This is utter contempt for them!
The base gives them 2 liang (100 grams) of grain every day, and a day's hard work only earns them 2 jin (1 catties) of grain. However, Chen Yu squanders meat and fish every day. Moreover, some people discovered through binoculars that the ingredients on Chen Yu's table are all high-end products, which were considered luxury items before the apocalypse. Many of them had only ever seen them on television. What a disparity and injustice!
"Chen Yu, you bastard! Why can you enjoy this kind of life while we have to struggle to survive in hunger and cold!" From the crowd, an angry voice almost tore through the air. He waved his arms, his eyes filled with despair and resentment.
"Yes! Open the shelter and let us see how many good things you've hidden!" The others echoed, their emotions reignited, roaring and howling as if they wanted to unleash all their discontent and anger.
Their condemnation of Chen Yu converged into an unstoppable torrent, soaring into the sky, with anger and discontent weaving into a taut net in the air.
Chen Yu, standing on the observation deck of the post-apocalyptic bunker, was completely oblivious to all of this. He leisurely enjoyed the delicious food on the table, relaxed yet elegant.
Because the temperature inside the bunker was already high enough, and with the steam from the hot pot, fine beads of sweat appeared on Chen Yu's forehead.
Upon seeing this, Yang Yue immediately pulled out a soft velvet cloth from beside the table and carefully wiped the sweat from Chen Yu's forehead.
Her movements were gentle and focused, her eyes filled with concern and love for Chen Yu, as if all the noise outside had nothing to do with her.
Qiao Meng was peeling a large lobster and carefully placing the tender lobster meat on Chen Yu's plate.
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