"Trade them all."
Chi Yan took out each gold bar from his backpack one by one, arranging them neatly.
After arranging, he noticed one was slightly crooked and adjusted it.
It was obvious, he had OCD.
Su Yinhe counted them and gave him a price.
"Thank you."
Chi Yan smiled at her, his eyes curving.
Su Yinhe was stunned until Chi Yan's figure was hidden by the shelves before she snapped back to reality.
Once inside, Chi Yan didn't head straight for the instant noodles and compressed biscuits area like others, but leisurely strolled instead, picking up whatever interested him.
When Lin Murong, carrying several boxes of instant noodles, bumped into Chi Yan, he noticed Chi Yan was carrying a bunch of flashy yet impractical things.
"Why do you have so much coffee?" Lin Murong was shocked.
"To eat?"
"To drink."
"Drink? Don't you need to eat? You spend all this money on coffee? This little box of coffee could buy all the instant noodles I have," Lin Murong said, eyeing the exquisitely packaged coffee in Chi Yan's hand and feeling pained.
Some couldn't even afford food, yet someone with so much money only buys a small box of coffee.
"Maybe... I could buy a few more boxes," Chi Yan recalled the prices on the shelves and responded.
Lin Murong: "..."
I am the clown.
"Damn rich people." Lin Murong's teeth itched.
"Thanks for the compliment." Chi Yan smiled, taking the "compliment."
"Aren't you buying anything else? Not even some food?" It wasn't that he hated breakfast and had skipped it for several days.
How could Chi Yan only fancy this small box of coffee in such a supermarket full of goods?
"I was... waiting for you," Chi Yan said with a smile.
Looking at his smile, Lin Murong got goosebumps, "Wha... what do you mean?"
A few minutes later.
Lin Murong dragged one shopping cart with his left hand and pushed another with his right.
While Chi Yan stood beside him with empty hands, occasionally taking things off the shelves and placing them in the carts.
Lin Murong felt like a big sucker.
He had already finished shopping but was tempted by the fifty yuan Chi Yan offered to help push the carts.
Normally everyone pushes one cart, but he was special, both hands full.
His multiple boxes of instant noodles had already been moved out, and Chi Yan had seduced the shop owner with his good looks, agreeing to watch over the noodles.
"This wonton, twenty-seven yuan a box? That could buy a few packets of instant noodles," Lin Murong said, shedding tears of envy after Chi Yan casually picked up two boxes of instant wontons.
"Let's settle, it's breakfast anyway." Chi Yan sighed helplessly; he still wanted noodles, but not instant noodles.
Chi Yan also bought milk, the most expensive kind.
While picking it up, Lin Murong asked pitifully, "Can I still come over for breakfast?" He wanted to drink milk too, the thirty-something yuan a box kind must taste great.
"Sure. I still have lots of steamed buns in my space," those steamed buns were really hard to swallow, just perfect to give to Lin Murong.
Lin Murong had a strong stomach; he could eat anything and not get sick.
"What about the milk?" As tasty as the steamed buns were, he was also craving the milk. Now in the supermarket, everyone exchanged their goods for enough food, only Chi Yan, this oddity, was willing to trade for milk.
"No," Chi Yan replied very quickly, without a second thought.
When it came to food, if he didn't like it, Chi Yan could give it all to Lin Murong. But if he liked it, no matter how pitiful Lin Murong looked, he wouldn't share.
Even friends shouldn't compromise their quality of life.
That was Chi Yan's life principle.
Chi Yan and Lin Murong walked slowly, rarely encountering anyone because they took a different path from the others.
Everyone else was heading for fully stocked food.
Only Chi Yan would look here and there.
He'd buy whatever was expensive or whatever was ostentatiously impractical.
If it had been his son, he would have deserved a couple of slaps.
Lin Murong was pained looking at the price tags—
188 yuan for a small piece of chocolate, 26 yuan for a small box of chewing gum, 18 yuan for a small packet of biscuits…
What kinds of things were these to buy.
And that wasn't even the worst of it.
The worst part was, somehow, as they walked, they ended up on the second floor, and Chi Yan immediately noticed the wet wipes for sale, his eyes lit up, and he grabbed a cartful of them.
The shock registered in Lin Murong's pupils—how did they end up on the second floor? Why did Chi Yan grab so many inedible wet wipes? Could Chi Yan really survive this way?
"Wait a minute, are you really just taking all these wet wipes back with you?"
"Yes, I need them," Chi Yan said, nostalgically touching the wet wipes in the shopping cart.
After the apocalypse, he had hoarded quite a few wet wipes, as he had a bit of a cleanliness neurosis and really needed them.
But to his dismay, he hadn't hoarded enough, and after three years, he ran out.
No one knew how devastated he was when the wet wipes were gone.
It was extremely hot at that time, and even though he had the Water Power and could bathe every day and use a wet towel to wipe his face and body as conditions allowed, wet wipes were so much more convenient.
One wipe for the face, one for the neck, arms, and back.
With towels, he would need to prepare two and, over time, towels could harbor bacteria.
He decided then that if he ever had the chance, he would hoard enough wet wipes to last ten lifetimes.
But by then, the wet wipes were gone, not even scraps were left.
In the beginning of the apocalypse, everyone hoarded food and medicines. Few lunatics hoarded such things.
After the apocalypse began, natural disasters were too frequent; what little had not been scavenged went through extreme cold, extreme heat, floods, snow disasters, among other natural calamities, leaving nothing behind.
Now that he finally found them, he had to buy!
Chi Yan decided to spend all his remaining money on wet wipes.
But with two shopping carts already full, he had no choice but to ask Lin Murong to push the carts out and settle the bill, then have Su Yinhe watch.
He continued going back for more wet wipes.
Perhaps Chi Yan's love for wet wipes was truly genuine; he pushed a cart himself.
Of course, Lin Murong still had to push two carts.
Fortunately, the aisles in the supermarket were wide, otherwise, they would have gotten stuck.
Su Yinhe was watching the monitors on a tablet and was charmed by Chi Yan's frantic collection of wet wipes.
She hadn't opened the second floor because she had been monitoring the supermarket for a few days and noticed that people who came shopping usually headed straight for the instant noodles section, compressed biscuits, and compacted food. A few wealthier ones might buy some milk candy, luncheon meat, or potato sausages.
But no one thought of going to the second floor.
So, she hadn't opened it.
Not until Chi Yan came.
She saw on the monitor that Chi Yan noticed the stairs to the second floor and wanted to go up. Luckily, she is into good looks, so when he wanted to go up, she opened it.
She thought Chi Yan would browse the second floor like he did the first.
Instead, once Chi Yan saw the wet wipes, he couldn't walk away and kept loading, filled up his cart and came to settle the bill, then went back for more...