Song Jinhe's threat was indeed quite effective. Even though the survivors downstairs knew about her and Cheng Qianhuai's existence, no one dared to go upstairs to provoke them.
Perhaps sensing that the heavy rain was not stopping, Cheng Qianhuai went out early in the morning and returned home late every day to search for supplies. At the same time, he also brought some to her. The two of them lived a relatively peaceful life.
The boring life of lying down in the apocalypse went by very quickly, and a full month passed. Song Jinhe exercised every day and even developed a light vest line, and also gained a lot of experience in farming.
Cheng Qianhuai went out to search for supplies every day. Although he was stained once in the process, he always returned with a full load. Seeing that the food and fresh water he should stock up were already in place, he was finally in the mood to rest at home.
Looking at the soybean sprouts growing happily at home, his mind moved, he picked up a bag and knocked on the door of 1802.
Now the temperature has dropped to below zero, and the highest temperature during the day does not exceed 5℃. Song Jinhe is also wrapped in a military coat at home, looking a bit funny because of his chubby shape.
"The bean sprouts you gave my soybeans are growing well. I'll bring some here for you to eat."
He shook the bag in his hand, but Song Jinhe waved his hand: "You can keep it for yourself. I'm not good at cooking and it won't taste good if it's fried. It's all a waste."
She usually eats bean sprouts cooked in hot pot base, so that they are delicious, and they are many times more delicious than those she stir-fries.
"It's okay. The food I made is delicious. Why don't you come to my house for lunch? I'll give you some fried pancakes. They're very fragrant. They can also be paired with fried bean sprouts to clear your mouth."
Song Jinhe swallowed his saliva. The fried pancakes were delicious. The last time he ate them, his mother made them for her when she was heating oil.
The skin is so crispy and crispy that even if it is eaten without side dishes, as a child she could eat the entire pancake in her arms.
After hesitating for a moment, she didn't want to wrong herself, so she decided to go to 1801 for lunch shamelessly.
"Wait for me for a while, I'll be there in 10 minutes."
After Song Jinhe sent Cheng Qianhuai away, he entered the space to pick things. Finally, he chose a 10-pound bag of rice, 10 round eggs, and a bottle of medical alcohol.
Cheng Qianhuai would always be targeted when he went out to search for supplies. The last time he came back injured, it was not bad to give him a bottle of alcohol for disinfection.
Song Jinhe came to eat with a gift. 1801 was already filled with the aroma of oil. The rolled dough was of moderate thickness and slid down the edge of the pan into the oil pan. It didn't take long to see the skin turn golden. After controlling the oil, it touched the wall of the bowl. It actually made a clicking sound.
Song Jinhe swallowed her saliva. She couldn't even imagine how delicious it was.
Seeing that the fried cakes had been piled up into a small mountain, which was enough for the two of them to eat, Cheng Qianhuai stopped, poured the oil into the oil can, and started frying the soybean sprouts in a pot soaked in oil.
I added some chili pepper and some vinegar, and then turned off the heat and took it out after the aroma from the stir-fry over high heat exploded.
A plate of vegetables seemed too shabby, so he found two more packets of mustard and squeezed them into the bowl, which made it even more delicious when paired with fried pancakes.
Song Jinhe put on gloves and ate the cake directly. Although the taste was still different from her mother's, she couldn't bear the fact that Cheng Qianhuai's craftsmanship was so good that she couldn't stop at all.
She ate three pieces of such a big cake before stopping. All the pickled mustard and fried bean sprouts on the table had been wiped out, and both of them were very satisfied.
"I see that you didn't go out today. Have you stocked up enough supplies and won't go out in a short time?"
Song Jinhe rubbed his belly and spoke, but suddenly realized that his question was not quite right.
After the end of the world, it is taboo for people to inquire about the amount of supplies. After all, there are always those black-hearted people who know the news and come to rob them.
She asked Cheng Qianhuai...
Just as she was regretting it, she saw Cheng Qianhuai standing up and waving to her: "Come here."
Song Jinhe suppressed the regret in his heart and stood up with him, but watched him walk to the door of a room.
The scene inside after opening the door surprised her.
The house was filled in an orderly manner with food, water and various medicines. The layout of Cheng Qianhuai's home should be similar to hers, so this was the master bedroom with the largest area, and it was already filled with supplies.
"This is basically my warehouse. Food, water, and medicine are all stored here."
After speaking, he opened the door of another room, which contained diesel fuel, various mechanical parts, and even two large generators.
The house was divided into an area near the window, which he filled with soil. There was a special light shining on the side, making the inside of the house appear brighter than the outside.
"This is considered a utility room, but I have also specially divided the planting area. The seedlings include spinach, potatoes and cabbage. When they grow, you can come and eat them."
He smiled and said: "These things are enough to last me a long time. I have already raided places close to Jinyuan Belvedere. If I still want to stock up, I may have to go farther."
But the weather is really bad, and accidents are easy to happen if we run far away, and we will be doomed if we can't come back. "
Song Jinhe looked at these things and felt a little touched. He showed her all his trump cards without any reservation.
"You are pretty good. Ordinary people would have to spend a lot of time and energy to find so many supplies."
Song Jinhe gave him a thumbs up, his eyes full of admiration.
If she were asked to look for supplies, she wouldn't be able to get so many things in a month. Of course, this would be without space.
Cheng Qianhuai looked at her thumbs up and smiled, with an imperceptible blush on his fair face.
"I see that you haven't gone out to look for supplies. If you don't have enough, you must tell me."
His expression was very serious, but Song Jinhe suddenly realized his biggest flaw.
She has only gone out once with Cheng Qianhuai since the end of the world. No matter how many supplies a normal person has at home, it is impossible for them to survive for more than a month without water and electricity, right?
Although the daily mileage was helpful to her, the amount of supplies was not enough for her to survive for a full month.
Cheng Qianhuai didn't have any intention of exploring her too much, but the same could not be said for the other survivors.
She couldn't help but take a breath. If Cheng Qianhuai hadn't been out searching for supplies every day to provide her with cover, the other survivors might have begun to wonder how she managed to hold on for so long.
Song Jinhe rubbed her temples. For the first time, she was so glad that Cheng Qianhuai was sealed on the 18th floor, otherwise she would have been exposed a thousand times.
She raised the corners of her lips and smiled stiffly: "The remaining supplies are indeed not too much. I will go out to find something to restock after a while.
I can't rely on you to survive in the end of the world, right? "
After saying that, she stood up and left, her back looking a little like she was running away.
Cheng Qianhuai sat back on the sofa and poured himself a glass of water. He was not a fool. On the contrary, he was much smarter than ordinary people.
Otherwise, he would not have built his own business empire from scratch from a poor boy.
He knew there was a secret about Song Jinhe, but he didn't want to reveal it or explore it.
