Doomsday: My Restaurant Is a Top Safe House

Chapter 1 Rebirth
After the torrential rain washed away City B, the wind was mixed with a hint of coolness, and it was bleak and quiet, like a large Shura field at the mercy of others.

As night falls, the bustling hustle and bustle of the street has faded away, only sporadic street lights with blazing light, standing upright like a literati.

The familiar moon and stars have disappeared for three whole days.

There are no signs.

Experts from various countries are discussing this. Some say that the orbits of the earth and the moon have shifted, and it will continue in the future. Said that an outer space planet is about to hit the moon, and the world is coming to an end...

In short, under all kinds of logical or illogical guesses, for a while, everyone in Blue Star was in danger.

The pessimists firmly believe that the end of the world will come soon, and in the remaining time of survival, they will enjoy a life of extravagance crazily.

Alternatively boosts the economic consumption of daytime society.

The business of entertainment venues, gourmet dining, tourism and health care is unprecedentedly good, and it has taken several steps.

Supermarkets and convenience stores often run out of stock, and many people's homes are full of food and daily necessities.

The more stuffed, the more secure they feel.

A two-story Lin's noodle restaurant is located in a luxurious commercial street in City B. The downstairs has a simple reception desk, a transparent kitchenette, and tables and chairs are all stacked together.

The empty space was filled with box after box of mineral water, rice, flour, cooking oil, condiments, allergy medicine, cold medicine, bandage alcohol and so on.

At the corner of the stairs, five large silent generators stand.

Upstairs is one bedroom, one bathroom and one balcony. The usual cozy small living room is now so crowded that there is only an aisle for one person to walk through.

Several boxes of sanitary napkins, paper towels, and wet wipes are stacked high, and the left side of the double bed is full of clothes from all seasons, as well as two boxes of unopened underwear and socks.

There are countless dried sweet potatoes drying on the railing of the balcony, and other places are covered by pickled fish, duck, and beef hanging in a row, leaving tiny gaps to let in the narrow sunlight. Prepared, fermented pickled radish.

The fire in the kitchen was blaring, Lin Luyan, the proprietress of the noodle shop, was sweating profusely, her hands were covered with a lot of white sticky flour foam, and her movements did not stop at all.

Roll out the dough, stuff it, and put it in a steamer.

The refrigerator has long been stuffed to the brim, and the freezer purchased through the city's express delivery network early this morning has been plugged in and put into operation.

A lot of sweat soaked the collar, Lin Luyan raised her sleeves and wiped her flushed face without slowing down.

She ran around all day, trying her best to buy the few daily necessities in the supermarket with others.Fortunately, she has a license to operate a noodle shop, so she can buy ingredients and seasonings at the farmers' wholesale market.

In order to prevent people from excessive hoarding and waste of drug resources, pharmacies and hospitals use big data monitoring, and the reserves of drugs purchased by people without diseases are limited. Those with basic diseases or serious diseases depend on the situation, and generally do not impose too many restrictions.

Lin Luyan was severely allergic to preservatives since she was a child. She bought three large boxes of medicines for treatment, and then mentioned it to the pharmacy clerk. When she was allergic, she would have a fever and a cold, and a large number of medicines for treating such symptoms were also in her hands.

But even so, she was still panicked and extremely insecure.

Time is running out, she has to make meat and vegetable buns, dumplings and flatbreads that can last for more than half a year as soon as possible.

The damn allergy to preservatives has greatly exacerbated the difficulty of stocking her goods in the last days, and the whole hell mode.

Yes, the end is near.

Lin Luyan was reborn, just this morning.

The moment the alarm clock woke her up, the hunger that was wandering wantonly in her body disappeared inexplicably.

Are you dreaming?Or has reached the long-fantasy world of bliss.

What I saw in front of me was exactly the same as the layout of my imagined home.

He pinched his cheek hard.

pain.

Then he pinched his thigh sharply.

very painful.

Lin Luyan, with disheveled hair, bent half of her body under the bed, and unlocked the phone screen on the floor.

The date displayed on it made Lin Luyan startled, she didn't care about her bare feet without socks, she got up and went to the balcony, only to be sure that what she was standing under was an incomparably real world.

Fortunately, she was reborn on the fourth day before the end of the world.

The whole day, shopping, tidying, cooking, exhausted.

Even though she was so tired, she didn't stop her stockpiling.

Now that you are reborn, you can no longer experience the pain you once experienced.

The end of the world begins, zombies appear in the world, social order gradually becomes chaotic, and water and electricity are cut off.

After she ate up all the food in the store, she had to take a kitchen knife and go out to look for food.

Fresh meat and vegetables were either robbed or spoiled, making them inedible.

In desperation, Lin Luyan found a remote convenience store and hurriedly picked up a few packs of snacks with a short shelf life.

No way, always fill the stomach.If the storage time is short, there should be less preservatives.

Although she was careful enough, she was unfortunately recruited, and her body's allergic reaction was extremely severe, costing half of her life.

eat, no.

Don't eat, no way.

In the end, Lin Luyan starved to death in the last days.

If there is a mirror, at the last moment, she will definitely be frightened by her skinny and hideous self.

Due to this terrible constitution, she has always only eaten food cooked by herself.

Lin Luyan herself knew that even if a person like her was reborn and had the opportunity to prepare in advance, it would still be difficult to survive in the apocalyptic world where supplies are in short supply and fresh and healthy ingredients cannot be guaranteed.

Human beings are not only threatened by zombies, but also damaged by water and soil quality.

Unless they are wood-type supernatural beings, humans can't grow vegetables or rice at all.

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In the evening, the gray-red afterglow enveloped the earth, like a ghost attacking, terrifying.

Countless tiny snowflakes mixed with yellow sand and stones fell, bounced up after touching the ground, and sprayed in all directions, playing the music of the region.

On the TV, the invited experts in meteorology, astronomy, and ecology were dressed in formal attire, sitting upright, with calm and calm faces.

They use their professional knowledge to popularize the visions facing the world in real time, and warn the public not to panic. The current situation is far from reaching the end of the world.

In the final concluding remarks, the host broadcasts various data that can reassure the public, calling on everyone to relax their minds, live a normal life, and do not over stockpile.

Lin Luyan, who was immersed in filling out the material reserve list, occasionally looked up at the screen with complicated emotions.

She is an ordinary person. If she stubbornly saves the world at this time, she will be treated as a lunatic who preaches doomsday pessimism.

(End of this chapter)