The Chef Rules the Last Days-Chapter 69 - 67 Are You an Idiot

69: Chapter 67: Are You an Idiot?

69 -67: Are You an Idiot?

“My back is fine,” Su Mo straightened her back: “The pain has mostly subsided after a night’s rest.

It’s just some bruising.”

To prove she wasn’t just acting tough, she even twisted her waist, while Lu Chen kept his face cold and didn’t say anything.

“Right, did you guys remind them that the zombies are getting faster?” Su Mo suddenly remembered and slapped her thigh.

The zombies she saw in Black City were almost as fast as an adult’s brisk walk.

“We told them, and they were specifically warned when they left,” Li Qian paused, and then said, “He’s taking a group of superpower users, so there shouldn’t be any problems.”

Su Mo nodded her head but couldn’t help feeling a wave of unease.

The prison was currently short on people to go out and search for supplies, and deep down, she didn’t want anything to happen to this group.

Lu Chen pulled open the drawer under the table, where sedatives, sleeping pills, and a bag of white powder were stored.

Zhao Changsheng had been looking for Su Mo all morning but ended up being distracted by two bags on the table when she entered the office.

“Did that stinking old man prepare these for me?” She approached and picked up the powder, her anger rising rapidly.

“Yes,” Li Qian said with a slight smile and nodded in response.

“Hmph,” she grabbed the things on the table and threw a seductive glance at Su Mo: “Momo, I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

The woman was as swift as the wind in her comings and goings.

Su Mo shivered with clever anticipation; it wasn’t hard for her to imagine how she would deal with Old Shen Du.

Lu Chen collected the remaining sleeping pills and sedatives.

The three hadn’t been sitting in the office for long when Zhao Changsheng acted more quickly than Su Mo had anticipated.

Jianxiong ran upstairs, panting heavily: “That woman, Zhao Changsheng, finally did something decent.”

“What happened?” Su Mo tilted her head at him.

After a night, Jianxiong’s big black face had cleared up, and having his hair shaved bald made him look much more pleasant.

Lu Chen handed him a bottle of water to drink.

After gulping several mouthfuls, Jianxiong said, “That rotten old man’s Space was stuffed with lots of good stuff; go have a look.”

Outside the cell, a group of strong men was enthusiastically moving things from inside out.

It was boxes of food, and they had also found a lot of medicine – cold medicine, wound medicine, everything.

“So much…” Su Mo exclaimed as she arrived at the doorway: “Old Shen Du hoarded so much food and medicine!”

“A person’s greed is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant,” Lu Chen commented.

“These medicines can be given to the doctors on the first floor,” Li Qian immediately instructed the people carrying the medicine boxes to deliver them to the dormitories.

“He kept crying that there was no food left, turns out he embezzled it all,” Su Mo was dumbfounded, and she asked Jianxiong, “Where’s Zhao Changsheng?”

“Inside,” Jianxiong pointed towards the cell.

Su Mo followed the path of those carrying the items and walked in.

The cell was a long corridor, with small rooms partitioned off by iron bars on both sides; the smell inside was even stronger than outside due to the lack of windows.

She couldn’t help holding her breath as she stopped in front of an iron door, with people continuously sidestepping to carry things out.

Old Shen Du was tied by the ankles and hung upside down from the dusty ceiling fan, while Zhao Changsheng covered her face with a towel, squatting on the floor and stuffing the white powder into his mouth handful by handful.

“Eat more, that’s it,” she cooed enticingly.

Shen Du’s old face was flushed red.

His wits had already been scrambled by the powder, and his fingers, dangling by his face, occasionally tossed out random items from the Space.

“This critical emergency has actually been resolved by him,” Li Qian said, raising an eyebrow while standing behind Su Mo.

Su Mo deeply agreed.

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She tugged at Lu Chen’s arm beside her, “Now we should be able to hold out until the first batch of crops mature.”

“Mhm,” the man nodded, gently rubbing the top of her head.

“Momo~” When Zhao Changsheng saw her coming, he lost interest in teasing Old Shen Du and dumped the entire packet of powder into his mouth, his face, and his nostrils—it was everywhere.

Su Mo reflexively wrapped her arm around Lu Chen’s, smiling at her, “Well done, I’m heading out, you keep it up.”

Zhao Changsheng outright ignored the obstructive arm and, with a flushed face, threw coquettish glances at her, “You’re praising me again.”

To prevent her smiling face from faltering, Su Mo stiffly pulled Lu Chen out of the cell, without noticing the glimmer of joy on the man’s face.

Li Qian’s approachable demeanor cracked a bit when he faced Zhao Changsheng, “I have other matters, you take good care of him.”

He straightened his back and walked out briskly.

Because of the many items found by Old Shen Du, the group unanimously decided to provide an extra meal for everyone that evening.

The inmates who were outsiders couldn’t hold back tears of joy.

Eating their fill of several large steamed buns, a small dish of side dishes, and porridge, all of them were moved to tears, exclaiming how fortunate today was.

In their eyes, everything seemed to be progressing towards something better.

When Zhao Xiwen and Chu Mengyao completed water storage and arrived at the cafeteria, they were astounded by the sight: Everyone huddled in the cafeteria without class distinctions, all holding ample food in their hands.

Su Mo and the others were also among them; what was different, though, was that the tables around them had all been cleared, with no one daring to sit there.

Zhao Xiwen quickly recovered, having seen the afternoon’s events while storing water.

She knew it was Old Shen Du’s stuff and hadn’t yet had a chance to tell Chu Mengyao, who was already striding over to argue the point.

Chu Mengyao felt her heart bleeding.

She walked up briskly to their table and pointed at the mountain of steamed buns in the kitchen, accusing, “The food that Mo Yan painstakingly found and brought back is being wasted by you!

Don’t you feel guilty?

What will you do when there’s no food left?!”

Her voice was a bit loud, drawing many onlookers, but not one spoke up for her.

Instead, they looked at her with anger in their eyes.

It was clear she didn’t know the full story.

Su Mo scoffed, rolling her eyes at her, “Are you an idiot?”

She had outright humiliated her.

Chu Mengyao took a step back and pointed at her, about to speak again, when Zhao Xiwen came over with her cane and stopped her, “It’s not what you think, Mengyao.”

“How can you speak up for her, don’t you still think of them as friends?!

How much food are we going to waste tonight?” she persisted stubbornly, completely oblivious to the increasingly peculiar looks from the people around her.

“Hey, are you looking to die?” Zhao Changsheng banged on the table as she stood up, kicking over a chair behind her, lightning flashing in her fox-like eyes.

Before she could act, someone couldn’t contain their anger and spoke out, “It was Miss Zhao who searched this out from Old Shen Du for our extra meal; it’s none of your business!”

“We work ourselves to the bone every day; can’t we even eat a proper meal?!”

“All those touching words spoken the other day were lies, then?”

“Exactly…”

Chu Mengyao was retorted by the people around her, finally beginning to realize something, and with a trembling voice, she asked Zhao Xiwen, “Did I…

misunderstand?”