Finally managed to get all the rice out of the two bags, Mu Qiu firmly held down the bag filled with peanuts.
"Don't take these! You can eat peanuts raw!"
Zhao Yu: "...… You've adapted to the post-apocalyptic environment pretty quickly, haven't you?"
Surviving on scavenged peanuts, it's pitiful enough to make one tear up.
Mu Qiu managed to keep the peanuts that were hard to come by and sighed in relief.
"I think the production team are such jerks, they might really not give us food or drink, so we have to keep some, right? Let's go, we'll sneak around and see if there's anything else to eat nearby."
The two of them, sneaky and quiet, turned a corner and crouched down to the spot next door where small loaves of bread were being sold by the pound.
