FVN Chapter 52: A Lot of Information
Chapter 52: A Lot of Information
Chapter 52: Chapter 52: A Lot of Information
“Husband, that girl next door probably won’t come back from the government shelter, right?”
He Chunmei stood more than a meter away from Jiang Yan’s door, holding an almost dead flashlight, and flashed it a few times towards the wire mesh above the door.@@@@
The flashlight was actually very dim, and after looking up for a long time, she couldn’t discern anything.
When many people had rushed out into the rain “for fun,” their family had stayed in the underground parking lot and didn’t go out.
They didn’t get rained on; they were dry.
But she had been frightened by that door last time.
Even now, with the whole city experiencing a power outage, she still felt the aftereffects and dared not get too close.
“It’s highly likely that she will come back,” Zhou Guangfu opened the door with a “creak” and let his daughter and son enter the house first before answering her.
He Chunmei: “Oh, why?”
“Before it was extreme heat, and the government’s temporary shelters were all underground or in the mountains. Now with the torrential rain, those places have become disaster areas for floods and landslides. The government will definitely choose to evacuate.
If it were me, I would certainly follow the government personnel in search of a new location. But she doesn’t seem like someone who can endure hardships. With the storm outside so severe, she would probably choose to come home first.”
Zhou Guangfu finished speaking and then changed the subject with a hint of suspicion: “Speaking of which, wife, didn’t you blame her for not opening the door for us before? Why are you suddenly concerned about her now?”
“Who has the time to be concerned about her! I just think there’s a good show coming up! And it’s going to be the juiciest dog-eat-dog show!” Upon hearing this, He Chunmei’s lips curved unconsciously, and her voice involuntarily rose a notch.
Zhou Guangfu’s previously calm face suddenly darkened upon hearing this:
“Wife, aren’t we too preoccupied with our own troubles to care about this? What kind of trouble are you planning to stir up now?”
His parents had passed away on the first night they moved down to the underground parking garage.
His father suffered a myocardial infarction induced by the heat, and his mother had a stroke, passing away in the middle of the night.
With the death of his parents, he seemed to have woken up.
In the past, for the sake of family harmony, he always tried to tolerate everything He Chunmei said and did.
To outsiders, this seemed somewhat spineless.
He was aware of it, but chose to ignore it.
But now, with his parents gone and after experiencing more than twenty days of life that was neither human nor ghostly, he realized there was no need to tolerate it any longer.
“Spring—”
Su Dai was about to explain that they had gone to help the property move sandbags when Sun Jingtao grabbed her, “Let’s go home, baby. There’s no use explaining to her when her words are so stupid and boring.”
Su Dai’s lips pursed, and she obediently murmured an “Mm.”
The two of them, hand in hand, turned around and went back to their house.
In the past, everyone, no matter what, would have still considered their neighbors’ feelings.
Most of the time, people could keep a smile on their face while inwardly cursing.
But now, even seven- or eight-year-old kids knew that the apocalypse had arrived.
There was no need to indulge anyone anymore.
Left with a cold shoulder, He Chunmei stood silently for a few seconds, a bit ashamed, before finally opening the door and going back home.
Jiang Yan watched the blank surveillance screen, recalling the words He Chunmei had said earlier.
So, Zhang Qiqi had prepared a “welcome back” gift for her.
Heh.
She had actually planned to go knock on their door a little later.
Well, good.
Then come at me with all you’ve got!
*
Once again, her stomach “gurgled” a few times, and Jiang Yan realized that she really needed to find food.
She put down her pad, stood up, and took a lightweight handwoven silk shawl from the wardrobe, draping it over her shoulders before going into the Space.
She had been eating too much spicy hot pot recently and felt a bit overheated, so she was planning to eat something light tonight.
With a thought, the one-person meal set she had previously ordered from a Cantonese tea restaurant appeared on the dining table:
Pork rib and Chinese yam congee, blanched Chinese broccoli, steamed chicken feet with soy sauce, pan-fried yellow croaker, spicy and sour lotus rootlets, plus a cup of iced lemon tea.
The dishes were simple, yet they had all the qualities of good food: color, aroma, and flavor.
Jiang Yan ate contentedly and satisfactorily.