Surviving in Apocalypse with Children

Wen Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes, annoyed at being woken up by this group of mischievous children.

 

She climbed out of bed and said, “Get dressed and go wash up.”

 

“Okay, Mom.” The five children got off the bed together and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

 

Wen Xiaoxiao walked to the boy’s bed wearing slippers. She lifted the blanket and asked, “How did you sleep last night?”

 

The little boy blinked his big eyes, looked at Wen Xiaoxiao, and then earnestly said, “It’s very comfortable and warm.”

 

Wen Xiaoxiao patted his head and said softly, “From now on, my sister will take care of you. You won’t be hungry or cold again.”

 

The little boy sat up on the bed. He stood up and threw himself into Wen Xiaoxiao’s arms, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

 

Perhaps because blood is thicker than water, the little boy couldn’t help but want to get close to Wen Xiaoxiao.

 

“Alright, stop crying. Later, when your little nephews and nieces see you, they’ll make fun of you.” Wen Xiaoxiao’s nose was sore, and she hastily comforted him.

 

“By the way, do you have a name?” Wen Xiaoxiao wiped away the tears on his face and asked.

 

The little boy shook his head and replied, “No, they all call me Little Feng, but I don’t have a formal name.”

 

Wen Xiaoxiao thought for a moment and said, “Then from now on, your name is Wen Runhan. How about we call you Xiaohan as a nickname?”

 

The little boy nodded and said, “Okay.”

 

“I have a name now, and it’s the same surname as my sister, Wen Runhan. That’s great.” Wen Runhan thought. His lips curled into a small smile, and his eyes bent into a crescent shape. Obviously, he was in a good mood.

 

At this moment, several children came out of the bathroom, shaking their heads and running over, “Mom, who is he?”

 

The children blinked their eyes and looked curiously at Wen Runhan.

 

“He? He’s your little uncle. Don’t forget to call him that!” Wen Xiaoxiao patted their little heads and said.

 

“Mom, what’s a little uncle (Xiaojiujiu)? Can we eat it?” Wen Xiao licked his lips, blinked his big, bright eyes, and looked at Wen Xiaoxiao with a silly expression, looking like a goofy character.

 

Wen Xiaoxiao rubbed her temples. How come her son was becoming more foolish? All he can think about is food. Is a little uncle something you can eat? How come he doesn’t know it?

 

Wen Runhan’s lips twitched noticeably. Can he be eaten?

 

He looked at himself and found nothing but skin and bones.

 

The other four children stifled their laughter, feeling that their brother was really silly. The third brother lied to him, and he believed it.

 

“As soon as Mom said that Wen Runhan is the little uncle, Third Brother Wen Yang leaned over to Fourth Brother’s ear and said that little uncle is something delicious, and he actually believed it.”

 

“Okay, stop messing around.” Wen Xiaoxiao initially thought that her son was really being silly, but it turned out he got tricked! But her son is not that smart either.

 

After the playful banter, Wen Xiaoxiao went to the bathroom to freshen up and change clothes.

 

Then it was Wen Runhan’s turn, since he didn’t have any clothes. When he went to the bathroom, Wen Xiaoxiao entered the space.

 

She found some suitable clothes for him and came out of the space.

 

Wen Xiaoxiao handed a set of clothes to Wen Mo and said, “Go and take these clothes to your little uncle.”

 

Wen Mo obediently took the clothes and went to the bathroom door, knocking and saying, “Uncle, I brought you clothes.”

 

Wen Runhan, who was taking a shower inside, heard this and opened the door slightly. He stretched his hand to take the clothes and then retreated back.

 

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“Oh my, that scared me.” Wen Xiaoxiao was startled and patted her chest. He startled her.

 

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Bo Yiliang blocking her way. She asked, “What are you doing here? You scared me.”