Chapter 149: Bread Overstock, Help Us

Unlike when Cheng Shuili first came out, the regional channel now already has scattered people speaking.

"It feels like the escape room we played in a past life, not really hard either."

"Exactly, exactly, thanks to that generous big‑bro who shared the experience; I stacked everything together and pushed it out in one go. But I clearly entered at the normal level, so the reward should be pretty average; I hope the big‑bros don't go after me!"

"Haha, such a strong will to survive."

That's right.

Near noon, the five‑person chat finally became lively.

【Wan Yi】: I'm out, lunch as usual.

【Xin Xue Chuji】: So great!

【Liang Shan Bo Yu Zhu Ying Lai】: Sis! You know me, I've been waiting for this meal since I opened my eyes!

【Ai Mi Li】: Fine.

Cheng Shuili propped her chin with one hand and typed.

【Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji】: Lunch is bread?

The chat fell silent instantly.

Xinxue is definitely resisting; eating bread for a day or two is no problem—how many days has this been going on, why isn't it finished yet?

Liang Shan Bo need not be mentioned; her anticipation for lunch is out in the open.

Yesterday morning she opened her eyes, found a trap that caught a lamb, and has been looking forward to it all day; unfortunately Wan Yi only had time to deal with it in the afternoon, so it dragged into today.

Everyone's breakfast was thin porridge, so Liang Shan Bo was hoping for lamb at lunch today.

And that bread…

Please don't be tormented by Wu Ya with bread!

Ailin has no particular objection; for her, anything to eat is fine, and the food she eats with Wu Ya is much better than before, so she's already very satisfied and has no reason to be ungrateful,

but their words are useless—Cheng Shuili has never taken her opinion, and what to actually eat still depends on the chef Wan Yi.

【Wan Yi】: I have no opinion, just look at them.

Qi Wan Yi means we should consider others' opinions; to Cheng Shuili that sounds like "we can eat bread!"

【Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji】: No opinion? Great.

Abyssal Ring's space is only that small, and keeping the bread stored takes up room; the sooner we finish them, the sooner we free up space!

Cheng Shuili handed out a few pieces of bread to each person, making that the lunch staple for them; she magnanimously agreed to let Qi Wan Yi prepare two side dishes, which put Qi Wan Yi in a bind.

Bread is different from mantou; mantou is flavorless, and she can eat it with any salty or spicy dish.

This bread is sweet, so making the dishes salty would be too odd.

Cheng Shuili, isn't this making it hard for her?

【Wan Yi】: Take your bread back, eat it at night; for today's lunch just have rice.

【Xin Xue Chuji】: Support Sister Wan Yi!

【Liang Shan Bo Yu Zhu Ying Lai】: Support sis!!

They didn't say a word earlier, but the moment they heard "rice," they jumped up.

How could Cheng Shuili not understand these two's thoughts?

That's enough.

Cheng Shuili looked displeased, yet went around collecting the bread back. Others wanted to buy it but couldn't get any, and these few people were so ungrateful.

"Sigh." Cheng Shuili sighed, "When life gets comfortable people start being picky."

She frowned and tallied up the meal bill.

Ailin's doesn't need counting; what she does is dangerous, so handling food is appropriate. Moreover, she's thin‑skinned and often hands the prepared ingredients over to Qi Wan Yi—last time she even delivered a bunch of scallions.

Xinxue secured so many ingredients for her, truly a contributor.

Liang Shan Bo, this little "Euro‑king," is usually useless, but now most of the meat being eaten was caught in the girl's trap, so his contribution is indispensable.

As for Qi Wan Yi and herself, one is the chef and the other the boss; the two of them not getting a meal is truly a reversal of the heavens.

By that calculation, it really is wrong to let anyone not eat.

Cheng Shuili looked at the bread in her hand, then suddenly stood up and knocked on the cockpit door.

Su Rui turned her head, her gaze asking a question.

Cheng Shuili touched the back of her head, smiling awkwardly, "Um… do you eat bread?"

Su Rui's eyes sharpened instantly, her gaze revealing only three words: "Looking for trouble?" She keenly realized that this "master" indeed doesn't treat her as a servant, but certainly not as a person either.

Cheng Shuili: "......"

"Ask what's up, really!"

She half‑heartedly closed the door, fiddled with the private chat for a while, then suddenly thought of Guang Hui, that big scapegoat.

If she tells him now that the next disaster will be famine and sends him a few pieces of expired bread, won't that move the guy to tears?

No hesitation, Cheng Shuili knocked on Guang Hui's small window.

She waited a while without a reply, then looked up at the clock—it was almost twelve.

Guang Hui still hasn't entered the Instance?

That's possible; his ranking on the leaderboard is decent, still in the top hundred, so the Instance he's in must be higher difficulty and take longer.

Cheng Shuili felt a bit regretful, shook her head and decided to wait honestly for lunch.

At noon Qi Wan Yi prepared three dishes: a clear stewed lamb soup, scallion‑fried lamb, and a cold tossed wild vegetable.

The lamb came from the lamb caught in Liang Shan Bo's trap yesterday, and the wild vegetables were those Xinxue uncovered in the supply crate.

At first this person didn't recognize it as wild veg, posted a photo in the chat, and Qi Wan Yi identified it, so it wasn't discarded.

When Cheng Shuili received the dishes, the lamb soup was bubbling in a clay pot, its milky broth dotted with a few goji berries and scallion strands, and the aroma seeped through the lid's cracks, instantly filling the entire room.

Qi Wan Yi hands them out one by one; each time she first gives to Cheng Shuili, and only after Cheng Shuili's side is fully equipped can she prepare for the others.

Cheng Shuili is also spiteful; she kept thinking about how that person had just looked down on her bread, so she directly took a photo and posted it in the five‑person small group.

Liang Shan Bo Yu Zhu Ying Lai lost her composure the instant she saw the photo, sniffing like a little puppy and staring fixedly at the sandpot in the picture.

【Liang Shan Bo Zhu Ying Lai】: Ahhhh! I want to eat!

When Cheng Shuili opened the voice message she had sent, even Su Rui, who was sitting in the driver's cabin, was startled.

Xinxue was equally unwilling to be outdone.

【Xin Xue Chuji】: I'm dying of hunger, I'm dying of hunger, I'm dying of hunger! (picture) Lao Da, did you see? These are all my saliva.

The picture is of the water pool in her car.

Cheng Shuili: "......"

That statement is pretty disgusting.

However, the aroma of the food was truly tempting; Cheng Shuili couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and after tasting a mouthful of mutton soup, she even wanted to travel back in time to slap herself for wanting to eat bread.

Bread will always be available, but such a good meal is not common!

The rice grains are plump, steamed to perfection.

The scallion‑stir‑fried mutton must have been fried in an iron pot, giving it a rich pot‑aroma. The white parts of the scallions inside have turned translucent, with slightly yellowed edges. The mutton slices are as thin as cicada wings, completely sealing in the juices.