After arranging everything, Chen Yu, with Lin Lele in tow, returned to his post-apocalyptic bunker under Feng Xinran's somewhat resentful gaze.
Since the extreme cold disaster, he has been busy outside every day, working himself to the bone.
He had prepared so much for the apocalypse, not to toil in it, so he decided to take a good rest during this time.
As for the security of Tianyu Hospital, that can be left to Li Zheng and his team.
Although Feng Zhengyang had taken away the four M240 machine guns and assault rifles that Li Zheng and his men had previously used to support them, he still left each of them a pistol, which was enough to maintain order.
After returning to the post-apocalyptic bunker, Chen Yu did not go to sleep. Instead, he fought off his drowsiness and started frying steaks. He was starving. He had wanted Lin Lele to prepare some food for him at the hospital, but Lin Lele's cooking skills were simply not up to par.
After the steak was cooked, Chen Yu ate it listlessly while pondering.
Eating steak every day isn't a solution! Although steak is convenient and provides enough protein.
However, the flavors were too monotonous, and he had to cook them himself, which was not a long-term solution.
Lin Lele is out of the question; aside from cooking instant noodles, she's utterly useless when it comes to cooking.
Chen Yu couldn't help but think to himself, "If only I had ordered several hundred tables of ready-made food from several hotels before the extreme cold disaster struck. Anyway, they won't spoil in the extradimensional space, and they'll still look and smell delicious when they're taken out."
However, he was just thinking about it. Such an idea was too unrealistic and unreliable to implement. On the contrary, it would increase the risk of his exposure in the other dimension.
It's really not worth taking this risk just to satisfy your appetite.
Furthermore, although there is no concept of time in the other-dimensional space, it still felt strange for him to take out cooked food that had been put in there a few days or even years ago and eat it directly.
However, food is the most important thing for people, and the food problem is a big problem. In the end times, he not only needs to eat his fill, but also needs to eat well.
If there's an opportunity, we should pay more attention to culinary talents. If they are suitable, recruiting them to the post-apocalyptic bunker would be a good option.
After eating and drinking his fill, Chen Yu instructed Lin Lele, who was eating instant noodles while staring at the TV and grinning foolishly, "Clean up after you finish eating, I'm going to take a nap."
"Okay, okay, go ahead." Lin Lele waved her hand impatiently, her eyes fixed on the TV screen, as if afraid of missing something.
Chen Yu shook his head helplessly; he had just invited a tyrant into his life!
He then ignored Lin Lele and turned to walk towards the bedroom.
After locking the door, he didn't even bother to wash up before collapsing onto the bed. Exhausted, he quickly fell asleep.
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"Give them something to eat; the child hasn't eaten for five days."
An elderly woman, wrapped in a tattered quilt and holding the hand of a five or six-year-old girl, looked hopefully at a fat, middle-aged man and pleaded.
"Get lost!" The middle-aged man kicked the old man in front of him to the ground and said coldly, "You old codger! How many times have I told you, our base doesn't support idlers. If you want to die, go somewhere else and don't dirty my eyes."
"Grandpa, Grandpa, boohoo~!" The little girl cried out in distress when she saw her grandfather fall down, but her voice sounded weak and feeble due to long-term hunger.
"Li Liguo, aren't you afraid of retribution for doing this? What did you promise my son back then?" The old man endured the pain and said angrily.
The old man struggled to sit up. Although his face was covered in wrinkles, a resolute light shone in his eyes. With trembling hands, he helped the little girl up from the ground and held her tightly in his arms, as if afraid that she would suffer any further harm.
"Retribution? Haha!" Li Liguo burst into laughter upon hearing this, his laughter filled with sarcasm and arrogance. "Retribution? I'm already experiencing natural disasters comparable to the end of the world, why would I care about so-called retribution?"
"If my son hadn't risked his life to save you, you would have frozen to death outside long ago. Is this how you repay him?" the old man accused.
"That's because Liu Long is stupid. Everyone looks out for themselves. It was all his own choice, not something I asked him to do." Li Liguo curled his lip in disdain, turned and left, leaving the old man and the little girl shivering in the cold wind.
"Beast! What a beast!" the old man cursed through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with anger and despair.
"Lingling, Grandpa is useless. I've made you suffer because of me." The old man gently stroked the little girl Lingling's head, his eyes filled with reluctance and self-reproach. He knew he couldn't provide this little life with the protection and warmth she deserved, and his heart was filled with guilt.
The little girl, though young, was heartbreakingly sensible. She held her grandfather's hand tightly, trying to appear strong, and comforted him, "Grandpa, Lingling isn't hungry, Lingling isn't afraid." Although Lingling's voice was weak, the strength in her eyes was deeply moving. She knew her grandfather was already very tired, and she didn't want to be a burden to him.
Hearing his granddaughter's words, the old man felt a pang of sorrow. He hugged Lingling tightly, tears welling in his eyes, but he held them back. He knew that in this world, crying wouldn't solve anything; he had to be strong, for his granddaughter, for survival.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at a group of strong young men watching from not far away.
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