"Thank you, Grandpa. Today's meal is so fresh, Tangtang really likes it!"
Fan Tangtang sat happily on a small stool, tearing at the "food" in his hand with small bites.
Clearly a very gory task, yet it seemed very ordinary.
Just like an ordinary child eating a meal or drinking water.
The old zombie stood expressionlessly to the side, eyes vacant, showing no reaction to Fan Tangtang's praise.
Fan Tangtang, just a small bundle, had a huge appetite, and consumed all the "food" the old zombie brought back.
"Grandpa, Tangtang is thirsty. Could you please get me a bottle of water?"
Fan Tangtang carefully wiped the blood stains from his mouth, looking eagerly at the old zombie.
The old zombie's vacant face showed no response, yet its body moved.
With stiff fingers barely bending, it shakily set a bottle of water in front of Fan Tangtang.
"Thank you, Grandpa!"
Fan Tangtang's childish voice was very polite as he smiled at the old zombie.
