Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies-Chapter 26 - : sugar

Chapter 26: sugar

These people ground soybeans for most of the day and managed to grind nearly half of them.

Su Yinhe brought up the ground soybean pulp and juice, having been craving it for a long time.

Su Yinhe first put the soybean pulp and juice into her largest pot, added a suitable amount of water, and began to cook.

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While it was boiling, she also cooked several pots of rice. The soy milk wasn’t fully ground yet, but she couldn’t let them work on an empty stomach.

Thinking about how they devoured the buns that morning, she had taken every rice cooker from the fifth floor to use.

Six rice cookers should be enough.

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If not… then they’ll just have to be hungry.

Her home only had six pots.

The soy milk boiled quickly; she filtered the soy pulp with a clean cloth and poured it into a large thermos.

She also took a jar filled with sugar. Su Yinhe liked a bit of sugar in her soy milk, Chi Yan loved sweet things—a lot of sugar probably needed to go into his soy milk—but Murong’s preferences were unclear. Su Yinhe didn’t dare to add sugar just according to her taste.

So, she decided not to add any for now, and brought the sugar jar down with her so everyone could sweeten to taste.

As Su Yinhe carried it downstairs, she also took three glass cups.

“Soy milk is ready. It’s cooked.”

Chi Yan saw Su Yinhe carrying so many things and moved the milk tea cup that was in the middle of the table to the side, making space in the center for her to place the thermos.

Murong got excited upon seeing the soy milk. Oh, it had been a long time since he had any, the last time was still the last time.

But when Su Yinhe opened the thermos and poured three cups of steaming soy milk, Murong’s excitement was as if someone had splashed cold water on him.

Hot soy milk in the blazing heat?

It felt like there was something a bit off with the three of them.

Su Yinhe didn’t notice Murong’s conflicted expression. After pouring the soy milk, she added a moderate amount of sugar to her cup, shook it a bit, and then began to sip slowly.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to drink quickly; the soy milk had just come out of the pot and was a bit hot.

Su Yinhe only put a little sugar, while Chi Yan, unafraid of cloying himself to death, poured nearly half the jar of sugar.

He even pulled out a gold spoon from his space, stirred slowly until the sugar completely dissolved, and then enjoyed sipping from the cup.

Murong looked at them, then at the steaming soy milk in front of him.

He pondered whether he was the odd one out, or if it was the other two.

Speaking of which, can you add ice to soy milk?

Would ice-cold soy milk cause an upset stomach?

After some indecision, Murong decided to add ice to his soy milk. He was a superpower user who had survived in the apocalypse for ten years, and in those years, he had eaten all sorts of things.

Moldy bread, expired canned food, fuzzy cookies… Murong felt his stomach must be made of steel.

It definitely wouldn’t upset his stomach.

In the height of summer, one should drink iced soy milk.

Murong was too embarrassed to trouble Su Yinhe to go to the supermarket’s tea shop to get ice and was too lazy to do it himself, so he directly asked Chi Yan to get some ice cubes from his space.

Chi Yan’s space stored quite a few ice cubes, collected back when the apocalypse first began and there was still electricity.

Sometimes he would add a bit of ice to his coffee.

He had stored too much at the time, and there was still quite a bit left now.

Chi Yan frowned when he heard what he wanted.

“You want to add… ice to the soy milk?” Chi Yan looked at Murong as if he was looking at a fool.

Murong felt provoked by his gaze.

“Otherwise, drink it hot like you? It’s almost noon, and the sun is so strong. Aren’t you hot?”

“I’m not hot, you’re just irritable,” Chi Yan retorted, adding a few ice cubes to Murong’s soy milk.

After finishing the soy milk, Murong wiped his mouth. “It’s still a bit warm; I’ll add more next time.”

“There won’t be a next time.”

“Ah? You’ve got to be kidding, we’re all good friends, and you can’t even add two ice cubes?” Lin Murong couldn’t believe he was being so stingy.

“Adding ice cubes is fine, but—do you have soy milk?” Chi Yan glanced at him.

“You’re not going to share it with me?” Lin Murong looked at him in disbelief.

“One week.” Chi Yan said indifferently.

He had said no freeloading for a week, and that included the soy milk with the food.

“All this soy milk, and you’re going to finish it in a week?” There must be a lot of soy milk ground from three big buckets of soybeans, even if Su Yinhe and Chi Yan split it half and half, that’s still a lot.

A week… They probably couldn’t finish it.

“Then just save it.” He had space, whatever goes in comes out the same way, no fear of it spoiling.

Lin Murong clutched his chest, “You’ve changed; you weren’t this stingy before. Have you forgotten our vow of eternal friendship?”

Chi Yan’s expression remained unchanged as he magically produced a bun and stuffed it into Lin Murong’s mouth, successfully shutting him up.

A dog can’t spit out ivory.

Every day he regretted saving Lin Murong’s dog life.

Su Yinhe watched their antics, unable to suppress her laughter.

She thought Lin Murong would make a great actor.

After finishing one cup of soy milk, Chi Yan poured another and added a lot of sugar.

“Brother Chi, you’re still young, it’s okay to drink something sweet occasionally, but you should also think about your future. What if you get diabetes when you’re old?”

“There’s no cure now.” Now that there aren’t even hospitals left, getting diabetes means just waiting for death.

Lin Murong finished the big bun and started blabbing again.

Back to his fatherly concerns.

Chi Yan gripped his cup tighter.

“Don’t end up not killed by zombies, not frozen to death, not died of dehydration, but of diabetes instead. Brother Chi, listen to me, don’t eat so sweetly. Cutting back on sugar won’t kill you.” Lin Murong never understood why Chi Yan liked sweets so much.

He could even eat things that were so sweet they were bitter without changing his expression.

“Don’t worry, you won’t see that day.” The person who would die first definitely wasn’t him. Chi Yan spoke lightly.

Lin Murong felt a lot of pressure being a naggling old father; his son was definitely not listening at all.

Wondering if he was doing it to show Lin Murong, Chi Yan, after finishing his drink, poured another cup of soy milk, this time, dumping all the sugar in.

He didn’t pour much soy milk, just a shallow layer, eventually the sugar outnumbered the soy milk.

Lin Murong was stunned, so was Su Yinhe.

Her sugar…

A full canister, she had only poured a little bit, and it was gone?

Could Chi Yan really eat this much sweetness?

After emptying the sugar from the canister, Chi Yan took out a bag of sugar from his space, tore it open, and refilled the canister.

Then he picked up the spoon and started eating spoonfuls of sugar from the cup raw.

Su Yinhe watched and felt like gagging.

Scared, she took a sip of fruit tea to calm herself.

Lin Murong dared not speak anymore, fearing Chi Yan might commit to even more bizarre acts.

The son has grown up; he’s being rebellious.

This rebellion never ends.

He can’t even say anything. Lin Murong, the old father, was heartbroken.

“Is it sweet?”

After Chi Yan ate most of the cup of sugar, Su Yinhe cautiously asked.

“It’s fine.” Chi Yan squinted his eyes, clearly enjoying it.