Traveling through various miniature worlds with a small restaurant

Chapter 157 Doomsday World 9

When everyone entered the house, they found it simply and warmly furnished, with a dozen tables neatly arranged and chairs wiped clean.

The sound of stir-frying coming from the kitchen made one feel momentarily disoriented.

This is a restaurant, right? It's definitely a restaurant, isn't it?

Ten years after the apocalypse, are people still running restaurants?

Everyone followed Jiang Shuang's instructions and sat down with light steps.

Soon, steaming hot chicken pots were served.

The rich aroma wafts through the air, making one's mouth water.

The chicken is tender and juicy, and the side dishes are plentiful and varied, with soft and sweet potatoes, sweet onions, and crisp celery.

There's also a big bowl of fluffy white rice!

They hadn't had such delicious food in a very, very long time.

No, wait! It's been so long since I've had such a decent meal!

The people at the Kuixing base ate with tears streaming down their faces.

For the past ten years, they have been struggling to survive, gathering plants, hunting, and sometimes fighting wild animals for food with their bare hands, living like wild men.

I almost forgot that ten years ago they also lived a peaceful life, sitting in a bright restaurant, enjoying delicious food.

Now, this meal of chicken stew and white rice seems to transport them back to ten years ago, filling them with countless emotions.

One person, choking back tears as they ate, said, "I never thought I could eat something so delicious in the apocalypse. It's like a dream."

The others nodded, tears welling in their eyes.

In any case, everyone was very satisfied with the meal, and afterwards they picked out quite a few things from the shelves outside.

Lin Xiaoqian was also very satisfied. This time, more than eighty people came, and almost everyone ate a serving of braised chicken. The task was almost one-fifth completed.

Because there is no unified currency, the pricing of chicken pot is like in the primitive world, where people exchange goods they bring with them. However, it is not very expensive, and everyone can easily come and have a meal.

Lin Xiaoqian was in a great mood as she watched Zhuang Damao and Liao Zhuang fly them back in their aircraft again, because Zhou Xing had just told her to pick them up from the base at the same time tomorrow.

This is all business!

Just as I was marveling at this, another business opportunity came in.

Yuan Yuan and her friends were stunned. In just one day, the restaurant entrance had turned into a huge open-air supermarket. Who wouldn't be surprised?

Lin Xiaoqian waved his hand dismissively: "Pick whatever you like, feel free to choose."

That's incredibly generous!

However, Yuan Yuan and her group came again with the same four or five people as yesterday. Considering that Yuan Yuan's base had a population of three or four hundred, Lin Xiaoqian sincerely suggested, "Do you need a car to pick you up and drop you off? We can exchange for more supplies!"

When they saw the returning aircraft, Yuan Yuan and the others were speechless with astonishment.

Yes! Of course I want it!

While it's still early and the base isn't too far from here, let's bring more people and supplies to exchange for resources.

Before Zhuang Damao and Liao Zhuang even disembarked from the aircraft, they took Yuan Yuan and the others back to their base.

As the aircraft gradually disappeared into the distance, Lin Xiaoqian turned around and returned to the restaurant, plunging headfirst into the kitchen.

This time at least another hundred or eighty people should come, so we need to prepare the food!

Unexpectedly, yet predictably, in addition to dozens of people, Boss Huang, the leader of Yuan Yuan's base, also came.

If you're talking about successful entrepreneurs, they'd start by praising Lin Xiaoqian and the others as great people who, like philanthropists, donated a lot of supplies to help everyone get through the difficult times.

Finally, they lavish praise on their aircraft, subtly probing Lin Xiaoqian and her companions' identities.

In fact, Boss Huang had a vague suspicion that Lin Xiaoqian and his group might be from the capital.

Although the apocalypse came unexpectedly, with communications and transportation all cut off overnight, Mr. Huang had a satellite phone. After contacting a friend in the capital, he learned that the country had been trying to rebuild their homes.

In the years leading up to the apocalypse, humanity was struggling to survive and couldn't afford to worry about these things. But in recent years, everyone has adapted to post-apocalyptic life, and rebuilding our homes is only a matter of time.

However, given the current situation, the reconstruction work is complex and arduous, requiring a large amount of manpower and resources.

Moreover, there are now thousands of bases of all sizes across the country, and it is not so easy to gather them together in the capital.

Boss Huang's idea is to connect with the capital. He has several hundred people on his side, and we are all from the same country. It wouldn't be too much to ask for some support and supplies. I will be the first to respond to the call to rebuild our homes.

Anyway, this Mr. Huang just wants to get something from the government for free.

Lin Xiaoqian had no idea what Boss Huang was thinking, but she maintained a mysterious smile no matter what he said.

The more Mr. Huang probed, the more uncertain he became.

After eating braised chicken and exchanging supplies, Boss Huang boarded the aircraft, feeling greatly disappointed.

The capital city is so stingy, they won't give you anything for free!

Touching the seat under my bottom, I thought, "This aircraft is really great. It's convenient and fast. I heard it can even be charged by solar power. I really want to own one."

After thinking for a long time, Mr. Huang clapped his hands and said, "I won't give it away for free, I'll buy it!"

The next day, after breakfast, Zhuang Damao and Liao Zhuang each piloted a flying vehicle, one to Kuixing Base and the other to Hope Base where Yuan Yuan was located.

Lin Xiaoqian and Jiang Shuang put the shelves they had put away the night before back up, added some new items, and sat on the deck chairs at the restaurant entrance waiting for customers to arrive.

Breathing in the fresh air of the great forest, Lin Xiaoqian stroked the baby who was snuggling against her affectionately, and the baby made a gurgling sound comfortably.

She chatted with Jiang Shuang every now and then, "I wonder when Mo Ying will be back?"

Jiang Shuang said nonchalantly, "If he can't come back, so be it. At worst, we'll come back to this world to pick him up next time."

Anyway, Xiaoqian has a GPS tracker, so he can go back to any world he's been to.

As they were talking, they heard some noises on the right side of the restaurant, so the two of them quickly got up and walked towards one side of the restaurant.

Liu Zi, along with his elder brother Shen Yimin, traveled 500 kilometers and finally found this place.

There was an aircraft parked on the open ground to the right of the restaurant; it could be seen at a glance as it emerged from the bushes.

Liu Zi's mouth dropped open in surprise: "Big brother, is this an airplane?"

Shen Yimin reached out and touched it. The cold metallic feel and smooth outer shell, although the shape was not quite the same as the airplane in his memory, it was clearly a means of transportation that could take to the air.

He felt much more relaxed; someone who had such a thing must have farm tools.

He touched the small package hanging on his chest, which contained the results of his years of hard work, hoping to exchange it for what he wanted.

Lin Xiaoqian looked at the two men who were groping the aircraft with a surprised expression.

"Who are you?"

The two men turned around when they heard the sound.

Lin Xiaoqian frowned as she looked at them, feeling that one of them looked familiar. Then she suddenly remembered that this person was the one who had escaped that day, the "Sixth Son" that Li Kuishan had mentioned.

So he glared at Liu Zi and shouted, "It's you! It's you, you old Liu!"