Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies
Chapter 360: He has become unlike himself.

Chapter 360: He has become unlike himself.

He had changed.

But he did it willingly.

He was willing to change for Su Yinhe.

He was very happy.

The longer Su Yinhe spent with Chi Yan, the more she thought there was something wrong with him. But she liked it, really liked it.

After trying to make dumplings, Lin Murong wanted to try making steamed buns.

But Su Yinhe was not getting involved this time, she liked dumplings, but wasn’t much into steamed buns.

If she wasn’t involved, naturally Chi Yan wouldn’t be either. So for the time being, it was just him alone.

Lin Murong had initially thought to get Fangfang to join him, so he wouldn’t feel too lonely making them by himself.

But Fangfang wasn’t silly, it was a robot, didn’t need to eat, nor could it eat.

If it went to help make steamed buns, and then couldn’t eat them, it wouldn’t believe Lin Murong’s nonsense again, whatever that stuff about taking pictures for Xiao Hua was.

Pfft.

Given their skill set, the steamed buns they’d make were bound to be ugly, without a doubt.

They’d look terrible in pictures, and it didn’t want to harm Xiao Hua’s eyes.

In the end, Lin Murong was the only one left.

Lin Murong was mad, huffing and puffing. Fine, he’d do it himself, he’d definitely make perfect steamed buns.

What was the first step to making steamed buns again?

Oh, knead the dough.

First, add water to the flour...

Lin Murong was huffing and puffing, searching everywhere for a guide, before he finally managed to knead the dough properly, a predictably large lump of dough.

Dough at the ready, next was to prepare the fillings for the steamed buns.

Lin Murong thought he was a fair man, he needed to be impartial, ready to prepare plentiful fillings.

Tomato and egg, chives and egg, pork, pork and spring onion, cucumber and egg, pork and vermicelli, milk and pickled vegetable...

Each steamed bun had a different filling.

This time Lin Murong was serious, and he really did manage to make the steamed buns all by himself.

Once he finished, he excitedly ran off to find Su Yinhe and Chi Yan, carrying the steamed buns.

"Come on, Galaxy, taste my handiwork. Chi Yan, you try one too." Lin Murong handed each of them a steamed bun.

Su Yinhe looked at the steamed bun in her hands, then exchanged glances with Chi Yan.

"Thanks. What’s the filling?" Given Lin Murong’s history of dipping dumplings in tomato sauce, Su Yinhe felt the need to ask a few more questions.

"Don’t worry, it’s not tomato sauce filling," said Lin Murong, his face darkening, "Galaxy, what do you take me for?"

"Alright, I’ll trust you this time," Su Yinhe said, seeing him so insistent and letting down her guard a bit as she took a bite.

Lin Murong’s steamed buns were truly filled generously. She bit into it and immediately hit the filling.

"Lin! Murong! You promised, it wasn’t supposed to be tomato sauce filling." Su Yinhe looked at the red-stuffed steamed bun she’d bitten into, enunciating each word with gritted teeth.

"This isn’t a tomato sauce filling, it’s a tomato and egg filling," Lin Murong replied, feeling Su Yinhe was being unreasonable since he didn’t use tomato sauce as the filling.

"What’s the difference? Tell me, what is the difference?" Su Yinhe was ready to strangle him.

"Of course there is a difference. Tomato and egg has tomato, egg, and tomato juice, but tomato sauce just has the sauce," Lin Murong tried to explain.

"Heh heh heh, that’s very true," Su Yinhe said, clenching her fists.

"Hey hey hey, I worked hard to make you steamed buns, even if they’re not tasty, you can’t be thinking of hitting me." Lin Murong was really scared.

"Is this a matter of tasting good or not?" Su Yinhe felt he was missing the point.

"What else then?" Lin Murong looked at her with innocent eyes.

Su Yinhe: "..."

What else then, how could he say that with such a face?

Su Yinhe held back, took the steamed bun from Chi Yan’s hand, and held it out in front of Lin Murong.

"Tell me, what’s the filling in this bun?"

"This... I don’t know," he had mixed them up, didn’t mark them, how would he know what the filling was?

He wanted to pull off a surprise after all.

You never know what filling is in the steamed bun you bite into, what a surprise.

Su Yinhe looked at him, and the next second, she tore open the steamed bun.

She looked at the dark filling inside and remained silent for a long time before asking,

"What filling is this now?"

"This one... should be green pepper and preserved egg," Lin Murong remembered.

Su Yinhe: "..."

Goodness, Lin Murong really could come up with all sorts of odd fillings.

"Can’t you make a more normal steamed bun?"

"Yes, I did make normal ones, I made pork buns, sugar triangles, those are all normal."

"Where are they then? Why didn’t you give us those normal ones to eat, we’re both normal people after all. We should be eating normal steamed buns."

"I... I couldn’t find them," Lin Murong said coyly. The steamed buns were all mixed up, and he didn’t know which filling he would end up serving them.

He was innocent, okay?

Su Yinhe: "..."

"Alright, alright, after you finish this, then scram." Su Yinhe handed him the steamed bun she had torn in half.

Whoever made the buns should eat them.

As for the tomato and egg filling in the bun she was eating, it was bearable if she just put up with it.

One shouldn’t waste food.

Lin Murong, while eating the green pepper and preserved egg filling, ran off.

Lack of taste, they all lacked taste.

Lin Murong made quite a lot of steamed buns, and in the days that followed, he ate them every day.

Steamed buns in the morning, steamed buns at lunch, and steamed buns in the evening too.

And he never got tired of them.

Because every steamed bun had a different filling.

He loved it.

Couldn’t get tired of it, not at all.

Every time Su Yinhe saw him eating a steamed bun, she would sigh.

Lin Murong really wasn’t picky, how on earth did he manage to eat those kinds of fillings.

He really was a cut above the rest.

"Each steamed bun is different, eating them feels like opening a mystery box. Don’t you think that’s exciting, Galaxy?"

Su Yinhe: "..."

Not really, not at all.

"Do you want to eat barbecued meat?" Su Yinhe asked him.

Lin Murong’s eyes lit up, "Yes, definitely."

"Choose between your steamed buns and barbecued meat."

"Barbecued meat!" Lin Murong didn’t even have to think before responding.

"Okay," Su Yinhe nodded. It seemed he didn’t love his buns that much after all.

"So when are we eating it, Galaxy?" Compared to barbecued meat, steamed buns were nothing. Of course, Lin Murong would choose barbecued meat.

"We’re not. Who said we were going to eat?"

"Huh?" Lin Murong was dumbfounded.

"I only said to choose, I didn’t say we’d eat," Su Yinhe said with a smile.

Lin Murong: "???"

Lin Murong felt like he’d been played.

"Galaxy, how can you do this. You’re toying with my feelings," Lin Murong looked at her with resentment.

"Not at all. Don’t slander me. I only asked you to choose, I never said we’d eat, you misunderstood on your own, who’s to blame?" Su Yinhe spread her hands, she could play innocent too.