Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies-Chapter 206 - Fried dough sticks with soy milk

Chapter 206: Fried dough sticks with soy milk

Chapter 206: Fried dough sticks with soy milk

“Celebrating?” Su Yinhe nodded thoughtfully, “Then we’re celebrating our friendship.”

“Aha?” What? Weird.

Even though he was a bit confused, with so many dishes on the table, how could Lin Murong resist? He immediately turned into a whirlwind.

Sweeping all the dishes clean.

Every time he cleared a plate, he would specifically ask Su Yinhe if she wanted more.

After getting Su Yinhe’s negative response, he continued his rampage.

Su Yinhe was full and just watching him eat made her feel stuffed.

“So delicious, so delicious. Galaxy, from now on you are my—”

“Dishwasher.” Su Yinhe said blankly, spitting out two words.

Lin Murong: “???”

“Why are you so cold and unfeeling? You were just happy a moment ago.” Lin Murong was utterly baffled as her tone suddenly changed.

Women are unfathomable indeed.

“Really? I think not. Hurry up and wash the dishes, you’re the one who ate it all.”

She had only eaten a little bit.

It was only reasonable for the person who ate the most to wash the dishes.

After assigning the daunting task of washing dishes to him, Su Yinhe left to catch up on a drama.

What to do.

She still couldn’t remember what she was supposed to do originally.

What was going on? She was still young, how could her memory be failing?

Su Yinhe was a bit scared.

Could she have caught something…

Kind of terrifying.

She was starting to get scared.

She’d watch a drama to calm her nerves.

With that, Su Yinhe left, leaving Lin Murong staring at a pile of empty plates, still utterly baffled.

He was really baffled.

Bewildered Lin Murong remained puzzled for a long time, but still couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

He couldn’t but continue baffledly washing the dishes.

The more he washed, the more confused he became.

So after he finished the dishes, he ran off to find Chi Yan.

Chi Yan was smart.

Chi Yan had a smart brain, maybe he could figure it out.

Chi Yan listened to him in silence, then threw a punch that sent him out the door.

Lin Murong: “Hey, hey, hey, why are you treating me like this?” His life mattered too.

“Behave properly. Don’t think too much.” Chi Yan “snapped” shut the door.

Lin Murong: “???”

What the? What the?

What was Chi Yan talking about?

Was that even human language?

Felt like he just spouted nonsense.

Never mind, back to washing dishes.

Although he had already washed them, he could wash them again.

He was starting to like washing dishes more and more; doing so somehow made him feel better.

What was the principle behind that?

Lin Murong pondered it all day but still couldn’t figure it out.

Ah, the hearts of women are as inscrutable as the sea.

That saying was so true.

As he pondered more and more, he even got dark circles under his eyes.

The next day when he woke up, Su Yinhe greeted him and talked as usual.

She didn’t seem to hold on to yesterday’s events at all.

It seemed he was the only one who remembered.

What the heck.

And he had trouble sleeping because he felt so bad.

“Do you want some fried dough sticks?”

“Yes yes yes, fried dough sticks with soy milk,” Lin Murong broke down within a second. He had just been thinking about not dealing with Su Yinhe anymore.

But when Su Yinhe brought out the fried dough sticks, he was the quickest to take them.

As Lin Murong ate the fried dough sticks Su Yinhe gave him, the more he ate, the more he regretted it. How could he behave like this?

How could he?

That shouldn’t be allowed.

He was so regretful.

He should have just scolded Galaxy seriously and given her a good talking-to just now.

How could he?

But…

Fried dough sticks really go well with soy milk.

He couldn’t refuse fried dough sticks and soy milk.

If he had refused, wouldn’t that have made him a sinner?

Damn, it really smelled good.

Delicious, delicious.

Once you take someone’s food, it’s harder to refuse them. After having Su Yinhe’s soy milk and fried dough sticks, Lin Murong found it hard to stay angry, even though he planned on giving a serious talk. The word “lecture” sounded a bit strange here; more precisely, he wanted to be stern and ask Galaxy why he had changed so suddenly.

Wuwuwu…

This sudden change of face really scared him.

Now…

Quickly, get out the door.

The fried dough sticks and soy milk tasted so good, he almost forgot why he came.

Lin Murong took a few fried dough sticks and went to gather information.

Hope, Hope, the people at Hope Base truly had no hope.

It didn’t live up to its name at all.

This was Lin Murong’s biggest realization after walking around all day.

Hope Base was named Hope, but in reality, the people living there, especially those without superpowers or with weak superpowers,

lived in utter despair.

They truly felt hopeless.

But they weren’t dead.

They just lived like zombies.

Life was incredibly hard; being alive felt worse than being dead.

Perhaps death was their only release.

They were completely different from the people at Sun Base.

The people of Sun Base did everything possible, striving to stay alive, but they…

How should he describe them?

He couldn’t see a speck of hope in them.

Just numbness, only numbness.

Lin Murong watched until he felt suffocated.

What kind of base was this?

Even more stifling than Sweetheart Base.

At least the people at Sweetheart Base had emotional fluctuations.

But the people of Hope Base were numb, only stirring slightly when they saw food, then they would rush over and grab it.

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Right, “grab,” not “eat.”

They just stuffed the food.

As if they ate merely to stay alive.

To preserve their own bodies.

Watching this made Lin Murong find the fried dough sticks less appetizing.

He no longer found them fragrant, but they still attracted others.

The fried dough sticks had cooled down, originally not so fragrant.

Once cold, they nearly lost all taste.

You had to get your nose very close to smell anything.

But these few cold, bland fried dough sticks still drew some people.

“What’s that you have there?” a few men suddenly surrounded him.

Lin Murong was a bit stunned.

This was… a robbery.

This couldn’t be, it had been so long.

Ever since the last person who tried to rob him got kicked to death, no one dared to rob him again.

He wasn’t very powerful, not comparable to Chi Yan, but he was more than sufficient for most people.

Facing this situation again, Lin Murong rolled up his sleeves, stuffed the fried dough sticks into his mouth, and looked excited.

Come on, bring on the fight.

It was a good time to see how his superpower had evolved.

“You kid, how could you eat that all up? What do we eat now?” The leader almost went mad on seeing this.

Wu Xiaobo had been observing Lin Murong for a long time, mainly the thing in his hands.

Yellowish, increasingly resembling some edible food.

Among them was someone with a particularly keen nose who smelled the aroma and told him it was edible.

That prompted Wu Xiaobo to act.

But he didn’t expect Lin Murong to just stuff it into his mouth.

He ate it all.

Now what were they supposed to eat?

Wu Xiaobo could explode with anger.

He picked this time to cause trouble not to be demeaned; he wanted food, food that must be given.