Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies-Chapter 172 - Tomato sauce mixed with preserved eggs

Chapter 172: Tomato sauce mixed with preserved eggs

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Chapter 172: Tomato sauce mixed with preserved eggs

As for Chi Yan, Su Yinhe felt that he should be a bit more formidable than Lin Murong.

Though Chi Yan was a nitpicky person and a bit dramatic, aside from that, he was still good.

Su Yinhe thought she might be a little love-struck, considering that they weren’t even together yet, and she was already seeing things through rose-colored glasses.

But she was quite satisfied with Chi Yan’s face, so if she had a case of the love bug, so be it.

When Lin Murong heard Su Yinhe’s words, he said with all seriousness, “Galaxy, both Brother Chi and I will take good care of you. If anyone dares to harm you, I’ll dig a big pit and bury them.” To prevent them from crawling back out, he’d break their limbs before burying them.

“Okay, thank you. I’ll cook something delicious for you.”

“What?”

“Mustard mixed with preserved eggs.”

“Ah? Ah? Ah! You’re joking, right?!”

“Of course not, I’m not the kind of person who jokes a lot.”

When they got back, Su Yinhe actually made them the mustard mixed with preserved eggs. As for the taste…

Well, it just had to be said that it was quite suitable for weight loss.

“Eating this, you definitely won’t gain weight, right?” Lin Murong ate while crying.

Chi Yan didn’t cry, but his complexion didn’t look that great, as if he might vomit at any second.

Luckily, he didn’t end up vomiting in the end.

“It doesn’t taste good?” This was a dish she had thought up on a whim.

“If it’s so delicious, why don’t you eat it yourself?” Lin Murong issued a soul-searching question.

Su Yinhe: “I had you guys test it for poison. I thought it should taste good, but I was afraid it might be poisonous.”

Su Yinhe declared this with unabashed righteousness.

Lin Murong: “…”

Chi Yan: “…”

So shameless.

Afraid of poison, but gets others to test it.

There’s no such thing.

Today, as usual, it was Lin Murong’s turn to clean.

Cleaning every day, every day cleaning, Lin Murong had already become adept, capable of doing it both quickly and well even with his eyes closed.

If it weren’t for the apocalypse, he could probably be a waiter. With his good looks, the customers would definitely eat a couple more bowls of rice.

As Lin Murong cleaned, he began to chuckle to himself.

“Does he have a problem with his brain?” Su Yinhe watched him for a while and then turned to Chi Yan with the question.

Chi Yan: “I didn’t give birth to him, how would I know?”

“You’ve been with him for so long. You don’t know?”

“Well, our contact is only physical.” Their spirits were not in tune, so he couldn’t tell if Lin Murong’s mind had a problem.

It seemed possible, but to be cautious, he couldn’t directly say so.

“Alright then…”

“Eat some grapes.” Seeing that she wanted to keep asking, Chi Yan brought out a basket of washed grapes and popped one into her mouth.

The grapes were sweet, but that didn’t stop Su Yinhe’s insatiable curiosity.

“I still want to…”

“Eat an apple.” Chi Yan then brought out some sliced apples.

“Lin…”

“Strawberries.”

Chi Yan successfully used a variety of fruits to silence Su Yinhe.

At bedtime, Chi Yan worried that Chen Yuan might send people again, and as usual, he set fine water lines inside and outside the house.

As expected, Chen Yuan sent more people.

The number wasn’t large, but they were skilled.

However, skilled as they were, they encountered the water lines set up by Chi Yan; those water lines, with their tricky angles, were so perplexing that even Chi Yan couldn’t completely guarantee he wouldn’t trip them while entering.

Once they triggered those water lines, Chi Yan pulled Lin Murong into action, and together they went out—not to bury people… ahem, but to drag them.

The courtyard was this big, and they still had to live there for a while, so burying too many people wouldn’t be good.

They’d just break their limbs and throw them out.

The fight ended quickly.

It hadn’t even woken Su Yinhe.

After they finished dragging the bodies, they returned to their room to continue sleeping until the next day when Su Yinhe woke up for breakfast and learned about the incident.

“How many people came last night, last night?”

“Not many, just twelve. Fewer than last time, but they were stronger. Still, they weren’t as strong as the two of us.” As Lin Murong spoke, he felt like bragging again.

“Amazing, amazing.” Su Yinhe was not stingy with his praise, showering Lin Murong and Chi Yan with compliments.

And so, Lin Murong felt like he was floating.

Chi Yan’s ears turned red, too.

To reward them, Su Yinhe whipped up a dish of tomato sauce mixed with century egg today.

Lin Murong: “…”

Chi Yan: “…”

They didn’t really want this kind of reward.

“Eat up, don’t be shy; it’s a new dish I’ve developed.”

“So you’re using us as guinea pigs again?”

Lin Murong felt like crying.

Chi Yan’s hand holding the chopsticks was trembling, too.

“Cough cough, it’s a reward. A reward,” Su Yinhe said, feeling a bit guilty.

“Did you eat it?”

“I… I tried a bit in the kitchen, it wasn’t to my taste, but I thought you guys might like it. Chi Yan, have some more, the tomato sauce is really sweet.”

Faced with this sudden concern, Chi Yan was obviously at a loss, his hand shaking more vigorously.

“Right, right, Brother Chi, you should have some more.” Lin Murong’s mind had never worked as fast as it did now; in nearly three seconds, he came up with a great idea. Then, picking up the plate of tomato sauce mixed with century eggs with his chopsticks, he frantically stuffed Chi Yan’s bowl with it.

Leaving just a tiny bit in the end.

With Chi Yan’s murderous gaze upon him, Lin Murong didn’t dare put the last piece into Chi Yan’s bowl and tearfully ate it himself.

As for the taste.

A weapon for weight loss.

That’s the only way to put it.

Life is always full of various trials.

Chi Yan’s trial was to eat all of the tomato sauce mixed with century eggs.

After finishing everything, Chi Yan felt he had lost his sense of taste.

He didn’t eat any other dishes.

He grabbed a bottle of mineral water and started drinking.

Then he took some mouthwash to rinse.

Continued drinking mineral water.

Mouthwash.

Mineral water.

It was over, but the strange taste remained.

Well, time to brush teeth.

Chi Yan ran off to brush his teeth.

After three times, the taste was still there.

The next meal, the one after that, and even the one after that, he didn’t feel like eating.

Chi Yan became emo.

Seeing this, Su Yinhe felt very guilty and ran to console him.

“Don’t be sad, how about I make you tomato sauce mixed with bitter melon?”

Chi Yan: “…”

“Or tomato sauce mixed with watermelon rind?”

Chi Yan: “Your cooking is delicious, it would be even better if you didn’t insist on innovating.”

“Is that so. My cooking isn’t bad, is it? Then I’ll make you eggplant with salad dressing.” Su Yinhe was joyous.

Chi Yan: “…”

There was no way to communicate.

For five days in a row.

Chi Yan and Lin Murong dragged their feet by night, taste-tested by day.

On the sixth day, Su Yinhe finally gave up trying to innovate.

“I think I really have no talent for this, none of the dishes I create are to your liking,” Su Yinhe sighed, shaking his head.

Expecting them to like dishes that he himself dared not eat.

Lin Murong complained inwardly.

“Galaxy, I think your cooking skills are already very high, no need to try innovating anymore. You’re not aiming to become a master chef.” Galaxy’s innovation, the death of them both!

“That’s what I think too…”

“Then it’s settled.”