Night fell, pitch black as ink. Xiao Feng walked into the kitchenware shop on the neighboring street.
It was a well-known store specializing in selling kitchenware, part of a nationwide chain. Xiao Feng wasn't a chef before; it was only after coming here that he became one. So, he still had some gaps in his understanding of certain things in the culinary field.
However, when Xiao Feng entered this dusty kitchenware store, he was instantly stunned by what was inside. Perhaps, this shop had been closed since the outbreak of the apocalypse. As there were many zombies in the streets, this place hadn't been raided, and its contents hadn't been looted. Otherwise, the knives and other sharp tools inside a kitchenware store like this could have been used as weapons.
