There are little zombies at home

After resting for an afternoon, when Zhong Jing woke up, he saw the little zombie sitting at the end of the bed, holding a few sharpened bamboo sticks in his hand, bowing his waist, not knowing what he was busy with.

Zhong Jing was curious, and crawled along the bed behind the little zombie, only to see him jump up suddenly, and excitedly shouted in his mother tongue, "Ho Ho Ho Ho!"

"What are you doing?" Zhong Jing couldn't understand what he said, so he could only ask in a deep voice.

"Roar?!" The little zombie turned back to Zhong Jing in surprise, apparently not expecting that Zhong Jing had woken up, and carefully hid the hands holding the two bamboo sticks behind his back.

"Well, I can't know?" Zhong Jing raised his eyebrows, not letting go of his small movements.

"No, no." The little zombie opened his mouth slightly and shook his head as innocently as possible, "I didn't hide anything secretly."

Hearing his serious appearance, Zhong Jing still didn't have the heart to expose it, so he could only suppress his smile and nod, "Well, I didn't see that you were hiding anything at all."

The little zombie's eyes lit up, he really thought he had tricked Zhong Jing, and wanted to move to the other side with small steps, but his eyes were locked on the bottom of the bed near Zhong Jing.

"What are you looking at?" Zhong Jing looked down at the bottom of the bed following him suspiciously, but a bamboo stick flew over one step faster and stuck into the wooden board.

"Ah! I caught another 'little cutie'!" The little zombie trotted over and squatted halfway, and pulled out the bamboo stick vigorously, only to see a cockroach stabbed firmly on it.

Zhong Jing was stunned, and glanced at the bamboo sticks that the little zombie had forgotten to hide. Sure enough, there were cockroaches stuck on each stick, and some were even struggling with their little wings flapping.

"Stand over." Zhong Jing calmly pointed to the corner.

The little zombie came to his senses and realized that he had been exposed, so he walked to the corner of the room pitifully, stepping back and forth and standing there for punishment.

Zhong Jinghuan sat on the edge of the bed with folded arms, and asked seriously, "Have you been catching cockroaches all afternoon?"

"Ang!" The little zombie nodded honestly, and was also very excited when it came to cockroaches, "Jing, the cockroaches here are so powerful that they can even fly!"

"Throw them away now, and come back after washing your hands." Zhong Jing sighed, imagining the flying cockroaches, feeling inexplicably disgusted, "Cockroaches are pests, and they are unhygienic. Don't catch them again in the future."

"Hmm..." The little zombie pursed his lips, tried to weigh for a moment, and threw all the bamboo sticks out of the wooden house, and then went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

And Zhong Jing looked around for a while, but still had some headaches, the cabin didn't have any windows to block mosquitoes at all, so what to do at night.

After washing and dressing up, the camera also came to the wooden house.

"I remember that the next task should be to cook a local special meal?" Zhong Jing asked the camera while wiping the little zombie with mosquito repellent.

The camera also seemed to think of something, and instead of answering immediately, he ran out of the house in a hurry.

"Ah Jing, look." The little zombie didn't pay attention to where the camera went, but poked Zhong Jing with his little black hand, letting him see the little mosquito that flew onto his arm, "Color water has no effect on mosquitoes!"

Zhong Jing paused, carefully watching the mosquito land on the little zombie, and within a moment, he saw it staggeringly landed on the ground, without a trace of life.

"Mosquitoes have no effect on you." Zhong Jing responded, raising his hand and knocking on the little zombie's head, "You know it can't suck your blood, so what do you want me to do for you?"

"Because the toilet water is fragrant!" The little zombie sniffed his arm fascinatedly, and said seriously: "We zombies like scent the most, and I want to be a purchasing agent for my zombie fans!"

"A purchasing agent?" Zhong Jing asked casually.

"That's right, just burn it to them!" The little zombie clapped his hands.

Zhong Jing: "..."

After about a few minutes, the camera who went out came back with a few cards.

"There are a total of five dishes here, and you will draw one to make, and bring it to the gathering place for a shared dinner before six o'clock." The camera held up five cards with exactly the same pattern on the back.

"You smoke it." Zhong Jing pushed the little zombie, remembering that they had to record a food video during their trip, so he stood up and went to the back to search for the camera.

The little zombie took the latest one casually, opened it and looked at it, and it turned out to be a big dish - seafood hot and sour soup.

"It looks delicious." The little zombie swallowed, and saw the tomatoes floating on the soup noodles in the picture.

"Wow, Xiao Zang, you have to work hard." The camera leaned over to take a close-up of the picture, encouraging the little zombie along the way.

"Okay!" The little zombie clenched his fist at the camera, and then he heard Zhong Jing's greeting, and ran over in a hurry.

Although there is no kitchen in the cabin provided by the program group, there are only a few waste stoves piled up with waste stones, but it is not difficult for Zhong Jing who grew up in the countryside.

The camera crew never thought that the star would have such a strong hands-on ability. Seeing Zhong Jing going back and forth to pick up firewood with bricks, he finally made two burning clay stoves, and almost piled up the cameras in front of him.

The little zombie was sitting not far away, with a banana leaf under his buttocks, holding his face in his hands, and following Zhong Jing's figure with sparkling little black eyes.

"Xiao Zang, can you talk about your views on Zhong Jing?" The camera sat beside him, and simply gave him a small interview.

"Ah Jing, he is a very kind person." The little zombie replied seriously, "He has been gentle since he was a child, and he is always soft-hearted."

"Since childhood?" The camera was stunned, "Have you known each other for a long time?"

"Ah?" The little zombie suddenly came back to his senses. He seemed a little surprised by the camera problem, but he was even more shocked by what he said just now.

The camera saw him in a trance, thinking that he didn't want to mention the past, and thinking of the ambiguous relationship between the two, he simply kept silent and turned the camera to Zhong Jing.

But the little zombie touched his head uneasily, and whispered in a low voice: "Ah Jing when I was a child? Did we know each other?"

Without giving the little zombie time to think, Zhong Jing had already heated up the pot, walked up to him in a few steps, half-bent down and snapped his fingers in front of him, "What are you thinking about?"

"Miss you." The little zombie replied subconsciously, raised his eyes to see Zhong Jing's face, and immediately stood up nervously, blushing and trying to escape, "Okay, so scary."

Zhong Jing slipped his back collar with his hands behind his back. Seeing that there was a camera next to him, he simply pulled him into his arms and said in a low voice, "How can I be scary? Besides, you are not human!"

"Hmm." The little zombie pursed his mouth, felt his cheeks were hot, and shrank his head unwilling to be close to Zhong Jing, "Ah Jing, I'm sick, I feel my whole body is hot, it's so uncomfortable!"

"Hot?" Zhong Jing stretched out his hand to touch his face in confusion.

"It's over." After the little zombie finished speaking, a puff of thin smoke suddenly appeared above his head, "Look at me, it's broken."

The author has something to say: I will go to the community square dance competition tonight as a public judge, so it is very short, I will add another thousand tomorrow, good night~