Reborn in the Apocalypse: A Commoner's Survival Log

Seeing that no one dared to try it, and fearing that Zhou Yang would be unhappy, Shen Zechuan generously became the first person to try Zhou Yang's culinary disaster.

"Hmm? It's actually quite delicious!"

I just wanted to give my wife a way out, but she was amazed by the taste after just one bite. She even felt like she wanted more, so she couldn't help but take a second bite after I finished speaking.

Seeing this, the second warrior, Lu Xingye, couldn't resist giving it a try. After taking a bite of stinky tofu, his eyes lit up instantly, as if he had discovered a new continent.

"It's so delicious! It smells pungent yet smells amazing, it's so addictive!"

Seeing that even Lu Xingye, a foodie, approved of this stinky hot pot, the others tried it with some skepticism and found that it was indeed quite delicious.

We took turns eating, and soon the stinky stew was completely gone.

It was just too smelly. Xu Qingtang and the other ladies said they couldn't stand it and only took one bite before refusing to touch it again.

After the meal, everyone turned their attention to the cake in the center of the table.

"Come on, birthday boy, cut the first slice and eat the first bite of cake!"

Shen Zechuan pushed the cake in front of Zhou Yang, then took a fruit knife and handed it to her.

It was only then that Zhou Yang truly took a good look at the hemispherical cake that had taken him a whole day to make. It was covered with an irregular layer of cream, sprinkled with black cookie crumbs, and had the words "Happy Birthday" written in chocolate syrup on the side.

While he might have doubted whether this cake could be sold before the apocalypse, it would be incredibly valuable now.

Zhou Yang took the knife and made a cut. Only then did she realize that the ugly-cute cake actually had a hidden surprise inside. In addition to the cake base, there were also lots of fruit pieces inside.

It's a fruit cake?! And there's a good variety of fruits: grapes, oranges, mangoes, watermelons... there must be seven or eight kinds.

No wonder they dragged Chi Feng into it too; it seems they were just pushing things together behind his back.

Zhou Yang cut himself a small piece and took a bite as a gesture, then immediately started sharing the cake with the others.

Because the cake wasn't actually that big, only about 8 inches, it was easily divided among a dozen or so people.

Fortunately, everyone was full, so eating cake was just for fun.

The only one who felt unsatisfied was Lu Xingye, who loved sweets. Although he had sneaked a few bites of the leftovers while making the cake in the afternoon, he was still very hungry and insisted that he also have a birthday cake on his birthday, and that he wanted one for himself.

Everyone was tired after a long day, so after we finished eating the cake, we all left and went home to wash up.

Although we now have two bathrooms at home, there are so many people that we still have to queue to take a shower.

After washing up and returning to his room, Zhou Yang solemnly thanked Shen Zechuan.

In both his past and present lives, he hasn't celebrated his birthday for over a decade, especially with so many people celebrating with him.

"There's no need to thank me. I'll celebrate your birthday every year from now on. But from now on, let's just celebrate by ourselves. With so many people around, and that kid Lu Xingye always causing trouble and stealing food."

Shen Zechuan stretched and threw himself onto the bed.

"Good good!"

Zhou Yang smiled and nodded, then lay down beside him.

Although she had been so angry that she had threatened to make Shen Zechuan sleep on the floor that night, she immediately lost her temper the moment she saw the cake and had completely forgotten about it.

The two lay together and talked for a few more minutes, but somehow the topic of conversation veered off course again.

However, the soundproofing of the house wasn't very good, so Shen Zechuan pulled Zhou Yang back into the space.

The two of them explored the entire area, from waterfalls and mountain streams to secluded paths and then to small orchards.

When they finally returned to the master bedroom of the cabin, Zhou Yang was almost at his limit, but Shen Zechuan still dragged him to watch the roller coaster ride one last time. By the time he finally fell asleep, he had no idea what day it was.

……

In his daze, he felt that his consciousness was constantly hazy and that his whole body was in great pain.

But when he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in a dark corner, with a tattered straw mat beneath him and a dirty, worn-out coat covering him. There were also many eyes around him, glancing in his direction from time to time.

There was a pattering sound in my ears, and when I turned my head, I could see through the gap that it was raining heavily outside.

Raindrops fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, just like the day he died in his previous life...

Thinking of this, Zhou Yang's dazed consciousness instantly cleared up, and when he looked closely at the scene around him, he was startled.

Isn't this the refugee camp I lived in in my previous life? How did I end up here?

Just as he was wondering, he found himself getting up uncontrollably, then quickly packed his bedding, deposited it at the guard post at the door, and then turned around and carried his empty water bucket out the door.

Zhou Yang immediately realized that this was the day he would die. Thinking about what was going to happen, he immediately shouted: "Don't go! Don't go! I'll die!"

Despite his loud shouts, the body seemed unable to hear him at all, and even the people around him did not react.

He then realized that he might be dreaming, and that he was just a spectator who could not change anything, so he could only continue to follow the body.

After months of extreme heat and drought, a rainy day finally arrived. Many people were outside collecting rainwater, and the square was filled with basins and buckets of all sizes. Even relatively flat areas without shelter were occupied by people.

Helpless, "he" could only continue walking in the rain. He walked until he reached a relatively remote corner and found an empty space that no one had visited yet. After putting the bucket on the ground, he took shelter in a dilapidated house that provided shelter from the rain and allowed him to keep an eye on the bucket to prevent it from being stolen.

The waiting time was incredibly long and boring, so "he" took out the jade pendant from his neck and began to mourn his parents.

Zhou Yang was indeed sweating bullets. He remembered that it was right here that he was targeted by those robbers.

So he turned around and looked around. Sure enough, through the broken window behind him, he saw four thugs walking this way.

Then he started yelling again: "Damn it! Stop looking! Put the pendant away!"

Unfortunately, the body showed no reaction whatsoever, still staring blankly at the jade pendant.

Meanwhile, the four thugs had already reached the back window.

They hadn't paid much attention to the person inside who was dressed in tattered clothes and taking shelter from the rain, but when one of them glanced over, he caught a glimpse of the jade pendant and immediately stopped in his tracks.

"Hey, that guy looks like he has some jade. Shall we snatch it and take a look?"

The group exchanged glances, their interest piqued. They looked at the man at the back of the line, and seeing no objection, they all climbed through the window. The man at the front even brandished a knife.

Upon hearing the sound, the body realized it was being watched and hurriedly put away the jade pendant, but it was too late.