Reborn: I Stock Up and Bully the Trash to Dominate the Apocalypse

Seeing Qi Mingyu's mind wandering, Grandma Pang asked, "What's wrong, Xiaoyu? What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, Grandma!"

In the evening, Zhong Tiyun really brought a pot of chicken soup with Zhou Shuwan. They added Codonopsis pilosula, red dates, and wolfberries, and skimmed off all the floating oil. It looked very light and not greasy at all, but as soon as the lid was opened, the fragrant and mellow aroma of chicken soup spread in the air.

"Auntie also made you a bowl of noodles in chicken broth, with hydroponic lettuce leaves and canned cherry tomatoes. No spices were added, so it's light and refreshing. You can have a bowl later."

Zhou Shuwan was holding a white porcelain basin, which contained homemade noodles, golden chicken soup, green vegetable leaves, and a few plump tomatoes floating on the surface. Just one look at it made one's mouth water.

Especially for those who haven't seen fruits and vegetables for a long time, this is indeed a rare delicacy.

Grandma Pang also looked over and was pleasantly surprised: "Oh, your family has grown lettuce through hydroponics. And these little tomatoes look so juicy."

"They've just grown, and there aren't many. I'm exploring with my second brother." Zhong Tiyun said with a smile, "Grandma Pang, ask Wanwan to send down a bottle of canned tomatoes later. I pickled a lot during the Chinese New Year."

In fact, to grow lettuce, you just take out the lettuce in the space, cut off the leaves on top, and put the rest into the hydroponic box, and it will grow quickly.

If you start from seeds, it will take some effort.

The tomatoes were also brought out to find an excuse. The Zhou family had just pickled a lot of canned fruits at home in the past two days. Canned peaches, canned apples, canned tomatoes...

Keep it in the refrigerator for a few days and no one can tell when it was made.

Although Grandma Pang also craved the soft fruit, she was not an ignorant child. She knew how precious fruit was at this time and quickly waved her hand to refuse: "No, no, let the two children eat what you made."

"Just one bottle, Grandma Pang, not much." Zhong Tiyun smiled and said, "I don't know how to make tofu either, so I'll trade you two pieces of tofu for a change. I'm tired of eating the same things every day."

Grandma Pang smiled and said, "If you want to eat tofu, just come to me. I was an expert at making tofu back then."

As she spoke, she went to the refrigerator to get tofu, a large bottle of soy milk and a bowl of white tofu pudding.

"I was so anxious when you came this afternoon that I forgot. I made a lot today, originally it was for the two kids."

"Okay, Grandma Pang, I won't be polite with you! Wanwan and Mumu love this tofu pudding with spicy soup, and Dahai also loves it."

Only then did Grandma Pang feel relieved of the uneasiness of taking other people's things for free.

When Zhou Shuwan came to deliver canned tomatoes again in the evening, she finally brought back two bottles of canned yellow peaches.

Canned food is easy to store, so when Qi Mingyu stockpiles supplies, canned food is the most common.

Qi Mingyu recuperated from his injuries for a few days and lived a quiet life.

But the Zhou family was completely the opposite, very lively.

Almost all the people who moved to the resettlement site in the community have returned, but Uncle Zhong’s family has never returned.

Zhong Tiyun was very worried and would go out from time to time to inquire about the situation. However, there were only a few families who had moved to the same resettlement site as Uncle Zhong's family, so she couldn't get any information.

There is also my third aunt's family, with whom I lost contact after the tsunami.

Zhou Jianghai also began to worry about his uncle and his cousins, as they had not visited him once since the end of the world.

Early that morning, the Zhou family sent Mu Mu to Grandma Pang, asking her to take care of him for a day. The three of them went to their third cousin's house together.

Qi Mingyu frowned and said, "The distance between our two families is not that close. Why don't you wait a few more days? I will go with you after I recover from my injury."

Zhou Jianghai waved his hands quickly. "No need, Xiaoyu. How can I trouble you when I have something to do at home? Your aunt and I also practice archery at home every day. Although we are not as good as you and Wanwan, we have made a lot of progress. Besides, we can go there in that motorboat and come back quickly."