The Vicious Female Character at the End of Days: C26.2

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Chapter 26. (2/2)

Bai Qing Qing didn’t know how to cook. She was about to go to the living room, but then remembered being scolded by Shen Mingxuan for not cooking, so she went back to the kitchen and said she would cook one dish that evening.

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The team was thankful she hadn’t said she would cook everything; just one dish for everyone to try. Otherwise, they might have been poisoned by the culinary disaster rather than killed by zombies.

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Eggplant stew with pork, spicy and sour chicken wings, sweet and sour pork ribs, and pan-fried steak… dishes were served. Xiao Yang’s eyes lit up, and he eagerly picked up a bowl.

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“This is a feast tonight! Who made all this?”

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Bai Tian Tian brought over the rice cooker and said, “Some of these were made by Dr. Liang, and the curry chicken was made by Qing Qing.”

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“Qing Qing made curry chicken,” Xiao Yang immediately picked up his chopsticks. “Let me try it.”

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But when he took a bite of a carrot, he froze, completely petrified.

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Everyone asked curiously, “How does it taste?”

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Bai Qing Qing’s bright, clear eyes stared at him, awaiting his answer.

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Xiao Yang glanced sheepishly at Bai Qing Qing’s expectant eyes and reluctantly praised, “Not bad, very delicious.”

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Fu Chen’s hand holding the chopsticks tightened slightly; he realized something was wrong.

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“Is it really that delicious?” Shen Mingxuan picked up a piece to taste, then immediately spat it out, scoffing, “What kind of rubbish is this? The vegetables aren’t even cooked properly; even a pig wouldn’t eat it.”

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Bai Qing Qing smiled, “Feed it to you, you pig.”

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Shen Mingxuan’s handsome face darkened, a chill flashing in his peach blossom eyes. He said coldly, “You woman, are you doing this on purpose?!”

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Bai Qing Qing put on an innocent look, “I told you all before, I can’t cook.”

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She said in a pitiful, somewhat fragile voice, “I finally mustered the courage to cook for everyone, and I almost cut my hand…”

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“If you don’t like it, don’t eat it.” She stood up and placed the plate of food in front of herself. “I’ll eat it all myself; not a single bit will be wasted.”

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Bai Tian Tian couldn’t help but retort to Shen Mingxuan, “Sister has already tried her best; why are you saying such nasty things?”

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Shen Mingxuan was speechless. Seeing Bai Qing Qing’s theatrical performance, he felt so angry that he almost vomited blood.

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Bai Qing Qing lowered her long, butterfly-like eyelashes, concealing a fleeting, faint smile in her eyes, and picked up an undercooked dish, putting it in her mouth.

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Too salty! It’s so salty it’s making me cry. What goes around comes around.

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Seeing her tearful appearance, everyone assumed she was upset and quickly advised, “If it’s not good, don’t eat it.”

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Fu Chen, who saw through everything, took the plate of beautifully presented but highly poisonous curry chicken from in front of her and said in a low voice, “Didn’t I tell you not to cook?”

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Bai Qing Qing thought to herself, “If I don’t create a culinary disaster to put on a show, how will you believe I really can’t cook?”

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“I won’t do it again.” There won’t be a next time; she almost poisoned herself to death.

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After finishing her meal, Bai Qing Qing went upstairs to take a bath, washing herself until she smelled fragrant. When she came out, her hair was still wet as she went down to the living room to play.

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It’s still early before bedtime; it would be so boring not to play some games.

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While collecting supplies, she also picked up a lot of game items—checkers, werewolf, card games, all sorts of random games.

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Only Fu Chen and Liang Zhiyu were in the living room; it seemed everyone else had gone to shower.

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Fu Chen frowned slightly, noticing her wet back, and said, “Qing Qing, your hair isn’t dry.”

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Bai Qing Qing touched her damp hair and said, “Brother, my hair is quite thick, it’s not easy to dry. Let it air dry.”

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“It’ll give you a headache if you don’t dry it,” Liang Zhiyu said.

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Fu Chen said, “Get a towel, I’ll dry it for you.”

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Bai Qing Qing obediently took a dry towel from her spatial storage and gave it to him. The man reached out and pressed her onto the sofa, standing behind her, covering her head with the thick towel, and vigorously rubbing it.

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“Brother, be gentle,” Bai Qing Qing couldn’t help but remind him.

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Good heavens, was he rubbing a ball? Even with her thick hair, it couldn’t withstand his pulling; what if she became a bald little darling?

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Fu Chen paused, his movements immediately softening.

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When Xiao Yang came downstairs, he saw Fu Chen drying Bai Qing Qing’s hair. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Was this really his eccentric and aloof “Big Demon King” Brother Fu?

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His sister was indeed a creature that could make her brother submit.

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After drying her hair, Bai Qing Qing suggested playing a game, werewolf. Neither Fu Chen nor Liang Zhiyu had ever played it before. At first, they were suppressed, but once they figured out the rules, they quickly became the masters.

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A fox and a big demon king—she toyed with them so many times, losing each time, that Bai Qing Qing didn’t want to play anymore.

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The next day.

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The team repacked and set off.

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Bai Qing Qing took the medical supplies to see Cheng Rui. Liang Zhiyu said he would wake up in a couple of days, and she needed to seize the opportunity to complete her mission.

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To make changing his dressing easier, Cheng Rui wasn’t wearing any clothes, only a white bandage. His handsome, hard-edged face looked a bit more haggard than usual, with some stubble, giving him a more mature, masculine air.

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Lifting the blanket to reveal his sexy, muscular chest, her heart raced. His physique was like a male model’s, probably perfectly proportioned, every muscle just right—a real treat for women.

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She laboriously turned him over, carefully cutting open the gauze with scissors. Seeing the shocking wound, she felt a strange pain.

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Cheng Rui is a real man!!!

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If that wound were on her, she’d probably feel like she was dying.

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Bai Qing Qing carefully cleaned his wound, then gently applied medicine with a cotton swab. Concentrating on her work, she didn’t notice that the man’s fingers twitched slightly—a sign of waking up.

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After applying the medicine, she ran her slender fingers gently along the edge of the wound and sighed, “I wonder if it will leave a scar. If it does, it won’t look good.”