Noon.

The area around the canteen of Jinghai University has been completely occupied by a dense crowd of refugees.

Even though Jinghai University's cafeteria has seven floors, it simply cannot meet the needs of such a large number of refugees.

However, the people who had taken refuge were chatting and laughing, showing no signs of tension or sense of crisis from the invasion by a foreign race.

"Third Aunt, you're here for dinner too?"

"Yes, I got up early today to have lunch first. I wonder what dishes will be served today."

"Haha, it's so nice not having to go to work. It's a pity there's no mahjong table, otherwise it would be even better to play mahjong."

They entered the cafeteria laughing and joking, looking completely at ease.

The cafeteria was already packed with people, with large crowds gathered near every window.

There were also fights that broke out because of people cutting in line, but they were quickly separated.

The stench of sweat, food, and other odors mingled with the sweltering air, making it extremely suffocating.

"Everyone, don't rush, we'll start eating now!"

Head chef Wang Kangping couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead as he looked at the sea of ​​people in front of him.

He was originally a civil engineering student, but after the apocalypse, he switched to a five-star life skills profession called "chef" and became the head chef of the cafeteria.

He originally thought that working in the canteen, no matter how tiring, would be better than working on a construction site. But when these refugees arrived, Wang Kangping realized he was wrong. Working in the canteen was much more tiring than working on a construction site. He had been swinging the spatula until it was practically smoking these past few days.

Soon, bucket after bucket of hot rice porridge was brought out, along with green vegetables and salted duck eggs.

"Half a salted duck egg for each person, and a bowl of rice porridge for each person. Line up and collect yours in turn!" Wang Kangping shouted.

"Damn it! We've been eating rice porridge for days on end! Why is it always rice porridge? Can't we improve our meals a bit?" a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses complained.

But upon hearing that there was food to be had, he still quickly lined up.

There was a long queue in front of each window, and as far as the eye could see, there were heads everywhere. I had no idea how long it would take before it was my turn.

Just then, the man suddenly noticed an empty window to the side, and he immediately ran to the window.

"Don't queue at my window. This window isn't for refugees; it's for combat professionals only." Wang Kangping waved his spoon, gesturing for the people in line to move aside.

The man was furious upon hearing this. He frowned, put on a stern face, and reprimanded Wang Kangping in the manner of a respected elder.

"They still haven't come, have they? What's wrong with you getting me food before they arrive? I'll just move aside when they come! You young comrade, how can you be so inflexible!"

Wang Kangping glanced at the man as if he were an idiot, then went back to his own business, not bothering to pay him any attention.

Just as the man was about to get angry, he saw Wang Kangping bring out several bowls of fragrant food from behind.

Spicy stir-fried cabbage, braised pork belly, stir-fried pork slices, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and braised chicken legs.

Three meat dishes and two vegetable dishes—a fast food meal that few people would have considered before the apocalypse—now seems incredibly tempting after the apocalypse.

The man couldn't help but swallow hard; drool was practically dripping from the corner of his mouth.

He had been eating nothing but plain porridge with vegetables and salted duck eggs for the past few days, and his mouth was practically parched. So how could he not crave this kind of meat dish?

His eyes darted around, he pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and then immediately put on an expression of uncontrollable rage.

Bang!

The man slammed his fist heavily on the window platform where Wang Kangping was, making a deafening sound.

"Are you crazy?" Wang Kangping was startled and almost spilled the dishes he was holding.

"Everyone, look over here! Look at what these students from Jinghai University are eating, and what are we eating? It's unbelievable how blatant the discrimination can be; it's truly disheartening!"

The middle-aged man ignored Wang Kangping and began to give a passionate speech.

The refugees queuing at other windows for their congee glanced over and then began to whisper among themselves.

The man sneered at the sight. Before the apocalypse, he was a staff member of a street office in Jinghai City. He might not be good at much else, but he was very good at inciting people and making empty promises.

"Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny? Why do they get to eat braised pork, stir-fried pork slices, and rice, while we can only drink plain porridge? We demand fairness! We demand fair treatment! We also want to eat meat!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Kangping slammed down the food in his hands, picked up the spatula, and pointed it at the middle-aged man's nose, cursing angrily.

"Are you out of your mind? We've already done more than enough by providing you with free porridge, duck eggs, and vegetables to ensure your survival. And you still want meat?"

"Resources are limited. If you don't feed those combat professionals who are risking their lives outside, who will protect you? Have you lost your mind?"

The middle-aged man sneered and retorted.

"With great responsibility comes great power. Since they have awakened abilities far beyond those of ordinary people, it is their duty to protect our lives and enable us to live a good life! They should have given all the meat to us weak people and let them drink plain porridge instead!"

"But we didn't make such an excessive demand. What we want now is fairness. What they eat, we should eat! We must not be treated differently! Everyone should be equal!"

Wang Kangping was almost furious, but he couldn't win an argument with the middle-aged man in front of him, so he could only suppress his anger and condemn him.

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