The End of the World Base Master (5): 

Early in the morning, Gu Juntian dug a frozen chicken out of his family’s ice cellar and set it in the kitchen to thaw.

At noon, he planned to make spicy chicken stew.

The body’s original owner could cook, but was very slow—just cutting vegetables took half the day.

He was different.

He picked up the knife, chopped the chicken into small pieces in just a few strokes, then skillfully heated oil in the wok…

The base grew plenty of potatoes, had greenhouses for mushrooms, and even planted chili peppers. All the ingredients for the stew were available, so Gu Juntian made a pot of chicken that was rich in color, aroma, and taste.

After that, he also made smashed cucumbers and scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Three dishes—already a feast in the apocalypse. Gu Juntian packed them into several glass containers and set out to find Zhou Qinghao.

The original owner rarely went out, but since he was Gu Chengming’s son and looked a lot like him, most people at the base recognized him.

When he said he was looking for Zhou Qinghao, he was quickly led to him.

“Why did you come?” Zhou Qinghao asked.

Gu Juntian smiled: “Didn’t I say from now on you’ll eat with my family? I came to bring you food.”

That had indeed been said, but Zhou hadn’t moved into the Gu household yet, nor had he given Gu Juntian supplies or work points. And still Gu Juntian was bringing him food?

Gu Juntian really was being overly attentive.

As Zhou thought this, Gu Juntian had already opened the containers.

The dishes were simple home cooking, but beautifully prepared. The chicken stew alone was appetizing to look at.

Zhou Qinghao had always thought of himself as someone who didn’t care much about food, but at that moment, he realized he had been wrong.

He really wanted to eat Gu Juntian’s cooking.

“Qinghao, I brought enough for two people. Let’s eat together?” Gu Juntian said.

When Zhou heard him call him “Qinghao” so directly, he confirmed his earlier suspicion.

Gu Juntian was trying to seduce him, looking for a protector.

And he was willing.

Zhou Qinghao said: “Then let’s eat together.”

The two of them enjoyed a warm meal. Afterward, Gu Juntian said: “Qinghao, later I’ll bring you dinner. After you eat, I’ll help you move your things.”

“Alright,” Zhou agreed.

Gu Juntian hadn’t shown much concern over his father’s injury, instead rushing to kick out his ex-boyfriend and cozy up to him. His character wasn’t great.

But Zhou still liked him.

Since he liked him, he wouldn’t let go.

All Gu Juntian wanted was a good life, and Zhou could give him one.

“See you tonight.” Gu Juntian reached out and shook Zhou’s hand.

With Zhou’s strength, he could have easily avoided it, but he didn’t.

Gu Juntian grinned. That was proof Zhou also had some feelings for him!

Cheerfully, Gu Juntian returned home, where he saw his father sweating and puffing while eating the chicken stew.

The dish wasn’t very spicy, but Father Gu couldn’t handle spice well.

“Why did you make it so spicy?” Father Gu complained.

“Dad, if you think it’s too spicy, you don’t have to eat it,” Gu Juntian said helplessly, using his mental power at the same time to smooth out the energy in his father’s body.

Father Gu was diligent. At this point, he had already become a level-two ability user. At this pace, by tomorrow he could reach level three.

“Even though it’s spicy, it’s satisfying,” Father Gu said.

It was rare to eat spicy food, so he still enjoyed it, even eating an extra bowl of rice.

After eating, Father Gu continued cultivating and said: “Juntian, tonight, sleep with me.”

Gu Juntian was speechless: “Dad, just sleep properly at night, don’t cultivate anymore!”

Father Gu clearly wasn’t seeking father-son bonding, but wanted help cultivating.

“Losing one night of sleep occasionally is fine,” Father Gu said.

“Maybe for you. But I’m just an ordinary person. If I lose a night of sleep, I’ll feel terrible.”

In the end, Father Gu cared for his son. Hearing this, he didn’t press the matter further.

Forget it, he would cultivate alone, even if it was slower.

That afternoon, Gu Juntian took a large piece of frozen pork belly from the cellar.

It weighed about four jin. He used three jin to make braised pork, and the remaining jin to make twice-cooked pork with yardlong beans and chilies.

At lunch, he had noticed Zhou Qinghao even ate the chilies from the chicken stew—clearly someone who liked spicy food.

Because of that, he also added green chilies when stir-frying eggplant.

As for his father, who didn’t like spice—wasn’t there braised pork? Plus his mother’s pickled vegetables. He could make do.

After all, his father had raised a son who cared more about his lover than him.

Father Gu: “…” Ever since his son awakened special abilities, he had been treating him with less and less respect!

But having once suspected his son, now he no longer did.

This was definitely his own flesh and blood!

The twice-cooked pork was too spicy for Father Gu, so Mother Gu, who liked spicy food, ate it instead.

The eggplant dish wasn’t too spicy, and with braised pork and eggplant, Father Gu ended up eating three bowls of rice, even mixing the braised pork sauce into his rice until the bowl was spotless.

Afterward, he asked Mother Gu to boil some potatoes for later, since he knew he’d be hungry after cultivating at night.

Ability users always had big appetites, and wounded ones who kept training had even bigger ones.

So, when Zhou Qinghao arrived at the Gu household with Gu Juntian carrying loads of his belongings, they saw Mother Gu bringing out a huge bowl of boiled potatoes.

“Madam Gu, what’s this?” Zhou asked curiously.

Mother Gu casually replied: “Oh, this? It’s for Juntian’s father.”

Zhou Qinghao: “…”

The base had a fertilizer factory, so food production wasn’t low, but making sure everyone ate well was impossible.

To boost yield, they planted lots of potatoes, which made them cheap.

Gu Juntian gave him meat and rice, while giving Gu Chengming potatoes. Wasn’t that a bit unfair?

Zhou almost felt sorry for Gu Chengming. Thinking of how he hadn’t visited him yet, he said: “Madam Gu, let me go with you to see Mr. Gu.”

She glanced at her son, busy moving things, then led Zhou upstairs.

Although she had once been close with Zhen Jiayun, she had to admit Zhou Qinghao was far more capable.

Now that her son liked Zhou, she treated him warmly, smiling brightly.

Noticing this, Zhou became more certain of Gu Juntian’s affection for him.

Gu Chengming already knew Zhou had come to the house.

He lay in bed pretending to be weak, planning to test him.

But in Zhou’s eyes, he only saw sympathy.

After some probing, Gu Chengming confirmed Zhou bore him no malice, but that very sympathy made him uncomfortable.

He had to train hard, recover his powers soon, and amaze Zhou!

“Juntian!” Father Gu started calling for his son again. Even if he couldn’t accompany him at night, at least before bedtime he could help him cultivate!

Gu Juntian replied: “Dad, I’m busy. If you need something, ask Mom.” Zhou had just moved in, and he had to help set up his room!

Besides, there was no need for his father to rush cultivation so much.

The H City safe zone was secure during the day, and Father and Mother Gu wouldn’t be in danger.

At night… now that Zhou had moved in, who would dare cause trouble?

His father could just take it slow.

After all, the whole reason he had invited Zhou to move in was that his father was injured and needed protection. If his father recovered too quickly, what if Zhou left?

Of course, Father Gu didn’t actually call Mother Gu—he didn’t need anything.

His injuries no longer affected him. He was already lively again and needed no care.

Zhou Qinghao, watching all this unfold: “…” Gu Chengming was rather pitiful.

His son was truly pragmatic. And yet, why did Zhou still like him?

If he himself were injured one day, would he also be abandoned?

Most likely. This was the apocalypse—he couldn’t expect Gu Juntian to support him.

So while he was still one of the strongest, he had better enjoy life early.

Zhou planned that after Gu Juntian finished helping him move, he would invite him to live together.

Zhou didn’t have too much stuff, but not too little either.

After a few trips, Gu Juntian finished moving everything.

At the same time, he was already thinking about suggesting he stay the night.

He could sense Zhou liked him. Maybe tonight, something would really happen.