Chapter 10 The world is dangerous, but she is safe.
The extended cubic meter space on the second floor was filled to the brim with rice, weighing a full 1,600 jin (approximately 800 kg).
If you eat a pound a day, it will last for 1,600 days, which is more than four years.
It gives me a great sense of security.
On the second floor, five hundred kilograms of flour, fifty ten-liter barrels of cooking oil, and five hundred bags of salt occupied half the space.
The other half of the space, including the cabinets, was filled with all sorts of seasonings.
Meng Shiwan was very good at arranging things. There was no unnecessary packaging or any large gaps. Everything was packed full and tightly packed.
She would stuff a red date into even the smallest gap, no bigger than a thumb.
Anyway, she has plenty of time now and can sort things out slowly.
A few years after the apocalypse, even a single red date is quite precious.
The refrigerator has four cubic meters of expanded space: one cubic meter for cooked food, one cubic meter for desserts, one cubic meter for various meats, and one cubic meter for fish and seafood.
One cubic meter of meat or seafood weighs approximately 1,900 jin (650 kg).
Excluding cooked food and desserts, the remaining two cubic meters of meat and seafood weighed nearly four thousand kilograms.
She and Ta Xue can eat for several years.
The expanded two-cubic-meter purified water tank is filled with mineral water.
The one-cubic-meter medicine cabinet was also completely full.
Under the U-shaped sofa are cat food and various clothes I got from an outdoor gear store.
The space under the coffee table in the middle of the sofa was crammed with all sorts of packaged snacks and small drinks.
On the empty passenger seat, there were two sets of winter coats below and several storage boxes stacked on top, containing daily necessities such as shampoo, shower gel, and laundry detergent.
These bottles can last a long time, so you don't need to stock up on so many when space is limited.
At the back of the car in the corridor, there were several boxes of drinks stacked up, all of which were the soft drinks that Meng Shiwan liked to drink.
It's already 1 a.m., but she's not sleepy at all. On the contrary, she's getting more and more excited and addicted to stocking up.
Meng Shiwan moved a high stool and sat in front of the cabinet.
The range hood above the cabinet is working, and a small soup pot on the induction cooker below is bubbling away. Inside is a spicy hot pot broth, with slices of meat and meatballs bobbing up and down, looking very tempting.
Around the table were vegetables and sliced meat for hot pot, as well as a roast chicken missing a leg.
A six-inch fruitcake, and a glass with water droplets hanging from it, filled with bubbly, clear soda.
These are all things that Meng Shiwan just took out of the supermarket.
She would never eat her own food if there was food around.
"Treading Snow, eat, sleep, and tomorrow we'll continue killing zombies and searching for crystal cores."
She has a lot of things to stock up on: fruits, vegetables, ice cream, milk tea, and more.
When it's extremely hot, eating an ice cream and drinking an iced milk tea is simply the best thing ever.
Also, the water tank and fuel tank should be as big as possible.
A small cat-ear bowl with snow-covered ears was placed next to it, filled with fish and shrimp. Without Meng Shiwan even saying anything, it was already standing on the cupboard, eating with great relish.
Looking at the well-behaved cat and the sumptuous late-night snack in front of her, the spicy and fragrant aroma filled her nostrils, and she felt a mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe.
I've been busy ever since I was reborn today, but now that I finally have some time to calm down, I feel a bit dreamy and wistful.
The scenes of hunger, cruelty, and utter lack of dignity in the apocalypse are still vivid in my mind.
Having enough food to last for years is completely different from my previous life.
She popped a bite of hot pot mutton into her mouth, followed by a sip of an iced drink, and Meng Shiwan let out a satisfied sigh.
"So refreshing, so delicious, I want to live this good life forever."
She downed the small drink in her glass in one gulp, then reached under the coffee table and pulled out a bottle of plum wine, pouring it into the crystal-clear ice cubes.
The ice cubes struck the glass as they hit the liquid, producing a crisp, pleasant sound.
Meng Shiwan took a bite of hot pot lamb, a sip of plum wine, and then a bite of a fluffy little cake. She had never felt that happiness could be so simple and pure.
She used to work out and eat clean, healthy food, but after the three years of the apocalypse, she never ate anything decent again.
Having gone through so much and arrived at this point, I feel that nothing is more real than the delicious food in front of me right now.
She didn't turn on her phone. In the quiet of the night, she sat in the warm yellow light of the RV, slowly savoring every bite of food.
The outside world is dangerous, but she is safe.
Only after all the food on the table was gone, leaving not a single vegetable leaf, did Meng Shiwan pat her stomach contentedly, then wash the dishes and clean up the trash.
Finally, take a nice hot bath, change into a plush pajama, and lower the bed on the U-shaped sofa to the height of the coffee table.
She rolled onto the bed, lay down in the soft blankets, and lifted a corner of the blanket. "Ta Xue, come to sleep."
Ta Xue jumped to her side, crawled into the quilt, rested her head on Meng Shiwan's arm, adjusted her position, and slept very comfortably.
Meng Shiwan hugged Taxue and tucked her in. "Xiaozhi, Xiaozhi, turn off all the lights and turn on the air circulation."
The smart voice assistant inside the RV responded, "Yes, master, all lights have been turned off and the air circulation system has been turned on."
The RV was plunged into darkness, and a person and a cat were sleeping soundly in the soft blankets.
Meng Shiwan slept until noon, and was woken up by Ta Xue.
The large, snow-covered figure pressed down on her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.
Meng Shiwan dreamed that she was overwhelmed by zombies and almost knocked Ta Xue over.
Feeling the soft touch beneath her, she snapped out of her daze, pushed Taxue off her, and asked groggily, "What are you doing? Can I sleep a little longer?"
When Ta Xue heard that she still wanted to sleep, she became anxious.
It desperately needs to poop, but its owner hasn't provided a litter box, which is making the cat very anxious.
Seeing that Meng Shiwan was about to fall asleep as soon as she turned over, Ta Xue had a sudden inspiration. She turned her butt towards Meng Shiwan's face and let out a smelly fart.
"ah!……"
Screams erupted inside the RV, startling the survivors hiding in the supermarket. They thought Meng Shiwan, that tough guy, had been eaten by zombies.
"Ta Xue, what did you eat? Why does your fart smell so bad!"
With a roar that followed, the survivors inside the supermarket were somewhat disappointed.
The tough guy didn't die, nor was he eaten by zombies; he was just suffocated by the cat's stinky farts.
Meng Shiwan rolled out of bed, picked up Taxue and rushed into the bathroom, placing it on the toilet.
"I won't need to use the cat litter anymore. I'll learn to use the toilet; it'll be much more convenient."
Ta Xue, who had just made a mistake, dared not resist. She could only clumsily step on the edge of the toilet with her paws and, under Meng Shiwan's gaze, finish pooping and symbolically bury her poop twice.
"This is the flush button. Press the button after you've finished pooping."
Meng Shiwan pulled its paw to perform the operation once.
Ta Xue tilted her head cutely, it was unclear whether she understood or not.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com