The reborn Chen Yu was so drawn to the alternate dimension that he didn't realize he hadn't eaten until he was starving.

But you can't blame him for that.

His years of experience in the apocalypse had long since made him accustomed to hunger, so it was normal for him to neglect it for a while.

Thinking of the clean and plentiful food before the apocalypse, Chen Yu couldn't help but swallow.

Although the house he rented was not large, it had everything he needed, including a kitchen and a toilet, though it was a bit old.

However, this did not affect Chen Yu's mood at the moment.

He completely ignored the refrigerator, which was already empty.

He strode into the kitchen, his eyes immediately landing on a vat of white rice.

Rice—what a luxury it is in the apocalypse!

In the apocalypse, food is scarce, and people are forced to eat all sorts of strange things in order to survive.

Even tree bark and grass roots were dug out of the snow and became frequent guests on the dining table.

A surge of excitement welled up in Chen Yu's heart; he had almost forgotten when he last ate freshly cooked rice.

He strode quickly toward the jar of rice, gently stroking the glistening grains with his palm, as if he could feel the vitality they contained.

He then quickly retrieved an iron pot from a kitchen drawer.

Carefully scoop out two bowls of rice, add enough water, and turn on the gas stove.

The familiar yellow flames leaped up, instantly giving Chen Yu a sense of security that swept over his entire body.

"Damn it! It's been mixed with other gases again!" Chen Yu couldn't help but complain as he looked at the flames, which should have been pale blue but were now orange-yellow.

He chose to cook rice using gas in the hopes of reducing waiting time, but he never expected to encounter this situation.

Faced with this situation, Chen Yu could only shake his head helplessly.

With the rice still a while away from being cooked, Chen Yu quickly turned his attention to other things in the kitchen.

Oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, sugar—they're all wonderful things!

In the apocalypse, these everyday seasonings are even more valuable than rice and meat!

In the apocalypse, Chen Yu could still occasionally eat a small bowl of rice during festivals, even though it was just thin porridge, it was better than nothing.

And high-end items like seasonings are not unavailable at his base.

But that's not something a low-level porter like Chen Yu could afford.

Faced with such temptation, Chen Yu could no longer suppress his desires.

He opened the sugar jar, grabbed a handful of sugar, and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.

The sweet taste instantly spread throughout his mouth, as if it could soothe all the weariness and bitterness in his heart, and a sense of happiness arose spontaneously.

"Cool!"

Chen Yu couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh.

Then, he turned his attention to the salt, scooped up a spoonful, and put it in his mouth.

"Pah!"

Chen Yu immediately spat out the salt in his mouth, a look of discomfort on his face.

He forgot that salt, unlike sugar, cannot be consumed directly in large quantities.

He quickly turned on the tap and gulped down water, trying to dilute the saltiness in his mouth.

After a while, the salty and bitter feeling in my mouth finally lessened a bit.

This also cleared his mind, allowing him to react instantly.

"I've been reborn! How come I still look like a post-apocalyptic refugee?!"

Chen Yu chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"I want a big meal!"

He immediately turned off the gas stove that was still burning, put on his clothes and shoes, and rushed out the door.

Soon they arrived at the street downstairs, and the first thing that made Chen Yu feel uncomfortable was the dazzling sun in the sky.

In the apocalypse, the sun became incredibly dim.

Even on a clear day, the sunlight in the sky doesn't seem much better than the full moon before the apocalypse.

It creates a gloomy atmosphere all day long, making people feel utterly hopeless.

Having grown accustomed to the dark environment of the apocalypse, Chen Yu had to shield his forehead from the glaring light, and it took him quite a while to adjust.

He started walking along the street.

It was a little past 2 p.m., and it was Friday, so there weren't many people on the streets.

Looking at the dazzling array of shops and stalls on both sides.

The aroma of various foods wafted towards us.

His stomach rumbled again, as if in protest.

Originally, Chen Yu had planned to have a high-class meal after his rebirth.

But faced with the current situation, he found himself unable to walk any further.

"Fine! I'll just have to make do with this for now!" Chen Yu thought to himself.

…………

As darkness fell, Chen Yu walked out of the last restaurant on the street.

He patted his round belly with one hand, picked his teeth with a toothpick in the other, and muttered, "Comfortable!" with a satisfied look on his face.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Chen Yu had no desire to continue strolling the streets, so he returned to his rented room.

I opened my phone and looked at the balance on my bank card: 13.5

Chen Yu fell silent.

To be fully prepared for the end times, a large amount of money is essential during this period when social order still exists.

What he needs to do now is make money, make a lot of money!

Although he has already set his sights on a certain lottery draw on December 2, 2023.

But it's only November 5th now, and there's still almost a month until the lottery draw.

He couldn't let such a long time go to waste.

Furthermore, with the meager balance in his bank account, he'd have trouble even getting food tomorrow, let alone building a doomsday fortress and stockpiling supplies.

Even though the unscrupulous boss "Huang Juncai" paid him back the wages he owed.

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