Chapter 87 Temporary Settlement

Everyone followed Jin Qinjiu forward, and sure enough, there was an object covered with a tarpaulin not far away.

The tarpaulin was pulled down, and a helicopter suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Some people couldn't help but cheer softly.

Mu Qingyu said, "Why don't you have your pilot check the plane first?" Although the plane looked like no one had touched it, there were no signals or control towers after the apocalypse, so a pre-flight safety check was still necessary.

After Mu Qingyu finished speaking, Jin Qinjiu's smile suddenly froze on his face. He said somewhat helplessly, "The driver... just now downstairs..." was dragged away by zombies...

He was only focused on protecting Mu Xiaoxiao at the time. Although he had instructed others to protect the driver, when the zombies swarmed in, everyone was driven only by their survival instincts, and no one could care about anyone else...

Mu Qingyu was speechless. She pointed at the helicopter and said, "Then what's the use of it? This thing isn't a car that you can learn to drive."

It's full of instruments and dashboards; people who don't know how to use it can't even understand it, let alone operate it.

Before Jin Qinjiu could answer, Mu Qingyu turned and left.

She called to her team, "Let's find a place to rest and get something to eat." After all that fuss, they were completely exhausted, both physically and mentally.

Mu Qingrong, Han Yu, and the others quickly moved closer to Mu Qingyu, and the group found a spot on the balcony near the inner wall to sit down.

It was already getting dark. Even if the helicopter could fly, Mu Qingyu didn't plan to leave today, as the danger at night was several times greater than during the day.

It's no secret that Mu Qingyu is a space ability user now, so she generously took out a set of cookware from her space—she was exhausted and wanted something hot to eat!

As Mu Qingyu was setting the pot on the stove, Han Yu approached her mysteriously and whispered, "I can fly a helicopter! I have a license!"

Mu Qingyu looked at Han Yu suspiciously, and Han Yu gave her a look that said, "I promise I'm not lying."

Then, Mu Qingyu asked him, "Can you cook?"

Han Yu was taken aback for a moment. Mu Qingyu's sudden leap in thought caught him off guard, but he still reflexively replied, "Yes! I'm a great cook!"

Mu Qingyu said "Oh," then shoveled the spatula into Han Yu's hand and piled seven or eight bags of instant noodles over to him: "Then you can make it."

Han Yu's expression was rather complicated—what kind of cooking skills does it take to cook instant noodles? He suspected Mu Qingyu was playing a trick on him, but then he turned around and saw Mu Qingrong's expectant, sparkling eyes... and it really did seem like the case...

Forget it, it's just cooking instant noodles, right? Is it some kind of hellish difficulty task?

Then Mu Qingyu pushed five eggs and a pack of sausages over to him, her eyes filled with warning: "If you mess this up, you're finished!"

Han Yu remained noncommittal, then methodically lit the fire, poured mineral water into the pot, and waited for the water to boil before adding the eggs, poaching them in the boiling water.

Mu Qingyu watched from the side, and when she saw Han Yu unpacking the sausage, she handed him a clean knife. She watched as Han Yu sliced ​​the sausage into the pot one by one, added various seasonings, and finally put the sausage pieces into the pancakes one by one...

Actually, you don't even need to wait for the noodles to be added to the pot; the aroma is already filling the air as soon as the seasonings boil!

Not to mention others, even Mu Qingrong and her brother, who never lacked food or drink, were staring at the pot with longing.

This whole situation left Han Yu extremely puzzled! Mu Qingyu, this big shot, didn't seem like someone who lacked food and drink!

Little did he know that this brother and sister were actually top-tier masters of culinary black holes and bizarre cooking techniques.

The siblings used to mooch some meals from Aunt Mei next door, but after their relationship with Aunt Mei became a bit awkward, they almost never went to her house anymore.

Mu Qingyu has plenty of food in her spatial storage, but she didn't stockpile enough prepared delicacies initially! She can't bear to eat it all at once; what will she do decades from now if she does?!

So whenever she and Mu Qingrong were home alone, they would either cook some of the dishes that Mu Qingyu knew how to make, or they would eat self-heating meals.

They also eat instant noodles, usually just boiling them in water and soaking them. Even if they add an egg, the siblings will end up with a pot full of egg drop soup...

In short, it's a long story!

These past two days, she'd been eating dry rations while out and about. With this pot of fragrant instant noodles, Mu Qingyu completely forgot about everything else.

From that moment on, Mu Qingyu found Han Yu much more agreeable!

Mu Qingyu took out five sets of disposable bowls and chopsticks and distributed them to everyone. When the bowls and chopsticks were handed to Ji Qingqing, Ji Qingqing felt a little excited—this meant that she was now considered a member of the team!

So, as long as you really put in the effort, you'll reap the rewards! She was incredibly grateful that she had managed to get out this time; she would never let the opportunity slip through her fingers again like she did last time.

The aroma of the food not only whetted the appetites of Mu Qingyu and her brother.

The aroma spread, and everyone's stomachs involuntarily began to rumble.

People living in underground air-raid shelters have no idea how long it has been since they've had a hot meal!

The underground space made it difficult to start a fire, so they survived on dry rations and bottled water for most of the time. Even instant noodles had to be broken into pieces and eaten dry.

One reason is their lack of water resources, and another is that it's inconvenient to start an open fire underground.

You'll see steaming hot, fragrant instant noodles coming out of the pot... almost everyone is involuntarily swallowing their saliva.

Everyone is itching to make a move.

Jing Chen stepped forward somewhat embarrassed and asked, "Could we borrow the pot? Also..." He seemed a little uneasy, "We'd also like to borrow a few bottles of water, is that alright?"

Mu Qingyu slurped her noodles with gusto, reluctant to lift her head. Only when she heard that the speaker was Jing Chen did she reluctantly raise her head—she had a fairly good impression of Jing Chen.

“Borrowing the pot is no problem, but you have to clean it up for me after you’re done,” Mu Qingyu said. Seeing Jing Chen nod, she pointed to Mo Huaiyu’s leg and said, “Let’s see if it can be cured. If it can be cured, he can give you a lot of supplies, including water. It’s an equal exchange.”

After Mu Qingyu finished speaking, she buried her head back into the bowl.

Mo Huaiyu and Ji Qingqing were eating quite discreetly when they were suddenly called out. Mo Huaiyu was taken aback for a moment, and when he realized what Mu Qingyu was talking about, his emotions surged.

Can it be cured? Can his leg still be cured? It's a condition he developed from childhood; his leg has been numb for many years. Can it really be cured?

Mo Huaiyu looked up, a strange light in his eyes. He didn't even eat his noodles, instead shoving them into Mu Qingrong's hand. Then, looking expectantly at Jing Chen, he said, "Can it be treated? I have plenty of supplies, including water. If it can be treated, name your price!"