Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies
Chapter 430: Braised Duck Feet

Chapter 430: Braised Duck Feet

Su Yinhe marinated a big pot of duck feet, planning to nibble on them while watching her dramas.

Su Yinhe was engrossed in watching the drama, and as she was deeply immersed, Chi Yan came over with a glass of water.

"This milk tea, I might have added too much sugar when making it, it could be a bit too sweet, if you find it cloying, you can drink this water. It’s sweet too, but not as cloying," said Chi Yan, a man of reason and calm.

And so, once he was out of Su Yinhe’s line of sight, he quickly calmed down.

Became more restrained.

He was just a restrained man after all.

At this point, Su Yinhe was completely addicted to the plot, barely reacting to Chi Yan’s words, she casually picked up the glass of water Chi Yan brought over and drank.

Um.

Sweet water.

That’s it.

After taking a sip, Su Yinhe put the glass of water back.

Sweet, and quite nice.

But her entire focus was on watching the drama.

That’s what she wanted to do.

Seeing Su Yinhe behave this way, Chi Yan didn’t get angry,

in fact, her behavior made things more convenient for Chi Yan.

His gaze on her wasn’t as restrained as before.

Now she was focusing on the drama, he didn’t have to be as forbearing as before, he could afford to be a little... presumptuous.

But just a little, not too much.

Because Galaxy was very sensitive.

Too much presumption, and she would notice.

He didn’t want her to discover too much, to know too much.

Knowing too much, she might get scared, and what if she ran away then?

He could capture her and bring her back, but he didn’t want her to be afraid of him.

She just needed to like him, that’s all.

Nothing else was allowed.

"Would you like some fruit?" Chi Yan allowed himself this slight presumption, staring at her for several minutes before asking.

There were many snacks here, but there was no fruit yet.

Compared to snacks, he preferred her to eat fruit.

Fruit was much healthier than snacks.

"Ah, sure," Su Yinhe, still absorbed, casually agreed.

"Alright, then I’ll go cut some for you," said Chi Yan, who was actually struggling to restrain himself again.

Just finding another excuse to calm down.

He really was about to lose.

Really, to lose in a spectacular fashion.

Chi Yan cut the fruit while calming himself down.

The fruit he cut was very beautiful.

Just like him.

"Brother Chi, what are you doing? Cutting fruit? Is it for me?" Lin Murong was strolling around when he stumbled upon Chi Yan cutting fruit.

Fruit, huh.

He’s got to get some.

"No," Chi Yan coldly refused.

"Hey. We’re good brothers, why so cold? There’s so much fruit, what’s wrong with me having some?" Lin Murong was dissatisfied.

"There’s plenty of fruit, you can get it yourself," Chi Yan wasn’t lacking any fruit.

"I don’t want those unwashed, unpeeled ones. I want what you’re holding in your hands..." Lin Murong made a puppy-dog face at him.

"Lin Murong, if you’ve got a mouth, you’d better use it properly. If you don’t like it, I can sew it up for you." His sewing skills aren’t the best, but at least they’re good enough to sew Lin Murong’s mouth shut.

At Chi Yan’s words, Lin Murong instantly covered his mouth.

"Brother Chi, why are you being so mean?" He was really scared. "I just wanted to eat some fruit you’ve cut..." Lin Murong’s voice grew smaller and smaller under Chi Yan’s deadly gaze, and eventually, it faded completely.

Once Lin Murong fell silent, Chi Yan was satisfied and walked away with the cut fruit.

As soon as Chi Yan left, Lin Murong began stamping his feet.

Angry, so angry.

What did he do wrong? He just wanted some fruit, just a bit of fruit! And Chi Yan even threatened him.

What a miser Chi Yan was, really too miserly.

Really.

Humph.

He’d wash and cut it himself, what was it, just a fruit platter.

Look at how smug Chi Yan was.

As if he didn’t know how to cut fruit.

Murong thought this way, but...

He would wash a fruit and couldn’t help but eat one, wash one, eat one, wash one, eat one...

Sometimes with some fruits, like grapes, he’d wash a bunch and then eat the whole bunch...

He wanted to make a fruit plate, but as he washed, he just ended up stuffing himself.

What’s the point of making a damn fruit plate now?

Stuffed, he needed to digest.

But there were no digestives to be found.

If he went to ask Chi Yan for some now, he would definitely be ignored; no way around it, he had to rely solely on walking it off.

Walk it off, walk it off, and he wouldn’t feel stuffed.

Hmm...

Forget about the fruit plate.

After all, it all goes to the same place, the form doesn’t matter.

Really doesn’t matter.

Because it all comes out looking the same.

Murong started to stroll around.

He really did stuff himself with fruit.

Chi Yan washed and cut the fruit, making quite a selection and ended up with a small fruit plate; he had a rough idea of Galaxy’s appetite.

The fruit plate he prepared for Galaxy was just the kind that would make her happy but wouldn’t leave her stuffed.

He didn’t want Galaxy to overeat.

If Galaxy overate, it would be he who felt distressed.

He would be distressed.

The fruit plate was beautiful.

After all, it was made by Brother Chi, and everything he does, including plating dishes, has to look good; he liked everything to be beautiful.

Fastidious.

However, Galaxy didn’t seem to pay much attention to such a beautiful fruit plate.

She was watching a drama that had reached its climax, she knew that Brother Chi had brought in the fruit plate, but she was too engrossed to spare it a second glance.

Brother Chi didn’t mind whether she looked or appreciated it.

He just sat beside her and started feeding her with a skewer.

Galaxy was enjoying a bit of a male model’s service.

Hmm...

Brother Chi had a handsome face and a good figure, why couldn’t he be considered a male model?

If he went to be a male model, he would be top-tier.

While Galaxy watched her drama, she would eat whatever Brother Chi fed her.

She looked particularly obedient.

So obedient.

Really so obedient.

As Brother Chi kept feeding her, he felt something was off about the way he looked at Galaxy.

He thought he might be a bit perverse.

He definitely had to keep it hidden, he didn’t dare let Galaxy find out.

After all, he was really worried she would be scared.

He didn’t want her to feel even the slightest bit afraid of him.

He wanted her to just like him, love him.

Fear, even a hint of it, would make him unhappy.

And if he was unhappy, he would have to take it out on Murong with a beating.

But, there was only one Murong, and if he kept beating him, he would run out, he was expendable.

And for now, no replacement had been found.

He didn’t want to expend Murong too quickly.

Better to make it last longer.

"Don’t just feed me, you should eat too," urged Galaxy.

With that, Galaxy brought Brother Chi’s scattered thoughts back to the present.

"Alright, I’ll eat," Chi Yan said, looking at her and smiling.

Even though she wasn’t looking back.

Chi Yan took a bite of the cantaloupe, and the thought that it was the same skewer brought him a secret thrill.

Even though they had kissed so many times already, he still felt this thrill for such a reason.

He might, in fact, be very sick.

But he couldn’t help it.

He was never a very normal person to begin with, and after meeting her, he became even less normal.