The two little ones were overjoyed, jumping and skipping around Xu Lin. Afraid of oil splashing on them, Xu Lin ordered them not to enter the kitchen. So the two of them squatted at the kitchen door and peeked inside.

Xu Lin didn't have time to deal with the two of them. She first made the stewed chicken in a clay pot, then used the pot next to her to make curry chicken, and the third pot to make spicy chicken. She kept switching between the three pots. Zhou Pin was also very busy. Sometimes he had to use a low flame for this pot and sometimes he had to use a high flame for that pot. His nose was covered with soot.

Xu Lin burst out laughing, "It's rare to see you so funny, hahaha."

"It's all for making a living," Zhou Pin said in a helpless tone, echoing Xu Lin's words.

The two now get along very casually, like friends who have known each other for many years. Under Zhou Pin's deliberate guidance, Xu Lin has become more and more lively.

The two also made braised pork ribs, pork rib and winter melon soup, cumin pork ribs, and bay leaf crispy pork ribs. These dishes alone used 200 lunchboxes, and Xu Lin regretted not stocking up on more disposable lunchboxes.

At noon, the two little ones were finally allowed into the kitchen. Their mouths were practically watering, and their drool was dripping all over the floor outside, freezing solid.

Xu Lin and Zhou Pin brought the last dish to the table, ready for lunch. Several dishes prepared in the morning were on the table. Some of the non-spicy dishes were served separately to the two little ones and placed on the ground. In particular, the chicken that had pecked Shuke was cut in half and given to Shuke and Beta. Shuke ate it with his mouth full of oil.

After lunch, the two little ones ran off again. Xu Lin and Zhou Pin continued their work, busy until it got dark and they could no longer see. Then the two little ones returned.

"Let's come again next time we have the chance. We have to go out and search for supplies tomorrow, so let's go back and rest early," Zhou Pin said.

After dinner, the two people and two dogs rushed back home. It was already seven o'clock when they got home. Xu Lin took a hot bath in her space. She was covered in grease and smoke from the day. Luckily, she had her space. Zhou Pin wasn't so lucky.

Lying in bed, Xu Lin's consciousness entered the space, and her blood pressure soared. The space was in complete chaos; the wheat and vegetables she had planted yesterday had been dug up by the chickens. With Xu Lin's fiery temper, if it weren't for the eggs, these chickens would have become her snacks.

Having no other choice, Xu Lin went into the space and built a fence around the poultry and livestock to prevent them from overstepping the boundaries and damaging the grain and vegetables.

Due to limited time, we will separate the breeding area and the planting area for now, and then raise poultry and livestock separately when we have more time.

I didn't get out until 11 o'clock. I originally wanted to rest early and recharge, but instead I didn't go to bed early and ended up staying up all night.

The next day, when the alarm rang, Xu Lin yawned as she went into her space to wash up. Zhou Pin came over and knocked on the door, but Xu Lin was still yawning.

"Did you stay up late last night?" Zhou Pin asked.

"Don't even mention it! The chickens dug up all the vegetables and grains I planted. I built a fence to separate the breeding area from the planting area, otherwise there would be no harvest at all, and the seeds would be wasted," Xu Lin complained.

"I'll make you a fence tomorrow. Are you going out today? Do you want to stay home and rest?"

"Go out! I feel uneasy if I don't stock up on goods for even a day; I don't feel safe."

The two chatted as they ate, and after finishing, they went downstairs to meet up with the others. Their destination was a nearby wood processing factory. This time, everyone needed to find wood for heating; they had burned everything they could at home, and as the weather grew colder, their fuel supplies dwindled.

The factory owner is from out of town, and the workers are all his relatives. Before the apocalypse, the factory had no orders, so the owner took the workers on vacation back to his hometown. Therefore, no one should have gone there to look for supplies.

The reason I knew about this timber processing plant was because Liang Ping, who worked as an accountant, had previously done accounting for the plant and was fairly familiar with its situation.