Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies
Chapter 394: Fried Chicken

Chapter 394: Fried Chicken

But Su Yinhe had already said that.

He could only nod reluctantly, that kind of unwilling nod.

Give the leftovers to Lin Murong?

He didn’t want to.

He wanted it all.

"Come on, Lin Murong did all the work after all. It’d be a bit much not to give him anything," Su Yinhe naturally saw what he was thinking.

"But I don’t want to," Chi Yan said bluntly.

"Come on, don’t be like that. Don’t make it hard for me," Su Yinhe coaxed.

Chi Yan stared at her for a long time, and finally nodded reluctantly again.

Lin Murong thought that peeling was enough.

But after he finished peeling the potatoes, Su Yinhe asked him to cut them into strips.

"No, you didn’t say you wanted them cut into strips just now," Lin Murong said, feeling the urge to pass out when he saw the large basin of peeled potatoes in front of him.

He didn’t want to eat fries anymore, really, he didn’t.

Not at all.

Whimper.

He didn’t even like fries that much to begin with.

Not that much at all.

Damn it, Su Yinhe.

Why make it so hard on him.

Is he such a bad person?

"Galaxy, do you have something against me? Just tell me, and I’ll change," he pleaded. Don’t torture him like this, he was scared.

"Not at all, I just wanted to make you some fries, I didn’t ask you to peel so many," Su Yinhe honestly hadn’t expected Lin Murong to peel so many potatoes in such a short time.

"Whimper..." He thought cutting the potato strips was her turn, so he peeled more potatoes, hoping she would cut her hand.

But...

As expected, harboring ill will only ends up harming oneself.

Really.

"But... I... whine whine whine..."

"Don’t whine, you’re a boy, why do boys keep whining? Do you want to be a whining monster?" Su Yinhe was fed up listening to his whining; her fist was clenched.

Or rather, her fist was clenched since the moment she saw Lin Murong.

"Can being a whining monster exempt me from cutting potato strips?" Lin Murong asked, hopeful.

"No, you’ll just end up cutting more," Su Yinhe was ruthless.

"You..." Really, such a ruthless woman.

Lin Murong looked at her, grinding his teeth.

But in the end, he just had to obediently cut the potato strips.

No choice, eating their food, drinking their drinks, living in their house, using their things, what could he do?

He couldn’t do anything but diligently work.

Whine whine whine...

How he wished he could become a whining monster.

Lin Murong put extra effort into cutting the potato strips, as if he was taking it out on Su Yinhe.

Su Yinhe: "..."

But really, forceful as he was, the size of the potato strips was still quite uniform.

Pretty good.

Su Yinhe inwardly praised.

As for why not say it out loud...

With Lin Murong’s personality, once she praised him, Lin Murong would get too carried away.

She didn’t like men who got carried away.

So, it was better left unsaid.

Lin Murong, the non-carried-away man, after working hard for a long time, finally finished cutting the potato strips. After cutting them, he felt like his hands weren’t his anymore.

Damn.

So tired.

But even though he had cut for so long and worked so hard, he only got a little bit of the fries Su Yinhe made in the end.

The rest all went to Chi Yan.

Lin Murong: "!!!!"

Lin Murong watched helplessly as the fries that were originally meant for him, the fries that Su Yinhe had personally prepared for him, all went to Chi Yan.

"It’s not fair! Why? Didn’t you say they were for me? Why give so many to him?" Lin Murong had only eaten a few fries. Just as he was starting to enjoy them, they were gone.

Then, turning around, he saw Chi Yan with so many, he was furious.

"Because... fries aren’t tasty! Why eat fries when you can eat meat?" Su Yinhe’s mind raced, and finally, she found a solution.

So tiring.

It felt like raising two kids who were always jealous of each other.

"What meat?" Lin Murong was puzzled. "No, my fries!" No matter what about the meat, Chi Yan did nothing, so why should he get more?

So unfair.

He felt it was unfair.

"Fried chicken, a real man should eat fried chicken, not fries." Su Yinhe pulled a fried chicken out of nowhere.

"Here, have some fried chicken, who cares about fries."

Lin Murong looked at the fried chicken she pulled out and immediately forgot about the fries.

Fries are tasty, but no matter how tasty, they can’t compare to delicious fried chicken.

Like that, Su Yinhe brought out two fried chickens and successfully appeased Lin Murong.

Chi Yan saw it but didn’t really mind.

The fried chicken wasn’t hand-made by Su Yinhe.

He wouldn’t like it.

Lin Murong, holding two fried chickens, ate happily while Su Yinhe rubbed her temple, relieved that she had fooled him.

"Are the fries tasty?" Su Yinhe rested for a while before asking Chi Yan.

Chi Yan obediently nodded.

"If it’s tasty, that’s good. I went through so much trouble to make these. Enjoy them well, don’t waste them."

Su Yinhe sighed.

Frying was easy, but dealing with Lin Murong was exhausting.

Chi Yan: "..."

"Alright, I’ll cherish them."

Chi Yan didn’t eat all the fries at once; he wanted to savor them slowly.

Enjoy the taste.

"Good, good boy." Su Yinhe felt like patting his head.

Hmm...

Can’t quite reach.

Damn it, why can’t I reach even while sitting?

Su Yinhe couldn’t help but smile wryly.

Sometimes, she really got annoyed by her own height.

"Here, let me help."

Chi Yan noticed and leaned his head forward, very docilely.

Su Yinhe: "!!!!"

Su Yinhe clutched her chest, oh my.

So obedient.

So adorable.

Luckily Lin Murong was currently focused on eating fried chicken, otherwise, he’d have to endure this display of affection.

Lin Murong doesn’t like being the third wheel; he loves fried chicken.

Fried chicken is so tasty.

Tasty, lovable, another one please.

Thinking so, Lin Murong also voiced his thoughts.

Su Yinhe: "Scram. Hurry up and scram. You’re making demands now. Disgusting." Su Yinhe gave him the middle finger.

"No demands, I’m pleading." Lin Murong played the victim.

"Pleading? Are you sure? I think you’re making demands." Su Yinhe scornfully pouted.

"No, I’m pleading. How could I dare make demands of you? Please, beautiful and kind boss, one more, please. I’m not yet full." He had walked around so much today, did so much physical work, peeling and cutting potatoes, he was starving.

"Ugh, you’re really... fine. Here’s another one for you, since I’m a soft-hearted boss. But take it easy, don’t overeat again." Sometimes she was exasperated; he loved to eat, but always overate.

"Of course, of course, I won’t. I’m still hungry, won’t overeat."