In the End of the World, I Am Bound to the Cub-Raising System. My Mother-In-Law Is Anxious.

My mother-in-law and my husband teamed up to push me into the corpse tide as bait, but I survived and was bound to a god-level cub-raising system. My mother-in-law, who once called me a "chicken that doesn't lay eggs," is now holding my thigh and crying: "Good daughter-in-law, give me another fruit from that sunflower, mom is starving to death!" I touched the vines around me that could strangulate zombies with my backhand, and smiled lightly: "Mom, didn't you say all my babies were waste?"