Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies-Chapter 154 - Fried Apple

Chapter 154: Fried Apple Chapter 154: Fried Apple Su Yinhe: “…”

Chi Yan: “…”

Chi Yan also put down his chopsticks, “Sorry, I don’t eat breakfast.”

Su Yinhe: “I… I’m dieting.” After saying so, he too put down his chopsticks.

“Seriously, it’s already this late and you’re still dieting? You two are unhealthy, skipping breakfast.”

“Cough. You’re healthy, you eat more.” Fried Apple, truly an acquired taste.

Su Yinhe thought it was too explosive.

Even more explosive than avocado with century eggs.

The three of them thus escaped the apple breakfast.

But lunch was inescapable.

After breakfast, Lin Musen took them around the base; although he said they were touring, there really wasn’t much to see. He just took them to the apple trees, patting an apple tree while introducing it to them.

He spoke about how incredibly smart, cute, considerate, and fond of him Guoguo was.

After finishing, he even nestled his face against it.

“I always thought that was a rumor.” Turned out it was true. Given the circumstances, it looked hard to resolve without getting married. Lin Murong could distinctly see the pink bubbles emanating from the one-man-one-tree relationship.

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The three of them spent the whole morning just listening to Lin Musen talk about him and Guoguo.

Then came lunch.

They thought they would finally have a normal lunch.

After all, Lin Musen had bought so much rice and cooking oil from the supermarket, a simple white rice meal should be doable, right?

Lin Murong, having skipped breakfast, was already hungry, thinking even just white rice for lunch would be enough to tackle a whole pot.

However, seeing the lunch Lin Musen prepared for them, he fell silent.

The deafening kind.

Rice, yes.

But it also contained bits of apple.

More apple bits than rice.

Dishes included fried apple, stewed apple, pan-fried apple, apple soup, and even apple juice to drink.

Three dishes, one soup, a beverage, and a dessert.

Which was apple salad.

Silence is golden.

“Go ahead and eat, no need to be shy.”

“I’m not very hungry.” That was Lin Murong.

“I’m not very hungry either.” That was Su Yinhe.

Chi Yan: “…” Might as well starve.

“Why are you all like this? Aunt Bai made this meal; she’s the best cook in our base, it’s delicious.” He had specially asked her to make it.

“We’re really not hungry.”

“Right. I just remembered, I should be heading back to open the supermarket. Didn’t you still need to buy some things? I’ll go open up now.”

“No worries, you’re already here at the base, can’t escape. You should at least try our specialty here, can’t have you leave on an empty stomach.” Lin Musen had been a bit anxious yesterday, but he had come to terms with it now.

Su Yinhe and the others had already come all this way.

It didn’t matter anymore.

He wasn’t in a hurry to buy things now, he was now interested in selling.

Selling, well, requires learning how to sell.

How to sell? Of course, by letting the buyer know how delicious apples are, the many ways to eat apples.

Let Su Yinhe see the benefits, the advantages of buying apples.

Make her fall in love with apples.

“I’d rather stay hungry,” Lin Murong muttered quietly.

“What?” Lin Musen didn’t catch that.

“What I mean is, we’re really not hungry. You eat, have some more, look how skinny you are,” Lin Murong said as he pushed the plate of apples towards him.

“Ah, it’s noon already, let’s eat something,” Lin Musen pushed back again.

“I’m really not hungry, don’t starve yourself,” continued Lin Murong as he pushed back too.

Then, the two of them started playing a back-and-forth pushing game.

Only Su Yinhe was truly hungry, and she sneaked out a sandwich to eat stealthily.

She didn’t dare let Lin Musen see.

One second she said she wasn’t hungry, and the next she was eating.

It always felt somewhat awkward to be seen doing that.

Fortunately, Lin Musen’s attention was on Lin Murong, so he had no time to watch her.

Su Yinhe’s sneaky sandwich plan was executed flawlessly.

Chi Yan glanced at her once, then again, and yet again.

Seeing this so many times, Su Yinhe thought he was also hungry, so she took out another sandwich for him.

The sandwich was one Su Yinhe had made in her spare time. It had two eggs, and the sauce inside was her favorite.

Chi Yan took it but didn’t eat it, instead, he stored it away.

Meanwhile, Lin Musen and Lin Murong had also come to a conclusion.

Lin Murong, with a pained expression, tasted a piece of Fried Apple.

“How is it, isn’t it delicious?” Lin Musen asked, full of expectation.

“It’s not that it’s bad, it’s just not good,” Lin Murong swallowed the piece of Fried Apple and then put on a mask of agony.

The Fried Apple promotion was unsuccessful, and Lin Musen was very disappointed.

There were four people at the meal, but only two were full.

One was Lin Musen, a great lover of apples, who had eaten all the dishes by himself and half of the rice, leaving the other half for Aunt Bai.

The other was Su Yinhe, who had eaten a stolen sandwich.

After the meal, Su Yinhe no longer wanted to explore Apple Base.

Staying any longer might lead to starvation.

A supermarket was more her style.

The three of them ran out of Apple Base as if chased by ghosts.

The first exploration trip was a complete failure.

Back at the supermarket, Su Yinhe immediately started cooking hot pot.

“Hot pot, the love of my past life,” Lin Murong, who was forced to eat Fried Apple, looked at the hot pot with deep emotion.

He took the first bite of tripe with an utterly devout manner.

“Hot, hot, hot, but so delicious,” Lin Murong said as he ate and cried. Fried Apple, was that even edible? Hot pot is good, hot pot is always divine.

He loved hot pot—pot-pot!

Chi Yan didn’t express any sentiment, but today he seemed somewhat restless as he picked up the dishes.

It seemed he too was quite affected by the various apple dishes.

After Su Yinhe finished a sandwich, she thought she was full, but seeing the hot pot, she felt she could eat more, she was still hungry.

After the meal, Chi Yan and Lin Murong stayed to clean up, while Su Yinhe changed clothes and went down to open the supermarket door.

The long-awaited Lin Musen charged in with his hundreds of subordinates, exchanging money and moving goods.

“Boss Su, why does it smell like hot pot on you?” Lin Musen sniffed and asked.

“Did you guys have hot pot?” It smells so good that Lin Musen was hungry.

“There are self-heating mini hot pots inside,” Su Yinhe pointed inside.

“Ah, too poor. After buying what I needed, I couldn’t afford the self-heating mini hot pots. I’m not worthy,” Lin Musen said, and then took out an apple, “If only I could sell my apples, then I would have money.”

He still hadn’t forgotten about promoting his apples.

Su Yinhe: “…”

“Boss Su, are you really not buying? They’re very sweet, reconsider it?”

“No need, I really don’t like apples.”

“You have space. You could buy them and store them in your space, and then sell them at some other base for a lot of money.”

“I think, if they have the money, they’d be more inclined to buy staples like rice, just like you. Don’t you think?” Nowadays, people aren’t fools, they’d naturally prefer to buy staple foods rather than fruit.