It turned out that she still had some self-awareness. In a post-apocalyptic world, she still wanted to be a princess. Besides my foolish son, who would indulge her?

She suppressed her nausea and picked up the jerky. As soon as her lips touched it, she immediately vomited uncontrollably, as if she had swallowed poison.

Fang Ziyi became anxious and protected her, shouting at me, "Mom, are you targeting Youyou? What exactly can't you stand about her? If you have any dissatisfaction, come at me! Youyou said she doesn't like jerky, but you insist on forcing her to eat it!"

Looking at my son's angry and distorted face, my heart turned cold.

I poured so much effort into this base. After the virus outbreak, I almost got bitten by zombies several times while trying to bring him to the base. It seemed like he had forgotten all that, and it was nothing compared to the importance of the little white flower he brought back.

The little white flower weakly tugged at him and sobbed, "I can go a while without eating, don't argue with Auntie because of me."

Fang Ziyi gently stroked her head, looking at me with eyes full of animosity.

"Tonight, I'll give you all the dinner to eat."

I pretended not to hear and let him starve if he wanted to. If he was willing to die for this woman, I didn't care anymore.

I really suspect that on this trip, Fang Ziyi's brain was eaten by zombies.

In the base, there is a rule that everyone must participate in labor in order to receive food.

Cleaning up the surrounding zombies and searching for food and medicine outside is the most difficult and dangerous job, but it yields the most food, including canned meat.

In the base, clearing weeds and planting vegetables is a relatively easy and safe job, but it yields less food, although it can still fill one's stomach.

In short, in the post-apocalyptic world, useless idlers cannot be supported.

But the little white flower wants to be special!

While others go out to clear zombies, the little white flower sleeps until the sun scorches her butt before slowly getting up. After washing up, she even wants to take a bath. When she was refused, she bit her lip, looking extremely aggrieved, as if others owed her something.

The task assigned to her is also the simplest, just pulling up weeds.

The little white flower still dawdles around, only pulling out a few weeds. She complains that her hands hurt and the sun is too hot.

Everyone in the base is dumbfounded. It's as if a respected Bodhisattva has returned and must be worshipped!

She came to me with red eyes and pleaded, "Auntie, I'm too weak. My shoulders are sore. Can you give me a different task?"

Crying and sobbing, she truly looks like I've abused her.

I shrugged my shoulders and asked her coldly, "Then what can you do?"

The little white flower stuttered for a while. She can't do anything. Eventually, she said, "I use this hand to play the piano. I can't do heavy work with it."

"There's no piano here for you to play. Loud noises will only attract zombies. If you can't finish your assigned task, save your lunch for dinner."

The little white flower lifted her teary eyes and asked me, "Auntie, do you hate me? You don't like me being with Ziyi. I can leave if you want..."

That's really a huge accusation, leaving me with no way to argue.

"I'm not targeting you. Everyone in the base has to work. It's the rule," I explained to her as calmly as possible.

The little white flower responded indifferently, "Oh," and reluctantly went back to pulling weeds.

Song Liang, the military doctor in the base, overheard our conversation. His tall figure emerged from the shade of a tree, and he said in a deep voice, "The girl has just experienced the apocalypse. She's proud and arrogant. Don't take it to heart. It's not worth hurting yourself over it."

Listening to his comforting voice, I just smiled and said, "I'm almost forty years old. Why would I argue with a newly adult child?"

Is she really proud and arrogant?

Thiscontinuation seems to suggest that the protagonist, referred to as "Auntie," has some resentment towards the little white flower, also known as Youyou. Auntie perceives Youyou as a burden and feels that she is not contributing enough to the survival of the group in the post-apocalyptic world. Auntie believes that everyone in the base must participate in labor to earn their share of food, and she sees Youyou's behavior as lazy and entitled.

On the other hand, Fang Ziyi, Auntie's son, defends Youyou and confronts his mother, accusing her of targeting Youyou and expressing his disapproval of her treatment towards her. Fang Ziyi's loyalty towards Youyou seems to outweigh his loyalty to his mother, causing a strain in their relationship.

Despite the tension, Youyou shows some self-awareness and tries to ease the conflict, suggesting that she can go without food for a while and not to argue because of her. However, Fang Ziyi insists on sharing his dinner with her, further escalating the situation.

The narrative portrays Auntie's growing indifference towards her son's choices and her resentment towards Youyou. She believes that Fang Ziyi's priorities have shifted, and his infatuation with Youyou blinds him to the sacrifices she has made for him.

The passage ends with Auntie contemplating the accusations made by Youyou, feeling unable to argue against them. However, Song Liang, a military doctor in the base, offers some perspective, suggesting that Youyou's behavior might be a result of her recent traumatic experiences during the apocalypse.

It is unclear what happens next in the story, but the conflict between Auntie, Fang Ziyi, and Youyou is likely to continue, with tensions running high due to differing priorities and the challenges of survival in a post-apocalyptic world.