Chapter 17 The Wind Rises
Qiao Lan couldn't help but patted Xiao Tang on the shoulder, "Good brother."
It's more than just tens of thousands of dollars. In the last life, at the end of the world, Xiao Tang even gave her his life.
"Okay, go ahead and do it."
Qiao Lan instructed two chefs.
Without hesitation, I used Xiao Tang’s mobile phone to scan the code to pay for the meal.
The two chefs were very happy because they got a commission when the guests bought extra high-end ingredients for their meals.
So he used his skills seriously and made delicious sushi one after another with all kinds of high-end fresh products to satisfy the appetites of Qiao Lan and the other two.
After the sushi, there are snacks to accompany the meal.
Then there's the Italian soup.
And then there are desserts.
As well as salad, red wine, crackers and so on.
A fine meal that combines East and West.
The fresh and exquisite ingredients really tasted delicious.
There is indeed a difference between a mouthful of food that costs 500 yuan and a mouthful of food that costs 50 cents.
When the three of them had a satisfying meal, Xiao Tang still had more than 20,000 yuan left in his account.
If this happened in a normal society, Qiao Lan would not be willing to squander Xiao Tang's savings, and would also want to help Xiao Tang make more money so that he could find a girlfriend, buy a house, get married and live a happy life.
But when the end of the world comes, if you don’t spend the money, it will all be wasted.
It’s worth it only when you eat it and enjoy it.
"Thank you for your hard work."
While Qiao Lan was thinking about how to spend the remaining 20,000 yuan and what to enjoy next, he gave the two chefs a tip and asked them to leave.
The chefs were polite and bowed as they pushed their carts away.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if you need any help, we're here 24 hours a day. We can also serve you breakfast tomorrow. In addition to international cuisine, we also specialize in Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, and Sichuan cuisine. Cantonese-style morning tea is delicious. I wonder if you would be interested."
"Oh, really?"
Qiao Lan's mind moved.
Looking at the two chefs in clean white uniforms, who looked clean and energetic, he asked, "Are you proficient in both Chinese and Western cuisine?"
The older chef said, "I wouldn't say I'm proficient, but I probably know a little bit. My ancestors inherited the royal culinary skills, and my father prepared banquets from both the north and south. This one next to me is my son, who learned cuisine from various regions while studying abroad."
It turns out they are father and son, no wonder their eyebrows and eyes look a bit similar.
Qiao Lan asked, "Who else is in your family?"
"It's just the two of us, father and son. My wife passed away early, and my son hasn't married yet," the old chef said frankly with a smile. "When we save enough money, we plan to open a private restaurant. Then we can marry our son off, and we can pass on our craft and live a good life as a family."
The young chef secretly reminded his father to stop chattering to the guests. Guests in high-end hotels generally don’t like talkative waiters, right?
Qiao Lan smiled rather than getting annoyed, nodding repeatedly: "Very good. Then, you can come and make breakfast tomorrow morning."
"OK!"
The father and son respectfully said goodbye and left.
Qiao Lan thought, why should I open a private restaurant and get married to live a normal life? It’s the end of the world, so why not come and work for me?
I have collected so many ingredients in the space, and I am ready to enjoy them in the apocalypse.
She is a good cook and the food she makes is delicious, but no matter how good her skills are, they are only at the home cooking level and cannot be compared with those of a top chef. Everyone has their own expertise.
If I were to bring along a chef who is proficient in Chinese and foreign cuisine, both northern and southern cuisine...
Wouldn’t that elevate life to a higher level?
Find out about the other party's family situation. It should be simple and clean, just a father and son, without any other burdens. This is the best way, it will be convenient to take them with you and you can afford to support them.
The living room of the room is equipped with high-end audio-visual equipment. After eating and drinking, Qiao Lan felt sleepy.
I found a healing movie with a slow pace, simple plot, and beautiful pictures, and watched it with the lights off.
It's called something like "Little Forest"? The female lead looks a bit like Brother Coat.
If you don't understand the language and don't read the subtitles, it's quite hypnotic.
Lying on the soft sofa, covered with a blanket, watching a movie, I fell asleep unknowingly.
Xiao Li and Xiao Tang also fell asleep on the sofa and bed respectively.
This day of purchasing was really busy and tiring, and several people slept soundly.
On the projection screen, a turquoise landscape shrouded in mist, while beautiful music flowed gently. The air-conditioned room was perfectly warm. A large cluster of flowers bloomed in a vase on the coffee table, releasing a sweet and soft fragrance.
The environment is so comfortable.
Qiao Lan was smiling in her dreams, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.
The conditions in the apocalypse were so terrible that she hadn't enjoyed such comfort for a long, long time.
When I woke up, it was already bright outside.
Qiao Lan slept soundly, feeling very comfortable all over. She stretched and yawned.
The retro wall clock showed the time, almost eleven o'clock.
Xiao Li and Xiao Tang were already awake and were standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, talking about something.
"Are you hungry? Ask the chef to make breakfast?"
Qiao Lan stood up and went to the water dispenser to get a glass of warm water.
The mineral water processed by the high-end purified water dispenser is clear with a hint of sweetness, which is much better than the unpalatable and toxic dirty water in the apocalypse.
"Sister Lan, you're awake! Why are you still eating breakfast? Look outside!" Xiao Li looked panicked.
Qiao Lan held the water cup and walked to the window while drinking water.
Looking out the floor-to-ceiling window, half of the city was in ruins.
Many buildings collapsed, roads tilted, overpasses were damaged, and roadside trees were scattered all over the place. A scene that only appeared in doomsday movies was suddenly presented.
"The wind started at three or four in the morning and was blowing all over the city. Online news said that several neighboring cities and other coastal provinces also experienced strong winds of varying degrees," said Xiao Tang.
He woke up once in the middle of the night and vaguely heard the howling of the wind outside, but he fell asleep again because he was too sleepy.
I just woke up ten minutes ago to Xiao Li's exclamation, and found that my phone was exploding with messages. My Moments, various group chats and social media were all filled with news and videos about the strong wind.
In many videos, the victims were covered in blood and the scenes were horrific.
The entire residential building collapsed, crushing the sleeping residents underneath. This kind of big news that can shock the whole country happened so many times overnight that it made people numb.
Apps like Weibo and Tik Tok crashed several times, and crashed again after emergency repairs, because there were too many people posting messages and comments, and even the most powerful servers could not handle it.
In some storm-stricken areas, authorities launched emergency rescue operations, with truckloads of supplies and disaster relief teams rushing in.
In some areas, rescue operations could not be carried out at all because the strong winds continued to blow and vehicles would be overturned on the road.
For example, City C now.
The wind is still blowing.
Looking down from the window, there was a strong wind and dust everywhere. About one-fifth of the buildings had collapsed, and many of the remaining ones were also crumbling.
It’s the same situation that Qiao Lan encountered in his previous life.
There was no one on the street, and anyone who dared to go out at this time was blown away.
But there were corpses, tumbling and rolling in the wind, rising and falling, and no one knew where they came from. There was no sign of life.
Looking down from a high building, the corpse looked very small, like a stick of firewood or a big insect.
No matter what you do in your life, no matter how glorious you are, no matter how many dreams you have yet to realize, no one can escape once the storm comes.
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