Dawn is just breaking.
Xu Hongzhuang and Chen Feng, along with their group, are seated in a house. The table is set with exquisite food, including some cooked beef and mutton, aside from bread.
In the apocalypse, the infection rate among beasts is several times that of other species. Unmutated cattle and sheep are exceedingly rare, even in the east of the bridge. Beef and mutton are scarce delicacies, accessible only to military personnel ranked major or above.
The crisis outside has not yet resolved, leaving Xu Hongzhuang unable to sleep peacefully. However, thankfully, Chen Feng brought royal jelly, and after drinking half a bottle, Xu Hongzhuang's mental state recovered by seventy to eighty percent, enough for her to endure for a while.
Dark Elf, Flora sits nearby, the former gazes curiously at Xu Hongzhuang, while the latter, having eaten some food, starts to rest with closed eyes.
