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Chapter 1198 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (8)

The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (80)

Because she traded lettuce for a lot of new supplies, Song Ning became even more attentive to the crops growing in the greenhouse.

Neither he nor Lance liked vegetables, but peppers and potatoes were a different story.

Even if you don't like the former, who wouldn't like it in such a cold winter?

As for potatoes, Song Ning was already looking forward to them. After all, he had been eating cornbread as his staple food for a while, and it would be great to be able to eat a new staple food.

Not to mention that potatoes can be prepared in various other ways, especially French fries. Song Ning even went on a special day when Lance was on vacation to go hunting with Lance in his big cat form. They hunted a large, fat pig that looked like a descendant of domestic pigs from before the apocalypse.

The carcass weighed about 200 jin (approximately 100 catties), and Song Ning specially rendered a large pot of lard from its fat, just in time to fry it into French fries.

In addition to these, the new seeds available for exchange include cabbage, cucumber, green beans, and eggplant. Song Ning has already planned to plant some of these after this batch of crops is harvested, so that she can enjoy a variety of fruits and vegetables from the comfort of her home.

To ensure the soil's fertility, he even went to the two brothers who had previously rented the e-reader to exchange some agricultural knowledge.

The two men hadn't expected Song Ning to become a repeat customer, but upon hearing what Song Ning said, they both showed an understanding expression.

"Dude, you're pretty amazing. This greenhouse set just came out at the base, right? And it's not cheap. You've already got it. That's incredible, bro."

The shorter man, who was talking with a grin, nudged the person next to him with his elbow as he spoke, "Don't you think so? I told you that no one who's still alive is an ordinary person."

The tall, thin man next to Song Ning, who was searching for the information he wanted, remained expressionless as he flipped through a machine, occasionally offering his responses.

"Well, you're not an ordinary person either."

"What do you mean? Are you insulting me?"

"No, didn't you say that no one who has lived this long is an ordinary person? Well, neither you nor I are ordinary, so you are not an ordinary person either."

"That's what you say, but it sounds a bit strange coming from you. It doesn't sound like you're saying anything nice. Hey, I feel like you're saying it on purpose."

Ignoring the questions and provocations behind him, the tall, thin man came over and compared the information Song Ning wanted with Song Ning's, and quickly reached a deal with Song Ning.

Song Ning glanced at it casually and noticed that there were several titles on the screen in this guy's hand that looked rather inappropriate, and they even looked a bit erotic, like yellow.

You really can't judge a book by its cover. As Song Ning walked out with what he had obtained, he pretended not to see it.

He rushed back to learn how to make his own farmyard manure so that he could add more nutrients to the fruits and vegetables, especially potatoes. If they weren't fertile enough, it would be hopeless if they were small and thin when he dug them up.

He went quite far; the new house is about a three-hour drive away. So he deliberately left early in the morning with Lance, hoping to catch Lance returning home around the same time.

This place is actually a bit far from the base, so it's outside the base. Although the road is still covered in heavy snow, you can still see that the ruins and roads have obviously been cleared.

Holding a weapon in his hand, Song Ning continued to walk back cautiously. He hadn't been to this area much before, so it was best to be careful. Although it was obvious that the base had cleared it out, it was always better to be cautious.

The weather has been getting worse lately for some reason. A few days of sunny weather lasted for a couple of days, and then another wave of gloomy, windy, and snowy weather came.

He was completely covered from head to toe; if it weren't for the issue of fat accumulation, he really wouldn't want to go out.

Although he could exchange some fertilizer at the base, he tried to save money wherever possible. Besides, he was feeling cooped up at home every day, so he would occasionally go out to get some fresh air.

As he hurried back, his steps uneven, Song Ning suddenly realized that he hadn't encountered any zombies for quite some time.

Since being taken back by the big cat, it's normal that he can't see it in the big cat's territory, but apart from that one time he encountered it underground, he hasn't encountered it once in this area.

"Were they all wiped out by the people at the base?"

Song Ning guessed to herself and decided to ask Captain Man if she ran into him later.

As he drove along, various thoughts raced through his mind, and he gradually relaxed his guard until a pair of familiar boots suddenly appeared in his line of sight. Before Song Ning could react, he had already lost control of the car and crashed headfirst into the other person's arms.

As darkness fell, Song Ning instinctively reached out to grab the other's clothes for support. The next second, he was encircled by a single arm and pulled around the waist, his chest pressed tightly against Lance's.

He reached out to push Lance away, but faster than him were the fingers that removed the scarf from his face. Lance gently touched the tip of his red nose, and the moment the warm fingertips touched him, Song Ning subconsciously turned his head away.

"I'm fine, how did you get here?"

Seeing the obvious resistance from the humans, Lance narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling somewhat irritated.

He gripped the human's waist, intending to forcefully turn his head, but his recent interactions with other humans made him temporarily suppress the idea.

He didn't accuse the human's act of resistance of being hurtful; he simply stated a fact that made Song Ning feel even more guilty about what he had just done.

"I was worried about you going on a long trip because of the bad weather, so I quickly patrolled the area and came to pick you up."

Lance's concerns were genuine, and Song Ning knew, of course, that Lance wasn't lying.

Knowing this, I felt even more strongly that my behavior just now was really too much.

Her hand, which had been about to push Lance away, hesitated. She simply lowered her head and tried to pretend that she hadn't noticed how ambiguous their current posture was.

"There's no danger. The people at the base should have cleared the area. I was quite safe the way there and back."

"Besides, you're already so tired from work, why did you come all this way to pick me up? It's so hard for you."

Lance's azure eyes stared at the human's small movements without saying a word. Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Ning knew what to do. From their tightly pressed bodies, he could even hear Lance's heartbeat, which, along with the sound of snowflakes falling beside his ears, seemed exceptionally present.

After hesitating for a while, Song Ning couldn't help but look up to see what Lance's expression was.

If he felt guilty because he had ulterior motives, then why wouldn't Lance let him go?

He looked up and met Lance's possessive eyes.