Apocalyptic natural disasters, I have unlimited supermarkets stocked with supplies

"Change them all."

Chi Yan took out the gold bars from his backpack one by one and arranged them neatly.

After finishing the coding, I saw that one of the roots was a little crooked, so I moved it.

You see, I have obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Su Yinhe counted the items and quoted the price to him.

"Thank you."

Chi Yan smiled at her, his eyebrows curved.

Su Yinhe was stunned. She didn't come back to her senses until Chi Yan's figure was covered by the shelves.

After Chi Yan entered, he did not go straight to the instant noodles area and compressed biscuit area like others. Instead, he strolled over slowly and picked up some if he was interested.

When Lin Murong ran into Chi Yan carrying several boxes of instant noodles, he found that Chi Yan had brought a bunch of flashy things.

"What are you doing with so much coffee?" Lin Murong was shocked.

"Do you want to eat it?"

"drink."

"Drink? Then you don't need to eat? You spend so much money to buy coffee? Is your small box of coffee enough to buy all my instant noodles?" Lin Murong looked at the cup in Chi Yan's hand The coffee was packaged in an unusually beautiful box, which made my heart ache.

Some people can't even afford to eat, and some people have so much money but only buy a small box of coffee.

"Maybe... I can buy a few more boxes." Chi Yan replied after recalling the prices on the shelves.

Lin Murong: "..."

The clown was me.

"Damn rich man." Lin Murong's teeth were itching.

"Thank you for the compliment." Chi Yan smiled and accepted the "praise."

"Don't you want to buy something else? Don't you want to buy something to eat?" Didn't you think that breakfast tasted bad and you didn't eat breakfast for several days in a row?

There are so many things in this supermarket, could it be that Chi Yan only likes this small box of coffee.

"I'm not...waiting for you." Chi Yan smiled at him.

Lin Murong looked at him and smiled, with goosebumps all over his body, "What...what do you mean?"

A few minutes later.

Lin Murong was dragging a shopping cart with his left hand and pushing a shopping cart with his right hand.

Chi Yan, on the other hand, stood next to him with empty hands, taking something from the shelf and putting it in the shopping cart from time to time.

Lin Murong felt that he was a big injustice.

Even though he had already finished all the shopping, he insisted on helping push the cart with the 50 yuan reward from Chan Chi Yan.

Most people push a cart by themselves, but he was special, as he had neither left nor right hand free.

His boxes of instant noodles had already been moved out. Chi Yan seduced the shopkeeper with his beauty and promised to help him look after the boxes of instant noodles.

"Twenty-seven boxes of wontons? How many packs of instant noodles can this buy?" Lin Murong shed tears of envy as she watched Chi Yan grab two boxes of instant wontons.

"Let's make do, let's have breakfast." Chi Yan sighed helplessly. He still wanted to eat noodles, but he didn't want to eat instant noodles.

Chi Yan bought another milk, the most expensive one.

Lin Murong looked at him taking it and asked pitifully, "Can I still get your breakfast?" He also wanted to drink milk. There were more than thirty boxes of milk, which should be delicious.

"Okay. I still have a lot of steamed buns in my space." Those steamed buns are really hard to swallow. Just enough for Lin Murong.

Lin Murong had a strong stomach and could not die no matter how much he ate.

"Where's the milk?" Although the buns were delicious, he was also greedy for milk. Nowadays, everyone who goes into the supermarket is full, and only Chi Yan, a weirdo, is willing to change his milk.

"No." Chi Yan replied quickly without thinking at all.

When it comes to food, if you don't like it, Chi Yan can give it all to Lin Murong. But if Chi Yan likes her, no matter how pitiful Lin Murong is, he won't let her go.

Even if you are a friend, you cannot lower your quality of life because of this.

This is Chi Yan’s rule of life.

Chi Yan and Lin Murong walked around slowly, but didn't meet anyone along the way because they took a different route from everyone else.

Everyone goes there for the filling food.

There is only Chiyan, look here and there.

Buy whatever is expensive and whatever is flashy.

If this were his son, he would be slapped twice.

Lin Murong's heart ached when she looked at the prices of those things.

A small piece of chocolate for 188, a small box of chewing gum for 26, a small pack of biscuits for 18...

What are the things I bought here.

This is not the most extreme thing.

The most outrageous thing is that they didn't know how to wander around and went to the second floor. Chi Yan saw the wet wipes sold on the second floor at a glance. His eyes lit up, he stretched out his hand and took a cart full of wet wipes.

Lin Murong's pupils shook. How did they get to the second floor? Why did Chi Yan bring so many inedible wet wipes? Will Chi Yan really not starve to death if this continues?

"Wait a minute, stop taking it. Are you going to take this pile of wet wipes back?"

"Well, I need it very much." Chi Yan touched the wet wipes in the shopping cart with some nostalgia.

After the apocalypse, he had stocked up on a lot of wet wipes. After all, he had a slight mysophobia and needed this very much.

But what I didn't expect was that I still stocked up too little. After using it for three years, I ran out of it.

No one knew how devastated he was after running out of wet wipes.

It happened to be extremely hot at the time. Although he had water powers and could take a bath every day and wipe his face and body with a soaked towel whenever he could, there were no wet wipes available.

Wet wipes, one for face, one for neck and back of arms.

If he takes towels, he also needs to prepare two towels. If the towels are used for a long time, they are prone to bacteria.

He was thinking at that time that as long as he had the conditions in the future, he would definitely stock up on wet wipes for ten lifetimes.

But by that time, the wet wipes were gone, even the dregs were gone.

At the beginning of the apocalypse, everyone was hoarding food and medicine, but few were crazy enough to hoard such things.

After the end of the world began, natural disasters became too frequent. What little was left that had not been looted experienced extreme cold, extreme heat, floods, snowstorms, etc. After a series of natural disasters, not even the dregs were left.

Now that he finally saw it, he must buy it!

Chi Yan decided to use all the remaining money to buy wet wipes.

But both shopping carts were full, so he had no choice but to let Lin Murong push the cart out to settle the bill, and then asked Su Yinhe to help watch.

Go back and pack the wet wipes.

Perhaps Chi Yan's love for wet wipes was so sincere that he pushed a car himself.

Of course, Lin Murong still had to push two cars.

Fortunately, the aisles in the supermarket are large, otherwise I would be stuck.

Su Yinhe was watching the surveillance on his tablet and was so cute when he saw Chi Yan crazily packing wet wipes.

She didn't open the second floor originally because she had watched on the surveillance camera these days that everyone who came to the supermarket to buy things would go straight to the instant noodles section and the compressed biscuits and compressed dry food section. The few who are rich may buy some toffee, luncheon meat, and starch sausage.

But no one wants to go to the second floor just yet.

So she never opened it.

Until Chi Yan came today.

She saw on the surveillance camera that when Chi Yan saw the stairs on the second floor, he wanted to go up. She happened to be a pretty girl, so he just wanted to go up to her.

She thought that the pool banquet was like visiting the first floor, so she slowly walked around the second floor.

Unexpectedly, Chi Yan couldn't walk when he saw the wet wipes. He kept loading, filled the shopping cart, came here to pay, then went back to pack...

Pool banquet: You don’t have to have food or breakfast, but you can’t have wet wipes and small cakes.

Chi Yan: I only have a little bit of mysophobia.