Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Zhang Yi and Ya Gu both fell silent.

How could they possibly eat something like this?

At this moment, Zhang Yi also came up with an idea in a hurry.

He pretended to search his pockets. In winter, people wore thick clothes, such as down jackets with big pockets.

So it wouldn't seem out of place if Zhang Yi took out a few packets of biscuits and bread.

"Thank you for your hospitality. I should be the one treating you to a meal today!"

As Zhang Yi said this, he stuffed the things into Chawangchai's wife's hands, and took out some candies and small breads to give to the children next to them.

When he took out the things, he felt that the whole room became much brighter. Those were the gazes of Chawangchai's family.

Such good things, to them, are like divine objects! They are things that only gods can eat.

Nowadays, they can only survive by digging up the roots and rhizomes of plants, and the life-saving baobab trees in Africa have all frozen to death in the cold temperatures.

"This...this is too valuable!"

Chawangchai's voice trembled with excitement, while the women and children in the family stared at the food in their hands, forgetting everything in the outside world for a moment.

Zhang Yi waved his hand generously and said, "Don't forget, I'm a chef. Making food is not a difficult problem for me!"

Only after he repeatedly emphasized that these things were edible did Chawangchai breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he hurriedly asked his wife to put away the precious food.

Zhang Yi was a little depressed: "Why don't you eat now?"

Chawangchai smiled awkwardly, "Because we don't have any delicious food here, this precious food has to be saved for other guests. Every once in a while, there will be a study group from Pulisang who comes here to learn the Sion spirit."

Ya Gu, who was standing nearby, whispered to Zhang Yi, "They're reluctant to eat these things, Mr. Wu. If they could exchange any bag of bread you gave them for grains on the black market, it would be enough for their family to eat for three days."

What Yagu calls coarse grains are not rough grains, but a mixture of crushed grains, soil and plant roots.

Zhang Yi had no choice but to let it go.

At this moment, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside.

The thick, grimy door curtain was lifted, and a haggard-faced woman walked in. When her eyes met Zhang Yi and Ya Gu, a gleam of light flashed across her face.

"Are these two from Pulisang?"

Zhang Yi smiled and asked, "How do you know?"

The woman smiled flatteringly and said, "Only an adult from Pulisang could wear such clean clothes and look so wealthy."

Zhang Yi wasn't fat, but rather well-proportioned. His face, undented by hunger, was a symbol of wealth.

In Kajie Country, being fat is a form of beauty.

Seeing the woman, Chawangchai walked over cautiously, "Dumeila, what happened when you came here?"

Du Meila then looked at Chawangchai and her tone became cold.

"Oh, your brother is dead. Go deal with it!"

When Chawangchai heard the news of his brother's death, there was not much fluctuation in his eyes.

"Tuku is dead. He must have starved to death."

He gave Zhang Yi and Ya Gu a flattering smile, bowed and said, "I'm sorry, my brother is dead. I'll go take care of it."

Du Meila came over immediately and said, "Go and get busy! I'll take care of these two distinguished guests."

Chawangchai tried to raise his voice, but because of hunger, he seemed unable to shout out loud enough.

"Dumela, I'm the one hosting these two distinguished guests. Stay away!"

Du Meila said unwillingly: "At least, let them go to my house to take a shit!"

Zhang Yi: "..."

He had to admit that he had been speechless more times since coming to Kajie Country than in the previous few years combined.

At one point he thought there was something wrong with his ears.