Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies
Chapter 424: Iron Pot Stewed Goose

Chapter 424: Iron Pot Stewed Goose

What do you think my favorite food is?

Iron pot stewed goose, huh.

He declared, "Iron pot stewed goose, craving it to death, old man."

Chi Yan had intended to have a proper discussion with her, but she ran away too fast, and he just couldn’t catch her.

If we’re talking about the fastest runner in the supermarket, it’s not Lin Murong, it’s Su Yinhe.

I made a comeback.

After Su Yinhe ran away, she gave herself a thumbs-up in her heart.

Yay.

She’s awesome, she’s so awesome.

She’s so talented.

She can flirt.

So cool.

She’s so awesome.

Su Yinhe kept praising herself in her heart.

She used to get flustered by Chi Yan, but now it was finally her turn.

Heh heh heh.

She’s so awesome.

Flirt and then run.

She’s super talented.

Su Yinhe giggled foolishly.

However, as she laughed, she began to feel that her actions were somewhat reminiscent of someone.

Extremely alike.

Su Yinhe’s face darkened.

No no no, she didn’t want that.

Dammit.

She didn’t want to be like Lin Murong, so silly, too dumb.

She didn’t want it.

She wanted to be smart.

Su Yinhe felt it was an ill omen and scorned herself.

She felt like she had some serious illness.

Uh-huh.

Forget it, she shouldn’t scorn herself, it was Lin Murong who should be sick, she was at most infected.

Su Yinhe touched her face.

She must be okay, she was so great, she had to be okay.

Uuuuuuuuuuu.

Su Yinhe started to cry.

It seemed like she really was a bit infected.

Because of this, Su Yinhe looked at Lin Murong for several days, finding him increasingly annoying.

Feeling that he was a nuisance.

Damned source of infection.

Lin Murong: "???"

"Galaxy, why are you looking at me like that?" Lin Murong asked, completely bewildered.

"Because I like you, so I’m looking at you," Su Yinhe said without thinking.

Lin Murong: "???"

Lin Murong cautiously glanced in Chi Yan’s direction.

Brother Chi really isn’t going to kill him, is he?

Chi Yan looked unfriendly, but for the moment, he didn’t seem to have any intention of killing him.

Lin Murong let out a sigh of relief, as long as Chi Yan didn’t want him dead, it was all good.

"Galaxy, although I know you have a crush on me, could you perhaps not be so blunt about it, for the sake of my poor life?" Lin Murong beseeched her.

"Alright, alright, let me be more subtle," Su Yinhe said, lowering her head and pondering for a while before saying, "Could you go clean something for me?"

Lin Murong: "Wait, how did it turn into me cleaning again?" Is this what Galaxy calls subtlety?

"Yeah, I like men who are into cleaning, if you clean, that means I like you. Isn’t that subtle enough?" Su Yinhe smiled brilliantly.

But the smile was too radiant, sending a chill down Lin Murong’s back.

"But... this... doesn’t seem right," he mumbled, not actually very fond of the way Galaxy liked him.

"Go!" Su Yinhe’s voice suddenly rose, scaring Lin Murong into picking up a broom and running.

And how did the broom appear? Of course, Brother Chi had silently handed it over.

He was used to doing things like this.

"You’re such a good boy," Su Yinhe affirmed, looking at him.

"Of course I am," Chi Yan nodded.

He was the best.

So, it was fine if she liked him. Those unrelated didn’t deserve her affection.

"Alright, alright, good boy," Su Yinhe said, and then went to lie down.

Calling out for Lin Murong so loudly earlier had drained her energy. Now, she was tired and needed to rest.

Chi Yan watched Su Yinhe lie down, wanting to say something but hesitated.

Su Yinhe noticed and tilted her head, "What’s wrong? If you have something to say, just say it. Why be so formal with me?"

"Umm... okay. I..." Chi Yan started.

"You’re... not feeling shy, are you?" Su Yinhe pointed at him with an excited finger, asking as she watched him.

"Yeah. A little," Chi Yan honestly admitted, indeed feeling a bit shy.

"Don’t be shy. Go ahead and say it." Chi Yan’s coy manner almost took Su Yinhe’s breath away.

"It’s just... umm... I..." Chi Yan was still somewhat hesitant and stuttered.

Su Yinhe was getting anxious listening to him.

"What is it? Just say it. Don’t be shy," Su Yinhe urged, no longer lying down. She propped herself up and leaned toward him, batting her bright, sparkling eyes.

"I want to eat food made by you," Chi Yan finally confessed after feeling shy for quite a while.

He even closed his eyes as he said it.

Truth be told, ever since Chi Yan and Lin Murong had moved into the supermarket, Su Yinhe hadn’t really cooked a proper meal herself.

Those fried French fries didn’t count.

"You want to eat?" Su Yinhe raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," Chi Yan admitted honestly.

He didn’t know why, but he just suddenly really wanted to eat her cooking.

Su Yinhe stared at him for a while, for quite a long time, before finally letting out a light chuckle.

"Okay, I’ll cook for you." It had been a while since she cooked. Occasionally making something to please her boyfriend was okay.

Cooking daily was definitely out of the question, but doing it once in a while was fine.

"Hmm... you don’t have to make much, just a little," Chi Yan said, feeling conflicted. He wanted to eat her cooking but also feared tiring her out.

"Ok, got it," Su Yinhe tiptoed to signal him to lower his head. As he did, she took the opportunity to pat his head.

"Don’t worry, I won’t overdo it. I’m not one to suffer hardship. I like to enjoy myself."

"Then I’ll help you prep," Chi Yan offered.

"No need, Lin Murong is here," Su Yinhe refused his help. Let Lin Murong handle it and give Chi Yan a surprise.

Hmm...

A little surprise.

"You can try guessing what dishes I’ll make."

Chi Yan: "Okay." He nodded earnestly.

"There won’t be any hints, but I believe with your intelligence, you’ll definitely guess them," Su Yinhe encouraged him.

Chi Yan: "... I’ll try my best."

"Great, now I’ll go find Lin Murong," Su Yinhe hummed as she went off to look for Lin Murong, who was holding a broom and cleaning.

Poor Lin Murong; just finished cleaning and then got roped into prepping ingredients.

"Why do you always pick on me?" Lin Murong lamented while washing the vegetables, his voice growing increasingly pitiful, until he couldn’t help but ask.

"Because you’re easy to pick on," Su Yinhe patted his head, rinsed her hands under the tap, and then continued prepping.

Lin Murong: "... You’re terrible. Am I just a part of your play?"

Wuuu wuuu.

He was about to cry.

He got picked on every day, and he never even got a share of the food.

He was about to make a scene, about to cry.

Wuuu wuuu.

Lin Murong whined without tears.

Su Yinhe was getting impatient, "What are you howling for? You’ll get your share."

With that, Lin Murong immediately calmed down.

"Hey hey hey, really? I have a share? As long as I get a share, that’s good," Lin Murong chuckled foolishly and then started to prep with gusto.

So diligent.

Su Yinhe: "..."

Alright, it seemed so easy to make Lin Murong diligent.

It was like she had learned a new PUA technique.

Nice.