Zhang Yi's attitude towards Fang Yuqing was extremely cold.
Fang Yuqing and Lin Caining noticed something was off.
However, after mistakenly thinking Zhang Yi was a hidden rich heir, they weren't angry at his attitude. Instead, they eagerly approached him.
"Hey, Zhang Yi, were you just eating at this restaurant?" Lin Caining asked nonchalantly.
Zhang Yi frowned slightly. This woman was no good either, just like Fang Yuqing.
She had a hand in stealing his food and causing his death in his previous life.
"Yes."
Zhang Yi replied coldly, then turned and walked towards the supermarket with his hands in his pockets.
Fang Yuqing and Lin Caining quickly followed.
"Zhang Yi, where are you going?" Fang Yuqing asked with a gentle smile.
"To the supermarket."
Zhang Yi's voice remained cold and slightly impatient.
If not for wanting her to experience the despair of the apocalypse, he would have killed her already.
Fang Yuqing gave Lin Caining a look, who quickly said, "What a coincidence, we were planning to buy some things too. Let's go together!"
Zhang Yi understood now.
They must have seen him eating a lavish meal at the Michelin three-star restaurant and mistakenly thought he was a hidden rich heir.
That's why they were suddenly so enthusiastic.
He didn't bother talking to them and headed straight to the supermarket.
The more indifferent he was, the more Fang Yuqing and Lin Caining believed he was rich.
Otherwise, why would he be so aloof?
They followed closely, with Fang Yuqing occasionally brushing against Zhang Yi, pretending to be shy when he looked at her.
Zhang Yi sneered inwardly.
Such a classic act from a green tea b*tch. If she acted in movies, she'd win an Oscar.
Zhang Yi grabbed a shopping cart and started walking through the supermarket.
Fang Yuqing and Lin Caining quickly grabbed carts and followed.
"Zhang Yi, were you eating with someone?" Fang Yuqing asked with a smile.
Walking towards the food section, Zhang Yi replied coldly, "Can't I eat alone?"
Fang Yuqing's eyes lit up, quickly saying, "Oh, I didn't mean that. It's just that the food there is so expensive. I thought you were treating someone."
Lin Caining couldn't help but ask, "Zhang Yi, you make just over ten thousand a month, right? That meal must have cost half your salary."
"Looks like your family left you a lot of money."
Fang Yuqing quickly glared at Lin Caining.
Idiot, you can't ask such things!
As a top-tier green tea b*tch, the most important rule is: talk feelings with the rich, talk money with the poor.
Realizing her mistake, Lin Caining quickly backtracked. "Haha, I was just joking. We're all friends here. Money doesn't matter."
Zhang Yi ignored them.
In the food section, he looked at the rows of items, feeling like he'd entered a treasure trove.
In his previous life, he had experienced stretching a pack of instant noodles for two days.
So he had an insatiable desire for food.
Zhang Yi began piling food into his cart.
Sausages, instant noodles, self-heating hotpots, and seasonings—he bought them in large quantities.
This left Fang Yuqing and Lin Caining stunned.
"Zhang Yi, why are you buying so much food? Going camping?" Fang Yuqing asked.
"Yes."
Zhang Yi replied indifferently.
Lin Caining became suspicious, whispering to Fang Yuqing, "Do rich heirs eat this stuff when camping?"
Fang Yuqing was also doubtful, but recalling the Michelin meal, she didn't want to give up on the idea that Zhang Yi was rich.
Running up to Zhang Yi, she asked eagerly, "Need any help?"
Having free labor, Zhang Yi saw no reason not to use it.
Seeing Fang Yuqing's fake innocent smile, he felt a surge of revenge.
He wanted her to know he had hoarded tons of supplies.
When the apocalypse came and she begged for help, he would mercilessly refuse.
A smile tugged at his lips. "You two can help push the carts."
Fang Yuqing quickly agreed.
Zhang Yi then asked Lin Caining to get another cart.
Though filled with suspicion, they complied.
Zhang Yi bought a variety of storable foods: instant noodles, sausages, cured meats, and canned goods.
He also used a cart for fresh meat, fruits, and vegetables, as well as live fish.
He wanted to test if his space had any special effects on storing fresh items.
With three carts full, Zhang Yi handed the cart with the heaviest items—beef, lamb, and canned goods—to the women.
It must have weighed four or five hundred pounds, making them sweat profusely.
Fang Yuqing pouted, complaining, "Zhang Yi, how many people is this for? Do you have some event you're not telling me about?"
Zhang Yi sneered, "The world is about to end. I'm stocking up to survive."
Fang Yuqing thought he was joking and laughed, "Oh, come on! Why joke like that?"
"But after helping you so much today, you owe me a meal!"
Her eyes hinted she expected to be taken to the Michelin restaurant.
Zhang Yi smirked, "Sure, but I'm busy lately. How about next month?"
Fang Yuqing beamed, "Great, it's a deal!"
Lin Caining chimed in, "Yes, let's go together, hehe!"
The thought of a fancy meal made her excited.
Seeing Lin Caining's lack of tact, Fang Yuqing glared at her.
But Lin Caining pretended not to notice.
Zhang Yi paid for his groceries, spending over ten thousand yuan without batting an eye.
In the apocalypse, these supplies would be worth thousands of times more!
Because he bought so much, the supermarket allowed him to borrow the shopping carts.
Zhang Yi had no qualms about making the two women push the carts home.
Though he had a car, he saw no reason not to use free labor.
Despite complaining about the effort, the promise of a fancy meal motivated the women.
So, the three of them pushed the heavily loaded carts back to the community, attracting curious glances from passersby.