Wang Ziyan tried hard to keep her eyes away from the hot pot on the dining table and tried her best to control the frequency of her swallowing.
A bitter smile appeared on his wheat-colored face.
"Grandfather, it's not easy to get enough food in the end times. Generally speaking, people like us with special abilities can only eat two compressed biscuits a day, and we're lucky to get a pack of instant noodles a month."
Before Wang Jianguo had time to feel distressed, he heard Wang Ziyan continue talking.
"As for ordinary people without special abilities, their lives are even more miserable. If it weren't for the country's help, they probably wouldn't even have enough to eat a meal in a week."
"Now, ordinary people living in the Huaxia base can receive two compressed biscuits every three days."
Hearing this, everyone's expressions became complicated.
Who could have predicted that the end of the world would be so difficult?
What can you eat with two compressed biscuits in three days?
I'm afraid I can only hang on to my life weakly...
Thinking of this, Wang Jianguo felt even more distressed.
He patted Wang Ziyan's shoulder weakly, and his whole energy was deflated: "Ziyan, you should sit down and have a good meal first."
No matter how helpless he felt, Wang Jianguo knew very well that the only thing they could do now was to use this opportunity from Boss Xiao Zhang to help the Chinese people in the apocalypse live a little better.
"Yes, yes, everyone, please sit down and eat first."
Zhang Yuan cooperated and greeted the others.
He took Qian Fang's hand and asked him to sit next to Wang Yongyuan.
Wang Yongyuan and Wang Jianguo sandwiched Wang Ziyan on the left and right, Zhang Yuan sat on Wang Jianguo's left, and the remaining three members of the Doomsday Team sat on Qian Fang's right in turn.
The bosses also sat down one after another, and no one mind the dirtiness of these doomsday team members.
Instead, he enthusiastically picked up food for them.
Wang Jianguo kept feeding Wang Ziyan hot pot,
"Zi Yan, this mushroom hotpot base is not spicy and can nourish your stomach."
Wang Ziyan coveted the red pot next to her, but she was a good and obedient child.
Since my ancestors said so, I naturally listen to them.
Anyway, it’s good to have something to eat.
The members of the superpower team don't need to cook the meat themselves, as the big guys keep putting vegetables into their bowls.
After a while, the chef also brought up a few light dishes.
He placed the dishes in front of them and turned around to help them serve their food.
While serving the rice, he said, "Hey, kids, eat slowly. There's plenty left. Come on, have a bowl of rice first."
After the rice is cooked, place it in front of the members of the superpower team.
Qian Fang suddenly covered his face and burst into tears.
With his mouth still full of meat, he said, "Woo, woo, woo, I really didn't expect that in my lifetime, I could still eat a bowl of rice and hot pot, woo."
Wang Yongyuan glanced at him sideways, sighed, and put his hand on Qian Fang's shoulder.
"Good boy, don't cry, everything will be fine."
With his other hand, he forcefully stuffed the rice into Qian Fang's hand: "Eat quickly and stop crying."
Qian Fang sobbed while eating rice.
They haven't had a proper meal since the end of the world.
To be precise, starting in 1945, rice and other vegetable foods became scarce.
The end of the world is the beginning of a complete food shortage. If the country had not been prepared in advance and stockpiled a lot of fast food, they really don’t know how to survive now.
Wang Ziyan next to her was also eating and crying, she thought of her frail grandparents.
There are also parents who are too thin to walk.
My grandparents, parents and I have not awakened any special powers. In the first two years, my parents relied on using their ordinary bodies to fight zombies outside and complete missions to earn points to support the family.
Later, she awakened her superpowers, and the zombies also had crystal cores. She and Qian Fang and others formed a superpower team that could fight for zombie crystal cores outside and exchange them for supplies.
Life is much better now.
At least the whole family can share it, and everyone can have a piece of compressed biscuit every day.
Thinking of her parents and grandparents, Wang Ziyan stopped eating. She held the chopsticks in her hand with a troubled look in her eyes.
"Zi Yan, what's wrong with you?"
Wang Jianguo had been paying attention to his granddaughter, who was several generations older than him. Seeing that her eating movements had slowed down and she had such an expression, he quickly showed concern.
Wang Ziyan carefully placed the chopsticks on the bowl, organized her words, and spoke tentatively.
"Grandfather, can I bring some food back for my parents and grandparents?"
Wang Jianguo wanted to say that it was no problem, but after all, this shopping mall belonged to Zhang Yuan, and it was not easy for him to interfere.
So, Wang Jianguo looked at Zhang Yuan beside him and asked with a smile, "Xiao Zhang, what do you think we should do?"
Zhang Yuan finished chewing the beef in his mouth before answering, "That's easy. If you want to take your stuff out of the mall, all you have to do is trade with us."
When Wang Ziyan just asked this question, the other four team members stopped eating and pricked up their ears waiting for the answer.
They also wanted to bring some food back to their families.
Hearing Zhang Yuan say this, Qian Fang immediately asked, "Boss Zhang, how should we trade with you?"
It’s fine as long as the deal can be made, but I don’t know if they can afford the price.
Zhang Yuan has already learned the details about the exchange rate of doomsday transactions from 007.
He answered without hesitation, "The supplies in our mall are not expensive. One level one crystal core can be exchanged for about 100 bags of instant noodles, or 30 boxes of self-heating rice."
The material exchange rate for this apocalyptic journey can be said to be very conscientious.
It has been five years since the apocalypse, and people in this world have long been familiar with the zombies' vital points and characteristics.
Ordinary people with better health can use various tools to sneak attack level one zombies and successfully obtain crystal cores.
Therefore, Qian Fang and others were all dumbfounded after hearing what Zhang Yuan said about the exchange rate.
"Oh my god, really? It's so cheap? Can we trade now? Or is there a limit on the trading amount per person?"
Hu Dexu shuddered and asked a long list of questions.
Zhang Yuan patiently replied, "Of course, you can exchange as many crystal cores as you have for supplies, as long as you can hold so many."
"Oh yeah! That's great!!"
Hu Dexu, Lan Xinyuo, and Qiao Haibo exclaimed in unison.
This heaven-dropping pie is such a pleasant surprise.
There is a sapling of hope growing in their hearts.
Perhaps, this so-called supermarket in another world can really help them change the predicament of the end of the world.
even.....
Survive the end of the world?
"Alright, alright, you kids, eat first, we'll deal with the rest later."
Wang Jianguo deliberately frowned and slammed the table in a rough voice.
Qian Fang and the others chuckled and buried their heads in eating frantically.
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