"Here, your favorite chocolate bread!"
Zheng Xinyu handed a bulging plastic package to Zhang Su.
"Good girl."
Zhang Su enjoyed chocolate bread, often purchasing it from a bakery in Wanda Mall, but now such luxuries were beyond reach. Having such packaged goods was rare enough, so he smiled and pinched Zheng Xinyu's cheek.
A group of people walked into the dilapidated ramen shop. Underfoot, all they heard was the crunch of broken glass. Tables and chairs were askew, a refrigerator lay open on the floor, several soda bottles shattered on the ground. Through the window, the kitchen looked even messier, with only moldy dough left on the counters!
"Damn it, I thought we could have some braised beef."
Lu Yubo walked into the kitchen, scavenging with a grain sampler, only to find scattered cilantro and scallions.
