Fishbone Food Corporation
With a crooked fishbone symbol pinned on the mansion’s main door, the new survival camp was born on this piece of wasteland in Wanghai City.
In the morning, the fatigued survivors woke up to a delicious aroma.
It was the smell of food.
Zhou Jiexi wore a white chef apron as she cooked congee with cabbage and ground pork in a pot. The survivors meekly lined up to obtain their breakfast rations.
Even in their wildest dreams, they wouldn’t have believed that they were given breakfast.
Only when full would they have the energy to work, which is why Jiang Chen didn’t skimp on food expenses. Although nutrient supply would sustain them, once it hit the stomach, it felt sour without providing enough energy. Regarding the survivors’ menu, he asked for advice from Zhou Jiexi before he made a reasonable meal plan.
