Cooking Gourmet Meals in the Apocalypse

Chapter 126: Chapter 123: Conversation Killer

Chen Xing watched Lu Haoran with a detached gaze.

’Logically, the Lu Family should know I exist, right?’

’So... for Lu Haoran to suddenly be so attentive, he must be up to no good.’

Chen Xing took a step back, clearing the doorway.

Upon entering, Lu Haoran noticed several Huaxia-style dishes on the dining table and paused for a moment. "I saw you barely touched your food, so I figured the restaurant’s cuisine wasn’t to your liking. I had some national dishes specially made for you, but it seems that was unnecessary!"

’What a coincidence.’

Of the four dishes he’d brought, two were duplicates of what was already on Chen Xing’s table. At least two were different.

Chen Xing had no interest in the food he’d brought.

’In times like these, she would never carelessly eat something from an unknown source.’

She was repulsed by the restaurant food, for instance, and hadn’t eaten a single bite.

’Who knew where that meat came from? Or what kind of meat it was?’

Make no mistake, in the apocalypse, a large portion of the "fresh meat" available was human flesh. After all, human meat was far easier to obtain than pork or mutton.

While it was unlikely that Baling Country would serve its distinguished guests anything unsavory, she still wasn’t willing to try it. It was always better to be safe than sorry.

This was precisely why she had traveled all this way with a huge backpack on her shoulders.

Seeing that Lu Haoran had no intention of leaving, Chen Xing just stared at him.

"I had this batch specially prepared by Chef Wei of the National Capital Hotel. The flavor should be different from yours, so please, don’t be polite!" Lu Haoran said, ignoring the less-than-harmonious atmosphere as he placed the food containers on the table.

’He was clearly showing off—bragging that he had a personal chef, a famous one at that, traveling with him.’

"Thank you," Chen Xing said, not meaning it.

Lu Haoran was speechless.

’That’s it?’

’Shouldn’t she ask if I want to eat with her?’

Chen Xing didn’t eat, nor did she invite Lu Haoran to eat. She just kept staring at him.

’Why should I eat with a stranger? Especially one from the Lu Family?’

Lu Haoran felt helpless. He had been hoping to use Song Yiguo’s absence to get to know her and build some rapport.

Unexpectedly, this girl was even more cautious and harder to approach than he’d been led to believe.

"With Young Master Song out on business, will you be in danger here by yourself?" Lu Haoran asked, trying to make conversation.

When he arrived, the only person guarding the door was a man named Wang Wu, whose face was as stiff as a zombie’s.

Wang Wu was a High Level bodyguard for the Song Family. He and his two brothers, Wang San and Wang Si, were blood relatives, and they had two older brothers, Wang Er and Wang Da.

They usually stayed out of the public eye, only appearing when the Song Family traveled outside the Capital City.

This time, Wang Da and Wang Er hadn’t come along, presumably because they were on another assignment.

"No," Chen Xing replied flatly.

’She was starting to get impatient. It felt like her mealtime was being hijacked.’

Lu Haoran was at a loss for words.

’Chen Xing must be the ultimate conversation killer.’

He considered himself someone who could get along with anyone, yet he was completely helpless against her.

Just as he was about to give up on this chance to get closer and take his leave, a sudden noise came from outside the door.

"Something’s happened!" Lu Haoran said, instinctively stepping in front of Chen Xing to shield her.

Chen Xing stared blankly at the back of the man in front of her.

Seeing that the commotion outside wasn’t dying down, Lu Haoran turned back to Chen Xing and said, "Hide somewhere safe. I’m going to check it out!" With that, he went out.

The moment the door opened, a wave of force rushed in, shot past Lu Haoran, and aimed straight for Chen Xing’s chest.

It was an invisible force, unseen but palpable.

Chen Xing stood frozen in place, her icy gaze fixed on the doorway.

Before the force could reach Chen Xing, Meng Hu leaped up and absorbed the full brunt of it.

The impact pushed Meng Hu back a little, but it was completely unharmed.

Ever since its cruel master had punched it with the force of a car going over a hundred kilometers per hour, its resistance to attacks had clearly improved.

After steadying itself, it let out a roar and charged toward the door.

Outside, Wang Wu was locked in a fierce battle with a dozen men in black.

They were all superpower masters, fighting not with fists, feet, or guns, but with their superpowers.

One launched an icicle, another a bolt of lightning, scarring the walls all around them.

Even with his zombie-like face, after a while, a hint of tension became visible in his expression.

Lu Haoran kicked one of the men in black aside and roared, "Who dares to cause trouble at Young Master Song’s place?"

His kick was so powerful that the man slammed into a wall and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just then, Meng Hu reached the doorway and pounced on the men in black.

Wang Wu, who had been at a disadvantage, instantly regained the upper hand, his attacks against the men in black becoming much more fluid and effective.

Chen Xing, meanwhile, found a comfortable spot to watch, as if it had nothing to do with her.

Seeing they were outmatched, the men in black began to retreat one by one.

Wang Wu started to give chase, but Lu Haoran stopped him. "Don’t pursue them! Be careful you don’t fall for a trick to lure the tiger from the mountain!"

After persuading Wang Wu, he turned back to Chen Xing. "Are you alright?"

’She’d been sitting in the room the whole time. What could have happened to her?’

"I’m fine," Chen Xing said, looking at Lu Haoran expressionlessly.

’To be honest, she now strongly suspected that this group of men in black had been sent by Lu Haoran himself.’

’But it was just a thought; she had no proof.’

There was one thing she was sure of: those Superpower Users in black were Huaxia people.

Although they were covered up tightly, their eyes weren’t hidden, and they definitely weren’t Westerners.

’As for whether they were from a neighboring Eastern country...’

’The neighboring countries probably didn’t even know who she, Chen Xing, was. Would they really have a reason to send assassins after her?’

’Therefore... this group of men in black had to be from one of the other three of the Four Great Families, excluding the Song Family.’

’As for which family sent them...’

Chen Xing didn’t care to know right now. She just wanted to eat her meal in peace.

Lu Haoran knew that if he stayed any longer, it would be difficult to make any further progress with Chen Xing, so he had no choice but to take his leave.

The moment he was gone, Chen Xing eagerly picked up her bowl and chopsticks.

Of course, she didn’t take a single bite of the delicacies Lu Haoran had brought. Instead, she gave them to Wang Wu, who was standing guard at the door.

A flicker of life finally appeared on Wang Wu’s stiff face. "Thank you," he said gruffly.

He had been sent to protect Chen Xing before he’d had a chance to eat, and he was indeed starving.

Chen Xing told him to eat in the dining area and had Meng Hu stand guard at the door for a while. She herself went into the living room to fiddle with her phone.

She had posted a few mukbang videos, and their popularity had caught her by surprise.

To avoid the attention, she had simply deleted her account and all the videos.

’Being too recognizable wasn’t a good thing in the apocalypse.’

About ten minutes later, Meng Hu suddenly let out a low snarl by the door, and a warning message was transmitted directly to Chen Xing.

Wang Wu shot out of the room almost at the exact moment Meng Hu made the sound.

He had just reached the doorway when he heard a mournful sob. "SOB SOB... A monster attacked me! Help, help me..."

Wang Wu frowned, glanced at Situ Yuanyuan, who was collapsed on the floor and trembling, then looked awkwardly at Chen Xing.