Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies-Chapter 186 - The color of the pants

Chapter 186: The color of the pants

Chapter 186: The color of the pants

Even though Lin Murong really, really wanted to,

Su Yinhe was exceptionally cold and ruthless today, and she resolved to make him eat plain steamed buns with a hint of braised chicken flavor.

If there were no pork steamed buns, plain steamed buns also tasted good, but everything is relative. It was the same with steamed buns.

In his heart, even the best-made plain steamed bun couldn’t compare to an average pork steamed bun.

Lin Murong turned his sorrow and anger into appetite and chomped down ten steamed buns.

Su Yinhe: “Impressive, truly indomitable, you really can eat.”

“Not bad, not bad.” Lin Murong was somewhat proud.

“You really have a good appetite.”

“Oh, come on, I exercise a lot. The more you exercise, the more you eat. Look at you—you only ate this much. A single pork steamed bun, and you’ve digested it in no time. What will you do when you’re hungry later?”

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Su Yinhe: “I won’t be hungry.”

One pork steamed bun was already enough.

Such a big steamed bun, too.

“Why aren’t you hungry? Is your stomach not feeling well?” Galaxy was the person he had seen who ate the least.

Everyone else was hell-bent on eating, appearing as if they would burst their bellies.

He wasn’t sure if it was fortunate or unfortunate, but both individuals close to him ate very little.

Wuwuwu…

He could only rely on his space to randomly snack—when hungry, he would just grab something from the space to eat.

It’s infuriating.

He also wanted a space. Space, space, where was his space hiding? Was it avoiding him?

Space, space, where oh where is my lovely space?

“Thank you, my stomach is fine. It’s just that I eat less.”

Besides, she had her space and could grab snacks when hungry.

What was there to fear?

“Really?” Lin Murong looked doubtful. “Let me feel…”

“Get lost.”

“Oh.”

It was breakfast again in Lin Murong’s room, and afterward, the room was filled with the aroma of pork steamed buns.

After finishing the steamed buns, Lin Murong breathed in deeply.

With a big inhale, it was as if he had taken a bite of a pork steamed bun.

When he was eating the steamed buns, he also tried to deceive his taste buds with the smell of the pork buns.

But it had failed.

Especially under the fragrance of the pork buns, the steamed buns became even harder to swallow.

Their breakfast was interrupted three times by knocks on the room door.

With each knock, several soft or coquettish voices called out to them.

Though it had only been a few days, they had apparently become accustomed to it, naturally acting as if they hadn’t heard anything.

Unaffected in the slightest.

“I feel like I’ve degraded,” Lin Murong mused.

“Yes,” Su Yinhe nodded.

“That’s not right, at this moment, shouldn’t you say that my feeling is wrong, that I haven’t degraded?” Lin Murong looked at her. “And if I’ve degraded, it means you all have too. You actually admit it…”

Su Yinhe nodded, “I really have degraded.” In the past two days, seeing beautiful women until she was dizzy. Although she wasn’t a man, she enjoyed looking at their figures.

They were attractive.

Not too skinny or too fat, just the right figure, very tempting—she liked it a lot.

“How can you be like this, not ashamed but proud?”

“What else?” Su Yinhe retorted.

She was an honest person after all.

Degraded is degraded, she was just degraded.

And she was planning to take another look today.

Their clothes, although plentiful, weren’t the same every day.

Aside from being overly revealing, there was really nothing wrong with the clothing.

Lin Murong fell silent.

Because he suddenly remembered, Su Yinhe was a woman, her looking at other women wasn’t the same as him looking at them.

She could watch openly, while he didn’t even dare to look.

At that moment, he cursed his misfortune for being born the wrong gender.

Or, as Galaxy suggested, why not become a male model…

No no no, never mind, forget it, the thought of being a male model terrified him.

He feared getting a stye.

He still couldn’t bring himself to look.

Wuwuwu.

It was yet another day of despising his own gender.

After breakfast, they went out for another wander.

Along the way, a minor incident occurred.

As they were opening the door, a woman was about to knock, and she ended up knocking on Murong’s pectoral muscle instead.

Murong: “!!!”

Murong’s face turned beet red.

The woman also fell into Murong’s arms in the process. Without thinking, Murong pushed her away and ran off, scrambling and tumbling as he went.

When the woman fell to the ground, her face was a picture of astonishment.

To think there was such a man here, damn, he actually pushed her, pushed her!

Was she not beautiful enough?

Was her makeup smeared?

Damn.

If only she knew, she would have switched to these cheap cosmetics.

Although the makeup Wang Xiaoliu made was damn expensive, a lipstick tube cost her half a month’s rations, its quality was good, the color was pretty, and it could last her for several months. If she was lucky, upon meeting a ‘fat sheep,’ she could earn three months’ worth of rations in one go.

Like last time, one customer’s payment was enough for five months’ worth of rations.

Her patron was incredibly generous.

Admittedly, it was a bit cruel.

But, it was enough to feed her for five months.

After paying her dues, she even had a surplus of two months’ worth.

Unfortunately, ‘fat sheep’ were a rare breed.

Todays catch was… utterly detestable.

In the early morning, when men were most raucous, he actually pushed away a beauty like her.

She seriously doubted his capabilities.

After Murong pushed her away, the woman was somewhat dazed.

So much so that she didn’t even notice Su Yinhe and Chi Yan when they came out after.

After thinking it over for a while, she got up, checked her reflection in the mirror, and despite her makeup being slightly smeared, she still looked beautiful. Confirmed, it was definitely that man’s fault.

Su Yinhe was sometimes curious, these women who knocked on their door every day were all different. She wondered what kind of partnership this hotel has entered into.

So many women, and not one repeat visitor.

Murong hadn’t run far, Su Yinhe and Chi Yan saw him as soon as they stepped out.

He was squatting and shivering.

Seeing Su Yinhe, he immediately clung to her thighs.

“Wuwuwu… it’s so scary, I’m so afraid, I’m dirty again.” He wasn’t very clean to begin with, and coming here made it worse.

Su Yinhe squatted down a bit, patting his head, “It’s okay. You’ll get used to it. It will only get dirtier from here on.”

Murong looked up, then cried out even louder with a “waah”.

“You’re cold, heartless, how can you be like this?”

Su Yinhe: “What else do you expect me to do? Give you a scrub? It was just a hug, what if some woman forces herself on you…”

“No way, absolutely not. Then I’d be thoroughly unclean.” Murong let go of Su Yinhe’s thighs and hugged himself.

Seizing the chance, Su Yinhe moved to the side, seeking refuge beside Chi Yan.

Murong dared to hold her thighs, but he wouldn’t dare to hold Chi Yan’s.

Even if he did dare, Chi Yan would kick him away.

Even if Chi Yan didn’t kick him, Murong would be hugging Chi Yan.

That meant she was safe.

Murong cried for a while, then stopped. His throat hurt.

He thought about it, with his prowess, no woman should be able to do… that to him.

Murong intended to continue hugging thighs, but as he was about to hug, he realized the color of the pants was different.

Those were Chi Yan’s pants.

The normally squatting Murong suddenly stood up.