It was already seven days after the appearance of the mutated mosquitoes but the situation was not getting any better. The whole city was like a ghost town and nobody could be seen on the streets.
“Mom, I’m very hungry!” A fat kid of about five years old said pitifully.
“Be good, my little Yu, and wait a little longer as it is not dinner time yet!” Yu’s mom responded.
“But I didn’t eat any rice during lunch! I’m so hungry that my stomach hurts!” The little boy, Yu, said bitterly while he was playing with his remote-control car which had now run out of battery.
The eyes of little Yu’s mom turned red and she looked at Huang Wei. He sighed and nodded saying, “alright, go cook then. We’ll sleep earlier tonight.”
“Oh! Finally, I can eat!” Little Yu threw the remote-control car aside and jumped for joy.