Chapter 44 Shen Que, There’s Something Wrong with the Instant Noodles

Chapter 44 Shen Que, There's Something Wrong with the Instant Noodles

"Shen Que, look, these instant noodles don't even have a production date."

After Meng Ci took the instant noodles, he felt that the weight was off and decided to check the basic information on the package.

He found that the bag looked no different from the instant noodles they usually ate, but there was no production date listed.

"This can't be a product without any labels, right?"

Shen Que carefully examined the instant noodles in his hand. "Indeed, there isn't one."

"However, the packaging looks new; it doesn't seem like it's expired."

"And the brand name is correct."

As he spoke, Shen Que opened the instant noodle bag, only to find that there were no seasoning packets inside.

There was only a transparent plastic bag containing about half a spoonful of salt.

"This can't be newly produced, can it?"

Meng Ci also opened a pack of instant noodles, and the contents were the same. Moreover, the noodles weren't pure wheat; they had a slightly dark color.

Shen Que broke off a piece and tasted it. "This seems to be made from a mix of wheat and buckwheat."

With this bag of instant noodles in hand, Meng Ci became even more certain that someone must have been reborn.

Because knowing that the apocalypse would last for many years, they started limiting food distribution from the beginning.

As for the machine used to make these instant noodles, it must have been set up before the heavy rain, otherwise, how could such a sophisticated machine be obtained so quickly?

It seemed that they needed to be even more cautious in their actions and not let anyone discover that he too had been reborn.

The only thing Meng Ci was thankful for was that there was no electricity or internet now, so his bulk purchases couldn't spread.

As soon as the two reached the seventeenth floor, they saw Zhang Mingtian waiting for them at the stairwell.

"Hello, brothers."

"Is there something you need?" Meng Ci asked.

Zhang Mingtian replied, "It's not a big deal."

"I just heard that someone caused trouble for you last night. Do you need help dealing with it?"

"No, we can handle it ourselves." Meng Ci refused.

"Oh, by the way, did you give any of the food you found to those two?"

Zhang Mingtian shook his head. "No."

"And that man died this morning."

"He had a high fever and no medicine to treat it."

Meng Ci nodded. That man had been beaten so badly; it was impressive that he managed to hold on for these past few days.

Seeing them go down to collect food, Zhang Mingtian asked, "Brothers, do you have nothing to eat?"

"We're planning to go out today to find some food. We'll bring back extra for you."

Meng Ci didn't refuse. "Thank you then."

After sending Zhang Mingtian away, the two returned home.

Meng Ci wanted to see if Zhang Mingtian was trustworthy, so he sent a bee to monitor him. One of the bedroom windows was open, so Meng Ci controlled the bee to enter.

A girl wearing a hoodie was about to leave, and Meng Ci made the bee land unnoticed in her hat.

"After we go out today, all of you stay in one room. No matter who comes, don't open the door," Zhang Mingtian instructed.

Zhang Mingtian's group consisted of twelve people, including his sixty-year-old mother and wife, plus three other families.

One family was a couple in their thirties with a ten-year-old boy, another was a young couple in their twenties who had recently married.

Another was a couple with a fifty-year-old father and a six-year-old boy.

This time, the young men from the four families were going out, leaving behind two elderly people, women, and children, whom they naturally worried about.

"Don't worry, we'll stay in the room."

With their assurance, Zhang Mingtian felt relieved and continued packing while saying, "When we return, we can give 1705 more food."

"Last time, we didn't find much good stuff, so we only gave them a few packs of instant noodles. I feel bad about it."

The young man in his twenties was unhappy.

"Why should we? We risk our lives to find food, and then we have to share it with others!"

"If they want food, they should find it themselves."

Zhang Mingtian held the rubber boat in front of him. "Because the tools you use to find food were given to you by them."

The man was still defiant. "Even if they provided us with the tools, once they are in our possession, should it not be up to us to determine their use?"

"Besides, the instant noodles we gave them last time were enough."

"He Xian!" Zhang Mingtian shouted the young man's name.

"Someone needs to learn gratitude!"

"If it weren't for this rubber boat, you would have starved to death long ago."

"Even with the rubber boat, without skills, you would still be swept away by the flood..."

"Smack!"

"Shut up."

Suddenly, a woman's voice seemed to slap He Xian and sternly told him to be quiet.

This time, He Xian didn’t say anything more.

Then came the sound of a door opening and closing.

Meng Ci, although he only heard the sounds and couldn't see their expressions, guessed that giving things away for free wasn't something everyone was happy about.

But if they offered, he would take.

If they didn't offer, Meng Ci wouldn't ask.

Finding an opportunity, Meng Ci brought the bees back.

Now that the wall outside had solidified, there was no need to worry about anyone knocking it down.

The weather was getting colder, and if they didn't retrieve the coal soon, they might freeze to death.

So after dinner, Meng Ci discussed the matter of retrieving the coal with Shen Que.

Their opinions aligned, so they quickly prepared.

Going downstairs, they encountered some residents.

"Young brother, can you take me along? I just need a little food; I won't take too much."

"I can help too. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it."

Some people saw Meng Ci and Shen Que heading out and quickly asked.

They were emaciated from hunger.

Even if Meng Ci was willing to take them, they probably wouldn't be much help, so neither of them spoke.

Those few people didn't dare approach easily either, given that the long knife was still on the windowsill.