Chapter 24 Have You Had Breakfast, Shen Que?

Chapter 24 Have You Had Breakfast, Shen Que?

"How dare you push me! How dare you push me!"

After regaining her composure, Zhang Lu directly started fighting with Li Shanyang.

For so many years, she had followed Li Shanyang without any status or recognition, all because of one of his plans, watching him marry and have children with others while enduring her own suffering.

This man actually dared to hit her!

How could he?

The more Zhang Lu thought about it, the angrier she became, and her attacks grew fiercer.

The few people who hadn't received food were also in a rage.

Seeing someone start a fight, they too joined in the melee without any clear reason.

Li Xiaoya, seeing the situation was getting out of hand, helped Liu Jie move to the side to avoid being accidentally injured.

"Dad, Mom, stop fighting!"

Li Xiaoya only dared to plead verbally, not daring to intervene physically.

Li Shanyang and Zhang Lu ignored their daughter's pleas and, as they fought, somehow ended up fighting with those other people as well.

By the time this farce ended, everyone present had sustained some injuries.

Then, someone in the crowd said that they didn't get any food because of that old lady.

If it weren't for her causing trouble and wasting time, everyone would have received food.

Someone mentioned that they knew the old lady lived in room 0904, and a group immediately decided to go find her and settle the score.

Li Shanyang and Zhang Lu, after a quick discussion, also secretly followed along, hoping to find something to eat amidst the chaos.

Meng Ci and Shen Que returned to the seventeenth floor after Li Shanyang and the others left.

"If they come to cause trouble again, remember to tell me," Shen Que said, holding the doorknob as Meng Ci was about to enter the house.

"It's fine; I can handle them," Meng Ci replied, not wanting to trouble others excessively.

Revenge was his personal matter, and involving too many people wouldn't be good.

"Um."

Shen Que naturally couldn't let Meng Ci be bullied, so he didn't agree.

Just as he opened the door, Meng Ci called him back.

"Have you had breakfast, Shen Que?"

Shen Que honestly shook his head.

"How about we eat together?" Meng Ci suggested, shaking the plastic bag in his hand.

"Just today, we received some food supplies."

"Sure." Shen Que agreed without hesitation.

"You go in first; I'll put these things down and join you."

"Okay."

Meng Ci didn't close the door. Now that residents had received food, they would surely be cooking at home, so no one would barge in.

After returning home, Meng Ci checked the rice in the bag. It seemed damp from the rain outside.

Smelling no unusual odor, Meng Ci washed it several times and then cooked a large pot of porridge.

He peeled and sliced potatoes to make stir-fried potato shreds with vinegar.

He also chopped some cabbage to make dry-fried cabbage.

The flour Shen Que had given him before had been untouched until now, but it was perfect for use today.

He added a bit of salt to a bowl, mixed half with boiling water using chopsticks to form a crumbly texture, and the other half with cold water.

He then kneaded it into dough, divided it into small portions, oiled them, and rolled them out to cook on an electric griddle.

Bang.

Meng Ci heard the door close and soon after heard Shen Que's voice.

"Do you need any help?"

Shen Que placed a bag on the counter. Meng Ci didn't know what was inside, but it looked heavy.

"No, I'm fine," Meng Ci replied quickly, not needing Shen Que's assistance.

"And, please don't bring me food anymore. This rain might not stop anytime soon."

"Besides, the government is providing food now, so I don't lack anything."

Every time this guy brought food, it made Meng Ci feel indebted and compelled to invite him to stay for a meal.

So, Meng Ci suspected if this guy wanted to share meals but was too embarrassed to say it outright.

Shen Que washed his hands but didn't respond.

Meng Ci didn't want to let this matter drag on any longer; doing so would only cause more trouble.

"If you bring food again next time, I won't open the door!"

"In that case, the next time you go out for food, I'll go with you."

This would be a good opportunity to go out and replenish what he lacked while also rejecting Shen Que's kindness.

"Alright." Shen Que agreed this time.

There was no reason for Meng Ci to refuse when Shen Que offered help again.

He let Shen Que roll out the dough and put it into the electric griddle while Meng Ci started cooking.

The two of them each had their own tasks, making everything seem quite harmonious.

Meng Ci couldn't help but think that if there were no apocalypse, this scene would be even more peaceful.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a loud bang came from somewhere downstairs, followed by people arguing and crying.

Neither Meng Ci nor Shen Que were curious, so they didn't bother to find out what happened.

"By the way, don't you find it strange?" Meng Ci suddenly asked.

Shen Que, clearly not skilled at cooking, kept using the rolling pin to adjust the shape of the dough that wasn't perfectly round.

"What's strange?"

"The government delivering food."

Meng Ci thought Shen Que, being a native of this world, might be able to explain some of the rules of this place.

In the real world, Meng Ci had experienced major floods, where the government would rescue trapped people and deliver large amounts of food, fearing that it wouldn't be enough.

But in this book, the government seemed too stingy with the food deliveries.

Not only did the rescue efforts start seven days after the flood began, but the army was already distributing food right from the start.

Everything felt suspicious.

Meng Ci even suspected that someone might have reincarnated or transmigrated into the book like him.

However, after being here for over a month, he hadn't heard any clues.

Hearing this, Shen Que gave a reasonable explanation.

"Now that the whole world is experiencing major floods, and we don't know when it will stop, getting food from other places would be extremely difficult."

"So they distribute food based on population, which is fair and reasonable."

After hearing Shen Que's explanation, Meng Ci reluctantly found it logical and didn't dwell on it further.

After dinner, Meng Ci suddenly remembered that the water supply system would start to fail tomorrow. Considering that Shen Que had brought him food, Meng Ci decided to kindly remind him.

"With such heavy rain, won't the water plant get flooded?"

"When that happens, the drinking water will be rainwater, maybe even contaminated with corpses."

Thinking about the female corpse he saw last night, Meng Ci shuddered.

"If the water isn't clean, getting sick could become a serious problem."

Shen Que nodded, agreeing that it made sense.

"That is indeed an issue. We should stock up on water while the tap water is still available."

Shen Que agreed with Meng Ci, wiping his hands as he looked around Meng Ci's kitchen.

"Do you have anything to store water in here?"

Meng Ci quickly nodded, afraid that Shen Que might offer him something else.

"Yes, yes. When the house was renovated, the workers left many iron buckets, which I haven't thrown away yet. They can be used to store water."

Even though they were paint buckets, they could still be used for storing tap water.

At this point, there was no need to be picky.

"Do you have any? If not, I can give you a few!"

Shen Que mentioned that he had also recently renovated his home and had iron buckets.

After sending Shen Que off, Meng Ci opened the room with the bricked-up window, took out five iron buckets, cleaned them, and filled them with tap water.

Of course, Meng Ci only filled these buckets for show and wouldn't actually use the water.

In his space, Meng Ci had previously bought many food-grade plastic buckets, each capable of holding about twenty to thirty liters of water.

Over the past few days, Meng Ci had gradually filled them and stored them in his space.