Chapter 10 Wanghai Mountain

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"Ms. You, aren't you coming with us?" Ximan came over, with obvious disappointment and worry on the boy's face.

She glanced at Fang Zichen and Xiaolu who were hurrying here from a distance, took out a baseball cap from her backpack and put it on, lowering the brim to cover half of her face: "No, there are too many people here, I'll go to the north side of the mountain to take a look."

"But if we live together, we can take care of each other--"

Ximan wanted to say something, but was patted on the shoulder by Lin Wu. He glanced at Fang Zichen in the distance, and then looked at Youxi: "We are temporarily arranged in the same hotel here. If you have anything, you can come to us."

"Thank you." She felt that Lin Wu probably misunderstood something, but this misunderstanding could explain why she wanted to live separately from them, which she thought was also good.

Yuan Qi held her son in one hand and carried a large travel bag in the other, watching Youxi leave.

Yuan Xi covered the wound and sighed: "Let's go."

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It took Youxi about 40 minutes to reach the north of the mountain. At the beginning, there were still many people on both sides. After turning two mountain roads, there were fewer people.

Now is the early stage of the disaster. Although everyone is panicking, the order is not chaotic. Some people saw her carrying a backpack and a large travel bag alone, but they didn't show any strange eyes. At most, they just looked at her.

After turning the mountain road, there is another flat land. The road surface is well repaired, all flat bricks. Some small buildings appear on both sides. Most of them are about five or six stories high, and there are also seven or eight-story apartment buildings.

She found a small B&B building near the cliff facing north. The building is slightly off the beaten track, but because it is on the edge of the cliff, several rooms facing north have terraces, and you can see the scenery in the distance.

Originally, this was considered a sea view room, but after the tsunami, the city was flooded to the fourth floor. Now, everywhere you look is a gray-black ocean with floating garbage. Slightly taller buildings stand here and there, like isolated islands in the ocean.

People with poor psychological quality cannot bear to see such a scene, so most of the rooms facing north are empty. Youxi wants to check the situation outside at all times, and this room is very conveniently located.

She went in to ask about it. The B&B was still doing business and the price had not increased, but breakfast and ordering services were gone. The manufacturing industry on the island was weak, and most of the daily necessities were delivered by ship. Now that there was no supply channel, the few stocks must be kept for her own use. The

B&B price was cheap. She paid for five days and asked for the westernmost room on the fifth floor.

The room was not as clean and tidy as a hotel, but the place was not small. The interior was about 40 square meters, with natural wood interior decoration. On the left side of the entrance was the bathroom, on the right was a simple tea bar, and further in were the bed, wardrobe, and sofa.

The terrace has a floor-to-ceiling sliding door. It is quite large and has a round table and two chairs. Because this room is on the westernmost side, the view is very good, and you can see clearly in both the west and north directions.

The room has water and electricity, but they are limited in time, from 8 to 9 in the morning and from 7 to 8 in the evening, a total of two hours, and the water flow is very thin, only a quarter of the normal period, but this is enough.

After locking the door, she took off her shoes, lay on the bed, and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the evening, Youxi got up after taking a nap for an hour, washed her hands and face with hot water stored in the Xingwu warehouse, wiped her body and changed into a set of clean clothes: a soft cotton T-shirt and loose sports pants, and then took a pair of slippers to put in the room and put her travel shoes at the entrance.

Because she was temporarily settled and she was also satisfied with the room, Youxi was in a good mood and decided not to eat takeout today and make dinner by herself.

She first took out a cup and a pack of drip ears, boiled a one-liter bottle of mineral water in a solid alcohol stove and a stainless steel kettle, and soaked the drip ears, and poured the remaining hot water into the thermos to warm it up, and then casually put it on the warehouse shelf.

The coffee powder absorbed the boiling water, and the whole room was suddenly filled with the aroma of coffee. She closed her eyes and took a breath, feeling like she was back in her own small apartment.

After a minute or two, she took out the drip coffee bag, put a piece of sugar in the coffee, took out a bucket of 4℃ seven-day fresh milk, poured in an appropriate amount, and then took a big sip.

The aroma of coffee, the slight bitterness, a little sweetness, and the silky taste of milk reminded her of every late night when she was rushing to write comics in the apartment.

Coffee is her life. It is really hard to imagine a world without coffee.

She even thought about putting the newly bought fully automatic freshly ground coffee machine at home in the Star House warehouse so that she could use it in the apocalypse world, but she finally gave up because of the power problem. Now think about it, compared to instant coffee, she seems to need to stock up more drip coffee.

After a leisurely time of having a cup of coffee and a small piece of cheesecake, she started to prepare dinner.

There is a public kitchen on the first floor of this B&B. She went in to see it before going upstairs. It is quite large, but the natural gas stove cannot be used because the gas is out. There are two very primitive stoves on the other side. As long as there is charcoal or firewood, you can cook. It feels like it is for guests to experience life. It is just right for the current situation.

However, the dinner she wants to make does not need to be so troublesome, and she does not want to be high-profile, so she can do it in the room.

She first moved the round table on the terrace into the room. It is an iron table, which is safer for cooking. The door had been locked, and the balcony door had been opened for ventilation, so it was now closed. She didn't draw the curtains, because there was a cliff outside the window anyway, and no one could see inside.

She wiped the round table clean, and took out the windproof solid alcohol stove, checkered baking tray, self-cooking pot, and picnic knives one by one.

Next came the ingredients, a box of 500 grams of sliced ​​pork belly, a head of lettuce, a fruit cucumber, a few scallions, a salt shaker, a pepper shaker, a cumin barbecue seasoning jar, and three or four garlic cloves. Finally, she filled a disposable cup with some barbecue sauce.

She put an appropriate amount of rice in the self-cooking pot, washed it with stored water, and then poured in mineral water. She first heated it to a certain temperature with an alcohol stove, then took the self-cooking pot aside and let it slowly cook.

She temporarily extinguished the fixed alcohol in the alcohol stove, then quickly washed the pork belly, lettuce, cucumber, and green onion, filtered the lettuce, cut the cucumber into strips, cut the green onion into sections, peeled and sliced ​​the garlic, and used paper towels to absorb the water from the pork belly.

All preparations were ready. She re-ignited the solid alcohol, put the baking tray on the rack, and put the pork belly on the baking tray with chopsticks. After a while, as the temperature of the baking tray continued to rise, the pork belly began to produce oil and made a sizzling sound, and an irresistible and tempting aroma came out.

She smelled the aroma while watching the heat. When one side showed a slightly charred golden color, she turned the pork belly over.

The solid alcohol was heated enough. The pork belly was sliced ​​in the supermarket and the thickness was just right. It was very simple to roast such meat. Nothing needed to be added. When both sides showed a charred golden color, cut it into small pieces with scissors and sprinkled a little salt and black pepper.

She turned off the fire in the alcohol stove and placed the barbecue directly on the baking tray, which was convenient and could keep the meat warm.

The rice was ready. She took a piece of lettuce and added some soft and glutinous rice on it. Then she added the barbecued meat dipped in barbecue sauce, cucumber strips, two pieces of green onion, a piece of garlic, and finally sprinkled some cumin barbecue seasoning powder on it. She wrapped everything with lettuce and it was ready to eat.

The lettuce and cucumber were sweet and crisp, the three fat and two lean pieces of barbecued meat were fragrant and delicious, the barbecued sauce was fresh and salty, and the rice was sweet...

All the flavors added together, it was obviously a very simple method, but it was so delicious that even the tongue could swallow it. Even the green onion and garlic were very harmonious, just right to relieve the greasiness of the barbecued meat.

A lettuce and barbecued meat wrapped in rice, two bites just finished, this feeling of satisfaction is like owning the whole world.

She took out another cup of coconut grass jelly and ate it with the barbecue.

Unfortunately, such a rice roll with barbecue meat and lettuce can easily fill you up. Youxi didn't feel so hungry after eating the second one.

So she began to change the way she ate it. She sandwiched a piece of garlic between two slices of barbecue meat, dipped it in barbecue sauce and cumin powder, and ate it directly, occasionally chewing a cucumber or eating a piece of lettuce.

In the end, there was still a lot of rice left, but she had finished eating the barbecue meat, cucumber and lettuce.

She took out a soup bowl, poured the rice into it, and put it directly on the shelf of the Xingwu warehouse. The rice was still hot. Next time she wanted to eat rice, she didn't need to cook it again. She could just take it out and eat it.

There weren't many dishes, so it was easy to clean up. She washed everything in five minutes, washed her face and hands again, and then leaned on the sofa to continue drinking roasted grass jelly. It was sweet, sticky, and icy. This flavor was her favorite in this milk tea shop.

She was very satisfied with her dinner and was very grateful. For a stay-at-home girl, the happiest thing in the world is to stay at home, wait for takeout, and eat delicious food. Of course, it would be even better if you can watch dramas, variety shows, and movies while eating.

"It seems that I have to put that 256G tablet in the Star House warehouse next time." I just don't know if the next apocalyptic world will have a peaceful time like this time.

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Youxi has been staying in the B&B for three days. She spends one or two hours a day on the small terrace using the facilities to do some physical training, and spends more than half an hour taking out a sketchbook and pen to practice sketching. When it is time for meals, she closes the doors and windows and cooks some food in the room with a solid alcohol stove.

She doesn't have to torture herself and eat instant noodles every day. Some delicious things are actually very simple to make.

For example, hot pot, as long as there are scallions, ginger, garlic, cooking oil and spicy hot pot ingredients, stir-fry them in a camping pot, add water and boil them, take out the beef and mutton slices, tripe, vegetables, duck blood, konjac, various meatballs, etc. bought in the supermarket before, wash and rinse them and you can eat.

Another example is spicy hot pot. The same scallion, ginger, garlic, cooking oil and spicy hot pot ingredients are fried in oil without adding water. Shrimp, luncheon meat, beef and mutton rolls, vegetables, mushrooms, meatballs, etc. are added and stir-fried for a while until cooked. Served with rice, every bite is full of happiness and satisfaction.

Of course, she would go out every day to see the situation outside and find a way to leave L Island.

The number of people in the Wanghaishan Hotel area is increasing day by day. The rescue team has rescued more survivors and injured, but there is still no news of any external rescue.

Her previous guess was correct. The scope of this tsunami should be very large.

Come to think of it, this is the end of the world. If it is only a tsunami disaster in a local area, how can the word "end of the world" be used?

The tsunami came suddenly. Except for those who were lucky enough to stay in the high-rise buildings, most people lost their belongings in the water flow, so few people stayed in the hotel at their own expense.

The boss and his wife posted a piece of paper inside the glass door, wrote the room price in several languages, and spent most of their time in the room on the first floor.

For three days, the water level did not recede, but it did not rise again, but the temperature dropped a lot. This morning, when Youxi opened the sliding door of the terrace, she was shivered by the cold wind blowing in her face.

The long-sleeved single clothes on her body could no longer resist the cold. She hurriedly closed the sliding door, took out a thin down jacket from the Xingwu warehouse and put it on, and then added a pair of warm pants under her sports pants, and then reopened the door of the terrace.

The temperature outside is only about 7 or 8 degrees. The temperature on L Island is between 25 and 35 degrees all year round. It dropped below 20 degrees a few days ago, which was already very low. Unexpectedly, it dropped by more than 10 degrees overnight.

Youxi zipped up her down jacket. The warm clothes blocked the cold, but she still felt a chill in her heart for no reason.

She suddenly realized that another disaster had quietly arrived without her noticing.

There is no such thing as a low-temperature disaster starting after escaping from L Island and returning to S City in Beijing!