C2 Wild Vegetable Porridge

Every now and then, she’d bump her head or run into the mean old lady. She thought for a moment, "I'm barely holding on myself, but it's rare to meet another living soul. I'll see if I can find something for you to eat."

Even though Gu Fanjin felt a pang of guilt, the apocalypse had numbed her somewhat. She was struggling to survive, let alone take care of these two kids.

Gu Momo and her brother didn’t quite grasp what their sister meant, but they understood the last part.

"Sis, you just woke up, so don’t go out. We still have some wild greens at home. I’ll make some soup, and tomorrow I’ll take Junjun to the hills to gather more."

"The hills?"

After about fifteen minutes, Gu Fanjin finally understood. She looked at her reflection in the water barrel and saw the face of a clearly malnourished girl of about thirteen or fourteen. Her hair was a bit yellowed, and while her features were delicate, she was so thin it seemed a strong wind could knock her over.

Gu Fanjin still found it hard to believe—was she really in the past now? The past! A time without zombies!

Does this mean she no longer has to live in constant fear? No more waking up to see zombies? No more worrying if she’d live to see another sunrise?

Gu Yanjun looked up with his small face full of confusion at his second sister. "Is big sis losing it?"

Otherwise, why would she be on the verge of tears one moment and smiling the next, muttering things they couldn’t quite hear?

Even Gu Momo, who was three years older than him, couldn’t figure it out. She held her brother’s hand, standing outside the kitchen, worriedly watching their big sister, who had been standing by the water barrel for quite some time.

Just as the siblings were at a loss, they saw their big sister emerge from the kitchen.

"Big sis, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, really."

Gu Fanjin used her gentlest voice to reassure the two little ones. After all, she had survived the apocalypse. What was a little time travel compared to that? Now she could look forward to peaceful days without violence—a dream come true.

Thinking about it, she knew that, according to the novels, the next step would be to absorb the original owner's memories. She was ready, gently closing her eyes, prepared to receive the rush of memories.

But after a moment, her mind was still blank. Gu Fanjin frowned—where were the promised memories?

Looking down, she saw two kids staring at her in confusion. Gu Fanjin gave an awkward smile. Oh well, no memories, no problem!

"Big sis, you and Junjun sit for a bit. I'll make some wild vegetable soup."

Soon, Gu Fanjin watched as the little girl, not even ten years old, skillfully washed the wild vegetables, not even discarding the roots. She used a ladle bigger than her face to scoop water into the pot, then added the vegetables.

She then sat by the stove, lighting a fire with practiced ease, as if she'd done it countless times before.

"Big sis, eat it while it's hot."

Gu Momo handed Gu Fanjin the bowl with the most vegetables, while she and Junjun had bowls of plain broth. Although Gu Fanjin had survived an apocalypse, she'd never eaten anything like this. It wasn't much better than dishwater.

Seeing the hopeful eyes of the two little ones, Gu Fanjin picked up her bowl and took a sip. As expected, it was sour and bitter, with an indescribable aftertaste.