Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies-Chapter 230: Pink Shovel

Chapter 230: Pink Shovel

The enthusiastic Murong watched for a while and stopped teasing Fangfang, joining her team to help Song Ya move things.

Song Ya was even more grateful.

She didn’t know what to say, so she just kept saying thank you.

“No need, no need,” Song Ya said as she moved, her steps unsteady to the point that Murong was afraid she’d suddenly collapse.

Fortunately, Song Ya was very strong.

Until the end, she didn’t fall.

Her vision was intermittently going dark, but she bit her teeth and told herself she couldn’t faint, couldn’t faint.

Oh, the rice… If she fainted, what would happen to the rice?

Song Ya was terrified of any mishaps, for then she might lose her precious rice.

The rice was her essential foundation for revenge against Huang Jing and Huang Yu.

Song Ya hadn’t yet figured out how to exact revenge on that despicable pair, but she knew the rice must be safe, and she couldn’t tolerate any mishaps.

After moving all the rice out of the supermarket, Song Ya looked around nearby and, finding nowhere to put it, shamelessly asked Su Yinhe if she could borrow a shovel.

She wanted to dig.

To dig a big hole, temporarily bury the rice, and then find a place to move it in a couple of days.

People in the apocalypse generally have thick skin.

When Song Ya asked, she also threw in some flattery.

She used to take care of Huang Yu, who was picky and liked to be complimented.

Thus, taking care of Huang Yu naturally honed her skill in flattering.

Her flattery was very charming, and Su Yinhe found it very comforting.

Song Ya was flattering her just for a worthless shovel, and Su didn’t need that one shovel either. Pleased, Su Yinhe just gave it to her.

Song Ya was pleasantly surprised, refusing verbally with a “no, no,” but her hands honestly took it.

“Take it, take it. After you dig the hole and bury the goods, you’ll need to dig it up again,” Su Yinhe said. After all, giving away a shovel was nothing; even giving away tens of bags of rice would be okay if she felt like it.

She was the boss, after all. When she was happy, everything was possible.

“Thank you, boss. Boss, you are my…,” Song Ya said as she took the shovel, and more flattery flowed out like it cost her nothing.

“No need, no need. Go and dig your hole,” Su Yinhe waved her off, and Song Ya, holding the shovel, reluctantly went out to dig.

The boss was so good to her, even giving her a pink shovel.

“Is this even a real shovel?” Murong looked at the pink, tender shovel a bit skeptical about life.

He had been in the supermarket for so long and thought he was very familiar with what was sold there.

He had never seen such a tender-looking shovel.

Where on Earth did this pink shovel come from?

“Of course, it’s a real shovel. What are you thinking?” Su Yinhe frowned.

Why had Murong stopped playing with Fangfang and come to ask her such weird, uncomfortable questions?

“It’s nothing, just strange,” Murong was still a bit dazed.

No, this won’t do.

He had to go back to the place where they sold shovels to see if there was a pink one for sale.

Murong left to see the shovels, taking the working Fangfang with him.

Su Yinhe: “…”

Good thing there were no customers at the moment, otherwise she’d have had a few choice words to say.

How dare they try to lure away her employee.

Unbelievable.

After giving away the pink shovel, Su Yinhe went back to her seat to continue watching her melodramatic TV show.

Watching the melodrama while enjoying the new desserts made by Chi Yan.

Chi Yan’s hobby was quite endearing to her.

Who could refuse watching melodramas while eating desserts?

Certainly, she could not.

She hadn’t gained weight recently, so she could eat with peace of mind.

Chi Yan also loved feeding her.

Seeing her enjoy his food made him very happy.

And happiness made him bake even more.

Every time he cooked, he made a lot. His space was filled with these dessert cakes, probably enough for two years.

It was already a lot, but Chi Yan couldn’t help himself.

He didn’t want to stop now.

He just liked doing this.

…

Lin Murong, holding Fangfang, found a place selling shovels, with many types of shovels, all in very standard colors.

There was no pink at all.

So…

Where did Su Yinhe get that pink shovel from?

It was very important to him.

Because he wanted one too.

But he couldn’t find it, couldn’t find it at all.

Lin Murong searched over and over again and still couldn’t find a pink shovel.

So, he continued on his way, looking dispirited, still holding Fangfang.

“What’s wrong? You look so gloomy,” Su Yinhe, after finishing an episode of a melodramatic series, looked up to see Lin Murong’s despondent appearance.

“Nothing,” Lin Murong shook his head vaguely, still holding Fangfang.

“What do you mean nothing? Nothing what?” Su Yinhe felt he was being weird.

“There’s no pink shovel. Not at all, Su Yinhe, you’ve deceived my feelings,” Lin Murong said and suddenly became agitated, his voice rising.

Chi Yan heard the word “feelings,” and it was about Su Yinhe; though he wasn’t there initially, he suddenly appeared.

Just standing beside them.

Su Yinhe was confused. What feelings? What the heck? She deceived Lin Murong’s feelings? Her? Lin Murong?

“No, you… I gave you all the Crawfish you washed. Could it be because you ordered claypot rice yesterday and I didn’t agree?” Su Yinhe asked cautiously.

Lin Murong shook his head sadly.

What claypot rice, was he someone who would get upset over food?

“Then… then it must be because I refused to give you pigeon soup…”

Lin Murong continued to shake his head, looking very sorrowful.

Su Yinhe just couldn’t understand him.

Su Yinhe still didn’t understand why he was so sad.

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“So…”

“You lied to me, there’s no pink shovel for sale.”

Su Yinhe: “???”

Su Yinhe was exasperated.

What even is this?

Lin Murong, this… idiot.

She couldn’t help it anymore.

Damn it.

It was all because of Lin Murong, she didn’t want to curse, but it made her seem like she had no manners.

Hmph.

“When did I ever tell you there were pink shovels for sale?” Su Yinhe asked, struggling against the impulse to hit him.

“Not at all?” Lin Murong was still very sad.

“No. Think carefully, when did I say there were any for sale?” Su Yinhe really wanted to hit someone now.

Lin Murong was confused, he thought carefully about what Su Yinhe had said before, and realized…

She really never mentioned it…

“Ah! I’m sorry, I was wrong,” Lin Murong cried out, realizing his mistake and just as he tried to turn and run, Su Yinhe stopped him.

“Come on, I was almost wronged by you, now you cleaning up isn’t too much to ask, right?” The supermarket wasn’t actually dirty, but Su Yinhe just wanted to bother him.

Lin Murong: “…”

Woo-woo-woo…

He was making a fuss over nothing, he deserved to be punished.

Lin Murong went to clean up, looking pitiful and still holding Fangfang.

No pink shovel, and now he had to clean.

Woo-woo-woo…

He was so unlucky.