Lin Xiaotang touched his head and said so.

"Huhuhu..."

Huhu didn't understand what she was talking about.

He just stared at her blankly and kept calling.

Lin Xiaotang didn't understand at first why he kept calling.

In order to appease him, she also brought him a little tiger to play with.

But when she saw Huhu bite the tiger's ear into her mouth, she realized that the child was hungry.

In order to keep them full, Lin Xiaotang hurriedly ran into the kitchen, washed some milk powder with hot water, and fed it to Huhu and Awu.

Although she didn't know whether a newborn child could drink milk powder, he was mutated anyway, and it should be fine to eat some abnormal food.

Fortunately, Huhu and Awu have strong survivability, and there is no other reaction when they drink milk powder.

Moreover, compared to the irregularity of the food, Lin Xiaotang's more headache is another problem——

Their appetite is simply too great.

Especially Hu Hu, compared to ordinary babies, his appetite is very large.

He still screamed after drinking one bottle, and he didn't calm down until Lin Xiaotang fed him five or six bottles.

But feeding him is just the beginning.

As a newborn, Hu Hu was hungry very fast, and every two or three hours, he would start to cry and open his mouth to wait for a feeding.

Lin Xiaotang: "..."

Because of this, Lin Xiaotang hardly fell asleep in the first few days.

Huhu's frequent calls have made her used to getting up in the middle of the night to make milk powder for hungry children and kittens.

In addition to feeding, changing diapers and bathing the baby is also a hassle.

Even though Huhu can be regarded as a very well-behaved child, Lin Xiaotang feels a little hard to take care of him.

Not to mention, in addition to raising children, she has a lot to do.

Therefore, she had to find a way to give herself more free time.

Confused, Lin Xiaotang turned around and set his eyes on the dumb zombies outside the door.

Soon, a bold idea appeared in her mind——

Since they can follow her instructions, it shouldn't be difficult for them to raise children, right?

With this in mind, she carefully selected a few flexible and smart zombies among the zombie brothers and asked them to take care of the children.

Anyway, Huhu is the same as them, and she is not worried that they will eat him.

"Ho ho."

"Hoohoo."

"Ho ho..."

Under her strict training, these zombies also learned very quickly.

It may be that there is a special language communication between them and Huhu. Whether Huhu is hungry, urinating, or wants to go out to play, they can quickly understand and respond accordingly.

Of course, there are some relatively complicated situations that cannot be done, and Lin Xiaotang is still needed.

But even so, Lin Xiaotang felt lightness all over...

Being a mother is really not easy.

After the most difficult period, Lin Xiaotang gradually became accustomed to taking turns taking care of the children with the zombies.

She also started to have free time so she could go out and do her own thing.

And the most important of them is to search for new materials.

Because of Huhu and Awu's big appetites, the dozen or so cans of milk powder she originally bought were soon reduced by more than half.

In order to fill their stomachs, it was time for her to go out and bring back some milk powder.

Moreover, apart from this, Lin Xiaotang also wanted to take the zombie brother to a nearby university for a spin.

Perhaps it was because he saw the particularity of Huhu, or perhaps because he discovered the special connection between zombies, Lin Xiaotang became more and more curious about the species of zombies.

A few days later, she still hasn't given up on her zombie research project.

Many universities have very complete experimental equipment and environments.

She wanted to try to find some experimental machinery and let her do some experiments.

...

"Teacher, what should we do, should we escape or just stay here?"

In the underground research institute of a university in City B, a young woman in a white coat asked absentmindedly.

She is a graduate student in the medical department of this university. On weekdays, she has been doing projects in the laboratory with her mentor.

Since the end of the world, in order to avoid the zombies outside, she, her teacher, and some other professors hid in the underground research institute with food and water.

The security here is very high, staying inside, they will not be hurt by the zombies.

In the following time, they have also been working hard to send messages to the outside world for help.

But the external situation is chaotic, a country cannot become a country or a family, and people are still too busy to take care of themselves, how can there be redundant manpower to save them?

These researchers have been in the basement for more than half a month. They are almost finished with food and almost drinking water.

Several old professors even developed fever of unknown cause.

What should they do?

Are they going to starve to death here?

Thinking of this, the woman felt so sad in her heart that she almost burst into tears.

"Is there still no response to the distress message we sent?"

Opposite the female student, sat an old professor with a pale face and blue lips.

Maybe it was because he hadn't had water for a long time, his voice was hoarse, and it sounded jerky: "Where's the government, did they see our distress message?"

"No, none at all..."

The girl covered her face and shook her head sadly.

She dared not tell the teacher, in fact, dozens of messages she sent were marked as "read".