want to smoke.”

She helped him bring the cigarette case and lighter, lit one and stuffed it into his mouth. After thinking about it, she moved all the cigarettes and lighters in the villa to his side and put a bowl as an ashtray so he could smoke whenever he wanted.

After doing this, Jiang Miaomiao went to the kitchen to work again.

Lu Qiming smoked a cigarette and snorted at Jiang Meimu angrily. Thinking of Jiang Miaomiao’s concern for him, he felt happy.

She always speaks coldly, but she can’t rest assured of his nagging, like a little daughter-in-law.

He smoked three cigarettes idly and fell asleep.

When he woke up, he smelled a fragrant smell, opened his eyes, and found Jiang Miaomiao sitting next to him, feeding Jiang Meimu something to eat.

He didn’t know what it was; it was crunchy and crunched by the dog’s teeth.

Lu Qiming moved a little, and she immediately turned her head with a smile on her face.

“Are you awake? Give it a try.”

Without waiting for him to answer, a piece of the hard stuff was stuffed into his mouth.

Lu Qiming frowned and bit it in his mouth carefully.

With a bang, his mouth was full of crispy and oily fragrance, which surprised him, who hadn’t eaten much oil and water in months.

Jiang Miaomiao observed his expression and asked, “How is it? Is it delicious?”

Lu Qiming took out the half piece he hadn’t eaten from his mouth, looked at it and asked:

“Is this the thing just now?”

“Yeah, I cut them into small pieces, fried them crispy in a pan, and poured some honey after they came out of the pan. Doesn’t it taste good? Hehe.”

Lu Qiming couldn’t help but bite again.

It’s sweet and fragrant, high in calories, and gives people a complete sense of happiness.

Jiang Miaomiao saw that he liked it, brought the plate over, and put it between them.

She didn’t do anything else in the afternoon. Steamed the steamed buns and fried, steamed buns and made a few large plates.

The two and one dog took this for dinner and then made some instant milk tea. After a full meal, they lay down comfortably on the quilt after eating.

You will be in a good mood when you are full of food and drink.

When she feels in a good mood, she feels that life is not so difficult.

They lay quietly, Jiang Meimu sneezed a little, and Jiang Miaomiao scratched its belly and toes softly.

The light began to dim again, and the night was coming.

She got up, took a basin of hot water to help Lu Qiming wipe his body, went to the next room to simply wash it, and began to prepare for the night.

Spray disinfectant to erase the breath of their lives.

Turn off all light and sound electrical appliances in the house, lock the doors, block the doors, and close the windows.

After doing this, she hid in the quilt, hugged Lu Qiming, closed her eyes, and didn’t think about what was happening outside the house.

The terrifying screams of the zombies penetrated the walls, making them unable to sleep peacefully.

In the middle of the night, Lu Qiming developed a high fever, and his body trembled violently.

She fed him antipyretics, warmed him with her body, and held him tightly without letting go.

The other party was so burned that he couldn’t realize it, and he was vaguely saying something in his mouth, his face buried in her chest, and the breath he exhaled was very hot.

After a while, he fell silent.

Jiang Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his sweaty hair with a towel, and quickly fell asleep.

At six in the morning, the sun returns to the earth.

Lu Qiming opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, and smacked his mouth twice, refreshed.

The legs still can’t move easily, but it doesn’t affect his narcissism.

He was wearing only a pair of big pants and walked around Jiang Miaomiao independently and came to the sink.

His face, which hadn’t been cleaned up for a few days, was reflected in the mirror, his complexion was pale and stubble, and he looked like a homeless person.

He brushed his teeth, picked up his baby, and scraped it around his chin.

Jiang Miaomiao was awakened by a buzzing sound. She thought a bee had entered the house. When she opened her eyes, she saw that Lu Qiming was shaving his beard.

She asked in surprise, “Why did you stand up?”

Lu Qiming held the sink with one hand, looked at himself in the mirror and said:

“If I don’t get up again, I don’t know what my face will be ruined by you.”

Jiang Miaomiao shouted: “Where did I ruin you? Obviously I took care of it with all my heart.”

“Really?” He raised his chin at the washbasin in the corner. “The towel in there was used by you to wipe my face last night. If I remember correctly, you have been using it to wipe the table before.”

Jiang Miaomiao blushed, “It was too dark at the time, I didn’t see clearly, and I didn’t mean to.”

Lu Qiming didn’t care about her, the wound was too painful, and he didn’t want to talk.

Second, she did a lot of work by herself yesterday, and she was so dizzy that she probably couldn’t care less.

Jiang Miaomiao himself had never suffered such a severe injury. She always felt that he would die if she didn’t pay attention.

To keep her only companion alive, she hurriedly helped him back to lie down after he shaved his beard and warned:

“You are not allowed to move until your injuries are completely healed.”

My stomach is torn open. What should I do if my intestines flow out as soon as I move? You can’t stuff it back with your bare hands.

Lu Qiming acted like a normal person and still had the mind to joke.

“Then if the zombies come, will you rush over and fight them?”

Jiang Miaomiao shook her head.

“Don’t fight, I’m not you,As strong as a cockroach,I rushed up to die.”

“You’re quite self-aware.”

“If the zombies really come in, I will burn this house down with a torch and die with them!”

Lu Qiming shivered, “Sister, take it easy, the zombies didn’t bite me to death, but you burned me to death, how unfair.”

Jiang Miaomiao gave him a blank look and lay down under him.

He was taken aback and quickly covered his pants.

“what are you going to do?”

She was even more speechless.

“What else can I do? Look at your injury.”

“Oh, look at you.”

He stretched his legs generously, and Jiang Miaomiao saw his thighs from his ankles.

The leg is perfect, you have to have a length, and you have to have a line.

But the wound was too big, and the cotton thread used for suturing was soaked in blood to a deep red color, like a giant ugly centipede lying on his feet.

She pursed her lips, raised her head, and asked softly, “Does it hurt?”

Lu Qiming nodded pitifully.


She groaned and stood in a daze, “I’m going to make breakfast.”

He was injured so severely that he needed more nutrition. Otherwise, the wound would not get better.

Jiang Miaomiao found all the edible things at home, put them on the table, and racked her brains to make a meal that could be eaten.

It’s hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. What’s more, she is a little white.

(Little white or xiao bai means fool/idiot)

Jiang Miaomiao cut a few ham sausages, raised her head and looked out the window, sighing for a long time.

The window was covered with paper. She couldn’t see the scene outside, but she could imagine it.

There is a house a few hundred meters away, and you can see a convenience store after a ten-minute bike ride.

If you ride further, you can go to the supermarket.

They have searched the supermarkets in a radius of several miles, and the delicious ones have long been brought home to eat. Still, the rest are much better than the few at home, at least enough to eat.

By the way, the peaches on the side of the road are also ripe, right?

She really wants to go out!!!

Jiang Miaomiao walked to the door with an impulse in her heart, wanting to rush out despite everything and bring a few boxes of food back.

She quietly opened the door through a gap, and two zombies just came into the yard.

Their walking speed is much faster than before, like a beast foraging in the forest, just waiting for the prey to appear.

She gave up her plan to go out, locked the door, and went back to make steamed buns.

Tired of eating too much honey-flavored food, she used her imagination and made some salt and pepper-flavored food. Which Lu Qiming also liked very much.

The two ran out of stock and lived on steamed buns of various flavors for a week, and soon the bread sacks bottomed out.

The snacks were eaten entirely; only rice and dried noodles were left in hand.

Could it be that they can only drink white porridge and eat boiled noodles next?

She didn’t even have the appetite for thinking about it.

During lunch, Lu Qiming suddenly said:

“My injury is almost healed.”

Jiang Miaomiao was shocked. She asked, “Really?”

He stood up against the wall and took two limping steps.

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