There was milk, chocolates of various shapes, and whipped cream spray. Most of the milk had already been taken, and the whipped cream was gone as well—only two bottles of whipped cream spray were left lying on the shelf.
Some of the decorative chocolates had fallen scattered on the floor, smeared with mud and blood.
Behind the shelves were still many decorative dried fruits, but most of the goods in the warehouse had already been taken. What could be seen now were only the leftovers.
Su Yun glanced at the few people still distributing items behind her. Seeing that they weren’t paying attention to her, she opened her backpack, picked up the milk, and stuffed it inside.
She packed ten bottles in total before stopping, though only two bottles were actually in the backpack—the rest were stored in her space.
She also took some of the remaining decorative chocolates from the shelf. Not long after, two more people entered the warehouse.
They also filled plastic bags with some flour, then came over to take milk. Seeing that more people were arriving, Su Yun zipped up her backpack and left the warehouse.
Looking at the steaming cake machines in the bakery, as well as the neatly arranged molds, her heart itched—but she knew now was not the time.
There were still two surveillance cameras watching this bakery.
And behind those cameras, not only officials were watching—so was the shop owner.
Watching Su Yun and the others enter her warehouse and take away so many things, the shop owner’s heart was bleeding.
But outside her villa area, zombies were everywhere. She didn’t dare go out and could only stare helplessly through the surveillance.
After leaving the cake shop, Su Yun went to the noodle shop next door. This shop had been here since her childhood.
The street had undergone several renovations, but their shop had always remained.
All the food in the shop revolved around noodles. As soon as one entered, eye-catching signs could be seen on the walls.
Lobster noodles, shredded chicken noodles, braised pork noodles, mixed-braise noodles… she had eaten all of them before. The chairs inside the shop were toppled and crooked.
There were many bloody handprints on the walls as well.
A zombie with its head smashed in lay near the drinks cabinet, still wearing an apron.
When Su Yun saw the gold bracelet on the zombie’s wrist, her steps paused slightly. She recognized that bracelet all too well—it belonged to the auntie who always secretly gave her extra meat.
“Quick, quick, quick. In a couple of days, there’ll probably be even more people coming to this street. We have to get more stuff today….”
Hearing the voices, Su Yun turned her head. It was three boys about her age. The backpacks they carried were just ordinary ones, not very spacious.
They had only done some simple protective measures.
Clearly, this wasn’t their first time here. They walked straight past Su Yun and went directly into the noodle shop’s back kitchen.
Su Yun followed closely behind them.
As soon as she entered the kitchen, she saw two machines used for mixing dough. This noodle shop mostly made everything fresh and sold it on the spot.
Behind the kitchen was another room. In the corner were cleaning tools, along with four freezers and two shelves. One shelf held neatly arranged stainless-steel basins.
The other shelf held noodles wrapped in newspaper—handmade noodles. These were custom orders for regular customers and sold very quickly.
After entering the room, the three boys went straight for the noodle shelf. They opened their backpacks and hurriedly grabbed bundles of packaged noodles, stuffing them inside.
Their movements were quick and practiced.
Su Yun glanced at the three of them, then walked toward the freezers against the wall. Most of the items inside had already been taken.
Only some frozen lobster tails remained, along with four bags of secret chili sauce. In another freezer lay a lump of frozen braised meat.
Without hesitation, Su Yun opened the freezer and took all the lobster tails, didn’t leave behind the chili sauce, and also took the remaining chunk of braised meat.
She then glanced at the stainless-steel basins on the shelves. They were full of good stuff—cracklings from rendering pork fat and snow-white lard.
Another basin held cleaned large bones, but they hadn’t been processed in time. After several days, those bones had already spoiled.
Several basins of lard had already been scooped out, but two basins were still intact.
Su Yun carefully observed the shop. There was a surveillance camera in front of the counter, one in the back kitchen, one at the entrance, and one in this storage room.
However, the cameras had been destroyed. Judging by the damage, it had happened within the last two days.
With the three boys still around, it wasn’t convenient for her to act.
Fortunately, after packing the noodles, the three boys planned to look for other supplies and soon left. Seeing no one around, Su Yun stored the two intact basins of lard into her space.
She also collected two basins of pork cracklings.
An entire shelf of noodles now had less than half left. Su Yun didn’t take much—she stored ten bundles of noodles into her space.
Soon, more people would go out searching for supplies, and the authorities would likely take action before long.
As she left, Su Yun glanced once more at the dough-mixing machines.
Next to the noodle shop was a candied hawthorn shop, selling all kinds of fruit tanghulu.
However, people searching for supplies generally wouldn’t come here. This shop was on the food street and was infamous for its terrible reputation.
They often used rotten fruit to make tanghulu and sell it to customers. Su Yun had eaten there before and ended up with a stomachache and diarrhea all night.
Upon entering the tanghulu shop, the air was filled with the stench of rotting fruit. Su Yun looked around—any good fruit had already been picked clean, and what remained was all spoiled.
But in the cabinet under the wall shelf, there were many kinds of sugar—white sugar, brown sugar, yellow sugar…