"Open the door! Open the door!"
"I am Chen Zhenghao. We want to switch to another room to stay. Open the door quickly, or I'll shoot!"
Inside the room, the young couple clung to each other in fear.
"What should we do? They are here to seize our house. I'm afraid we won't even keep the little food we have left."
The wife looked despairingly at her young husband.
The husband, a bespectacled clerk, comforted her, "Don't worry, everything will be fine. If they want the house, let's give it to them."
"By the way, quickly hide the remaining food in your clothes."
The couple concealed the little food they had left in their clothes and then timidly opened the door.
Seeing the menacing Chen Zhenghao and his men outside, the man swallowed hard, bowed, and said, "Brother Hao, this house is yours from now on. We'll leave immediately."
As they were about to leave, one of Chen Zhenghao's henchmen sneered and raised a steel pipe.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, the man's eyes darkened as he collapsed to the ground.
After passing out, his eyes still showed disbelief.
He couldn't understand why, despite obediently giving up the house, they were still attacked.
The woman looked in horror at her husband lying motionless on the ground.
"Ah!!!"
She covered her mouth and let out a sharp scream.
Another club struck her head.
Two henchmen approached, without saying a word, rendering the couple unable to speak again.
Dr. Zhou Ker sighed, holding back her nausea. This was the first time she witnessed a murder, and even with strong psychological resilience, maintaining composure was impossible.
Chen Zhenghao glanced at her and sneered, "It's too cold; they'll die sooner or later. Dr. Zhou, you need to get used to this kind of thing!"
Having killed so many people, he had completely lost his reverence for life.
There was one thing Chen Zhenghao was unwilling to admit—he felt fear after being targeted by Zhang Yi's bounty and attacked. Hence, he had to suppress the property owners on all floors more brutally, making them submit!
Dr. Zhou Ker, suppressing her disgust, remained silent.
Chen Zhenghao entered the house casually, instructing his henchmen to dispose of the two people.
...
In the following days, Zhang Yi often heard clattering sounds from next door, knowing that Chen Zhenghao and his men were looking for weaknesses in his room. They took shifts monitoring the front door and rear window of his house.
Chen Zhenghao believed that Zhang Yi would eventually come out to dispose of trash or fetch melted snow. Seizing any opportunity to kill him would allow Chen Zhenghao to take everything that belonged to him.
However, what he didn't anticipate was that Zhang Yi possessed a massive dimensional space, so a water source was not an issue. Nevertheless, opening the window to throw away trash was inconvenient for Zhang Yi.
Chen Zhenghao had a gun, and Zhang Yi wasn't willing to take that risk.
However, for a homebody like Zhang Yi, a little extra garbage at home didn't matter much. In his leisure time, he played games or watched pre-downloaded movies and TV shows.
The pleas and curses from the property owners in the group continued daily.
Along with them came desperate and furious insults.
"Zhang Yi, you're a heartless bastard! You could have let everyone live a little longer; why are you so selfish!"
"You're destined to be alone!"
"Don't you have a heart? Not helping us will haunt you with guilt and regret for the rest of your life!"
Facing the neighbors' angry insults, Zhang Yi's response was simple. He decided to livestream himself eating in the group, recording his life and sharing it with them.
"Hello, everyone, today I'm making braised pork belly!"
After saying this, a piece of at least two kilograms of pork belly was thrown onto the cutting board.
The neighbors in the group turned red-eyed.
"Why use so much pork belly for braised pork? If you can't finish it, don't waste it—give it to me, give it to me!"
"Zhang Yi, you're not human. You don't deserve to eat that piece of pork belly!"
"Zhang Yi, I haven't had any oily food for a week. Please let me have a piece of pigskin!"
"Let me drink some oil; you don't want it, right? Give it to me, please!"
People on the brink of starvation were utterly defenseless against such high-fat food.
With a series of clicks, Zhang Yi, through the screen, seemed to have filled the air with the fragrance of braised pork belly.
However, after cooking for a while, Zhang Yi furrowed his brow.
He picked up a piece of pork belly, tasted it, and spat it into the trash can.
"Too much soy sauce! Damn, this meat is ruined."
Although Zhang Yi cooked regularly, he seldom made big dishes.
Unfortunately, the soy sauce was accidentally overused. What was once a good pot of meat was now saturated with the taste of soy sauce.
Even because the caramel color wasn't caramelized well, it tasted bitter.
"How can I eat this? Ah, what a waste! Too wasteful!"
Zhang Yi shook his head helplessly.
He had wanted to showcase his cooking skills, but it turned out to be a disaster. Unfortunately, there were no dogs at home; otherwise, the meat wouldn't have gone to waste.
With no other option, he poured the entire pot of pork into the trash can.
The group exploded with messages, and neighbors were driven to madness!
"Don't throw it away, please don't! My mouth is a trash can; I'm here!"
"Why are you doing this? Why throw it away? Why, why, why? Ahhh!"
"Quick, throw away your trash; I'll come pick it up!"
"Master, I'm late. Do you need a dog to help you deal with the garbage?"
Some were infuriated by Zhang Yi's actions, almost passing out on the spot.
Their hearts were bleeding!
In the freezing cold, with gas cut off, cooking wasn't possible. Eating something warm had become a luxury.
Not to mention braised pork belly; they couldn't even dream of eating such a delicacy.
Yet Zhang Yi, without any thriftiness, poured a pot of it into the trash can.
The neighbors were almost driven to madness!
"I'll stick to something ready-made!"
Zhang Yi turned the camera, and over a clean and tidy table appeared more than a dozen large dishes.
The warm yellow light shone on the table, making the food look even more delicious.
Pointing at each dish, Zhang Yi enthusiastically introduced them.
"Everyone, tonight, I'm having sautéed prawns, green onion-braised sea cucumber, one-pot tofu, sweet and sour Yellow River carp, spicy pig intestines, pickled fish slices, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, wuchang fish egg soup, and candied yams."
"Dear friends, dinner is served. Let's eat!"
Zhang Yi set up his phone, becoming like a gourmet streamer, and started enjoying his meal.
The neighbors' messages
went wild.
"Zhang Yi, give me a bite! I'll kowtow to you!"
"Zhang Yi, let my child have a taste of the fish, even if it's just the tail!"
"Zhang Yi, you're my father, and I'm your son. Let me have a sip of the soup!"
Various pleading voices filled the group, and some people even called Zhang Yi frantically.
Ignoring them, Zhang Yi blissfully continued eating.
Watching the neighbors' desperate and angry expressions, Zhang Yi felt that the meal was even more delicious.