Chapter 2.002 Stockpiling Supplies
The next morning, Chi Yingdong got up early to prepare to go out and purchase supplies.
With only 14 days left until the end of the world, every minute and every second is precious and cannot be wasted.
In the pink cat bed under the floor-to-ceiling window, Meng Qinghe curled up into a round pancake and slept soundly.
Seeing that the kitten was still asleep, Chi Yingdong deliberately made his footsteps as soft as possible, but the footsteps still woke the kitten from its dream.
After a whole night of mental struggle, Meng Qinghe has gradually come to accept the bizarre fact that he has turned into a cat.
Seeing Chi Yingdong wearing a simple gray sweatshirt, bending down to change his shoes, looking like he was about to go out, Meng Qinghe instantly perked up.
She rushed to Chi Yingdong's feet, grabbed his trouser leg with her little paws, and clumsily but persistently climbed up.
Meng Qinghe was unsure whether Chi Yingdong should take her out with him or brush her claws away and leave her at home.
She was still determined to take the gamble.
After all, she wasn't a real kitten and didn't want to be kept at home all the time.
She also wanted to explore this new world.
"Baby, do you want to go out with me?"
Chi Yingdong looked down at the kitten on his trouser leg, his tone gentle but with a hint of hesitation.
She picked up the kitten and gently stroked its back.
In my mind, terrifying images of the apocalypse played frame by frame.
If the kitten had adapted to the outside environment sooner, would it have avoided nearly dying from stress like in its previous life, and suffering unnecessary pain?
With this in mind, Chi Yingdong decided to take the kitten with him when he went out.
Chi Yingdong carried the kitten down to the underground parking lot. The kitten stayed obediently in his arms the whole way, and Chi Yingdong secretly sighed that his baby was really well-behaved.
After opening the back door and placing the kitten on the seat, Chi Yingdong picked up the seatbelt, hesitating whether or not to buckle it on the kitten.
Meng Qinghe stared blankly at the seatbelt.
Do kittens need to wear seat belts in cars?
Chi Yingdong also had some doubts, but she remained calm and, adhering to the principle of safety first, she still fastened her seatbelt.
I heard the sound of the seatbelt locking.
Meng Qinghe thought to herself, "So cats really do need to wear seat belts when riding in a car."
After fastening the kitten's seatbelt, Chi Yingdong returned to the driver's seat, started the engine, and the car slowly drove away from the underground parking lot.
Meng Qinghe initially watched the scenery rushing past the window with great interest, secretly confirming that this world was roughly the same as her original world.
But as time went on, Meng Qinghe stiffly moved his arm, staring blankly at the back of the seat in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh at how tiring it was to travel by car.
The kitten's bottom is sore from sitting on it!
What's worse is that the kitten doesn't have a phone, so it can't play on it to pass the time and can only sit there staring blankly.
"We've arrived."
Meng Qinghe felt that Chi Yingdong's voice was simply heavenly.
With a "click," the seatbelt was unbuckled, and before Meng Qinghe could react, Chi Yingdong had already bent down and lifted her out of the car.
Meng Qinghe was prepared to be carried by Chi Yingdong the whole way. She secretly found a comfortable position to relax her body and leaned on him wholeheartedly.
However, all that was heard was a light laugh from Chi Yingdong, who then lifted his arm and placed her steadily on his shoulder.
The feeling of being suspended in mid-air made Meng Qinghe subconsciously raise his paw to support Chi Yingdong's head to prevent himself from falling.
Chi Yingdong was amused by the kitten's flustered appearance. He turned his head slightly to look at the kitten, his eyes seemingly filled with a hint of pride and doting affection.
"How's this spot? Great view, right?"
The kitten pretended not to understand, but secretly thought this person was wicked.
Meng Qinghe leaned against Chi Yingdong's head, curiously looking around. This was a large-scale farmers' market, bustling with people and lined with stalls.
The kitten wondered, "What are you doing here?"
Before the kitten could figure it out, Chi Yingdong walked through the bustling crowd and headed straight for the market manager's office at the very back.
After three knocks, a voice came from inside the house: "Come in."
Chi Yingdong pushed open the door and said to the person inside, "Uncle Chen, it's been a long time."
"It's Xiaodong! Come, come, sit down."
Uncle Chen didn't recognize Chi Yingdong at first, but once he saw her face clearly and remembered who she was, he immediately greeted her warmly.
Before the plane crash, Chi's parents had helped Uncle Chen.
This personal favor was the main reason why Chi Yingdong chose to come to this market. Having someone help him was much easier than searching for sources of goods on his own.
"Uncle Chen, I'm here today to ask you for help. You've been running the farmers' market for so many years, you know the whole market like the back of your hand. You know who has good goods and who doesn't. I need a batch of goods right now."
As Chi Yingdong spoke, he took out his list and said, "Please buy all the items on this list for me. I only want the best quality items. If you get the job done, I will pay you an extra 500,000 yuan as a reward."
Meng Qinghe leaned on Chi Yingdong's shoulder, and she could see the words on the list clearly.
The list was densely packed with all sorts of supplies, from rice, flour, and cooking oil to canned food and dried goods, and even medicines, daily necessities, cat litter, and cat toys. They needed quite a lot of each item.
The kitten was startled. Why did this scene look like hoarding supplies in the apocalypse?
Meng Qinghe couldn't help but wonder if she had transmigrated into a post-apocalyptic novel.
How is that possible?!
Meng Qinghe quickly denied his conjecture.
It must be because I've been writing a post-apocalyptic story lately; everything I read seems like it's going to end.
Uncle Chen took the list, quickly glanced through it, and mentally calculated how much extra commission he could get from the merchants. His smile became even more sincere. "No problem. May I ask what you're going to do with these?"
"For export trade, I plan to open a large supermarket abroad."
Chi Yingdong said without changing his expression, his tone carrying an undeniable confidence.
Uncle Chen felt the reason was a bit far-fetched, but considering that he had a favor to repay and that he could earn a lot by taking on this order, he didn't ask any more questions.
"The quantity is quite large, and it will take about two and a half days to prepare everything. But where should we send all these things after we have purchased them?"
Before coming, Chi Yingdong had thought about this issue. He calmly gave an address, exchanged a few words with Uncle Chen, and then left the office.
After leaving the farmers' market, Chi Yingdong did not go straight home.
Instead, they went to several large restaurants and booked about a hundred tables at each one.
Just when Meng Qinghe thought it was time to end things, Chi Yingdong went to the snack street and ordered all sorts of snacks and milk tea.
Chi Yingdong was very generous. Although the boss was puzzled by her ordering so many items at once, he swallowed his doubts for the sake of the money.
Having witnessed the entire process, Meng Qinghe's suspicions grew deeper and deeper.
All signs indicate that I have very likely traveled to a post-apocalyptic world.
Meng Qinghe felt a pang of panic, but then she thought that with Chi Yingdong's hoarding of supplies, she was like a female protagonist in a novel who had a personal space.
As the female lead's beloved pet cat, I have no choice but to follow her as she wreaks havoc on all sides.
Meng Qinghe quickly calmed himself down.
Perhaps because he felt that kittens couldn't speak, Chi Yingdong never hid anything from the kittens.
Meng Qinghe quickly confirmed that Chi Yingdong possessed a spatial ability, which made her even more certain that Chi Yingdong was the female lead. After all, how could a supporting character have such an overpowered cheat ability?
Meng Qinghe no longer felt fear about the impending apocalypse.
Imagine the female protagonist wreaking havoc in the apocalypse, making zombies scream, while you, all you need to do is act cute and charming, and you can effortlessly win along the way.
Just thinking about it made Meng Qinghe feel great.
Having returned from the apocalypse, Chi Yingdong knew that to survive in the apocalypse, having supplies was not enough; one also needed the ability to protect those supplies.
Chi Yingdong purchased another batch of fitness equipment, determined to improve his physical fitness through this period of training.
Back home, Chi Yingdong couldn't wait to try out the fitness equipment.
With her back to the kitten, Chi Yingdong changed into a form-fitting yoga outfit. The soft and elastic fabric of the yoga outfit clung tightly to her skin, outlining her shapely figure.
When Meng Qinghe saw Chi Yingdong changing clothes, she pretended to cover her eyes with her furry little paws, but her round eyes peeked curiously through her fingers.
She couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "No wonder she's the female lead. Her face is so cute, but her figure doesn't match her face at all."
The kitten lay lazily on the ground, watching Chi Yingdong run. Its gaze fell on the sweat on the tip of Chi Yingdong's nose, and it saw the water droplets slowly falling down. "He's really working hard!"
Looking down at its paws, which were no bigger than a ping-pong ball, the kitten felt a sudden surge of fighting spirit.
Reaching the sandbag, the kitten gathered its strength in its hind legs, leaped up, and threw a powerful punch at the sandbag with its right arm.
However, the imagination is rich, but the reality is harsh.
Its little paws didn't even touch the edge of the sandbag, and the cat almost stumbled because it used too much force.
Meng Qinghe: ...
The air seemed to freeze, and time stood still at that moment.
Meng Qinghe felt her face burning; she was humiliating herself...
The kitten's head drooped, and its ears drooped down.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Chi Yingdong didn't have time to pay attention to her. Without changing her expression, the little cat stood up, took small steps, found a sunny corner, curled up into a ball, closed her eyes, and pretended to sleep.
For several days in a row, Chi Yingdong went out to purchase supplies in the morning, went to the warehouse at noon to store the supplies in his spatial storage, and went home in the evening to start training.
Meng Qinghe gradually lost interest in going out, mainly because traveling by car was too tiring for the cat.
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