Chapter 381: Chapter 381

Jing Shu wandered around, somewhat disappointed to find only ordinary ingredients. However, she didn’t give up. Instead, she located the cruise ship’s large cold storage, having seen many people bustling in and out earlier, moving numerous ingredients.

There were two guardians at the cold storage, but they were no match for Jing Shu. Using the Illusion Technique, which she had strengthened over several months, Jing Shu subtly suggested to the two guardians that they open the door. Soon, she was confidently strolling into the cold storage, a vast space of over a hundred square meters.

So cold! Jing Shu wrapped her cotton coat tighter. Inside, shelves stacked over two meters high were crammed with a dazzling array, filling the entire cold storage. So much, far too much!

The cold storage was pitch-dark, devoid of lights, but Jing Shu’s eyes shone with a greedy green glint, illuminating the entire space. Today, everything in this cold storage is mine for the taking!

Jing Shu lightly brushed past bags of rice and flour, then rows of refrigerated milk. She didn’t want any of these; she couldn’t waste precious space.

Olive oil? Richly flavored with a strong olive aroma? Jing Shu nodded and cleared the shelves of it.

Coconut oil? Looks pretty good, I’ll take it... Peanut oil? Very high-grade, take it! Avocado oil? Never tried it, I’ll take some to taste. Sesame oil? Damn, my absolute favorite! I’m taking it all!

Butter, ghee, shredded cheese—essential for baking cakes. Take them all. Jing Shu had been wanting to make cream of mushroom soup; now she could try it when she returned.

Foie gras? A world-class ingredient? Heh, I’ll sweep it all up! Jing Shu couldn’t even wait, immediately opening a container and dipping a piece of steamed bun from her dimensional space into it. Delicious!

This pâté was truly versatile, perfectly showcasing the rich, savory flavor of the foie gras. Whether paired with simple steamed buns or fragrant scallion pancakes, it was an excellent accompaniment to any meal!

They actually have top-grade sturgeon caviar here? In a safe, Jing Shu found a single case of it. Without a word, she took it all. She tasted a little. Other than its freshness and the sensation of tiny, juice-filled beads bursting in her mouth, she couldn’t discern much. Upon further reflection, there seemed to be a lingering aftertaste, but it wasn’t as divine as television programs claimed.

Perhaps there’s another way to eat it, she mused, just like century eggs. Foreigners often recoil at them, but dipped in vinegar, they’re a world-class delicacy.

She reached the fresh food section, where the shelves were packed with boxes of frozen longan flesh, pork belly, high-grade Kobe beef, ribs, whole turkeys, compressed beef patties, and more. Jing Shu considered. These top-grade meats are practically extinct now. I should take them all. No point leaving them for others to reminisce over. She stuffed various meats into her dimensional space, filling 30 cubic meters and emptying over ten meters of shelving in the cold storage.

This kind of pre-processed meat was convenient; a little preparation and it was delicious. Though not as good as what she could prepare herself, it would be fine for selling or gifting. Of course, Jing Shu primarily intended to make cured meats for her own late-night snacks.

Iberian hams, the world’s most expensive, hung on the shelves. A slice, whether eaten hot or cold, would remain richly flavorful all day. They aren’t produced anymore, so of course, I’m taking them all.

To her surprise and delight, there was also bluefin tuna, another top-tier global ingredient. A massive fish, nearly a ton, lay frozen on a shelf. Jing Shu didn’t hesitate to transfer it to her dimensional space. She still loved sashimi and adored the idea of a ’three-course fish’: fresh sashimi, crispy fried fish skin, and fish head tofu soup. Perfect!

Absolutely delicious cakes and desserts—mille-feuille, puddings, and various other sweets—were frozen on the shelves. A thawed slice after a meal, paired with a cup of red tea, would make for an exquisite afternoon tea. Simply too wonderful! Jing Shu shamelessly swept an entire shelf of desserts into her space.

Naturally, she didn’t overlook the ice cream. Though Haagen-Dazs was the only brand she recognized, it didn’t stop her from taking everything. Her spirits soared; having already finished her previous stash of Haagen-Dazs, she was thrilled by this serendipitous discovery of several more cabinets full of ice cream.

Next came various foods packed in cases. Jing Shu picked out items unavailable in Huaxia or those no longer in production. Having survived the apocalypse for so long, these now-unproducible delicacies and snacks were like treasures in her eyes.

Some unfamiliar items particularly piqued her curiosity, like avocados, which she hadn’t cared for before the apocalypse, and a fruit called the ’mysterious fruit.’ It resembled a small tomato, and she’d read that after eating it, any sour fruit consumed within the next two hours would taste sweet. That’s why it was called the mysterious fruit.

There were also Moroccan nuts, known as ’liquid gold.’ Jing Shu took all she could find, though there wasn’t much. After all, it was the third year of the apocalypse; most luxuries would have been consumed by now. She noticed some of the supplies weren’t very fresh.

Jing Shu browsed as if in a supermarket, tossing anything she fancied into her dimensional space. She also found many convenience foods: frozen pizzas, egg tarts, fries, chicken nuggets, sandwiches, hot dogs, bacon, and more, sweeping them all in.

Before she realized it, Jing Shu had cleared out half the food from the cruise ship’s massive cold storage. Her dimensional space was also more than half full. Wrapping her thick cotton coat tightly around herself, she reluctantly left. The temperature inside was around minus ten-odd degrees Celsius. She had been inside for over ten minutes, fueled by initial excitement, and only now did she belatedly feel the numbing cold. Fresh chapters posted on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚✦𝕟𝕖𝕥

Having plundered the food stores, Jing Shu turned her attention to the live domestic poultry!

The nobles’ ability to eat and live well daily was inextricably linked to their self-sufficiency; they couldn’t just consume without producing. From her observations today, she’d noticed the nobles in the underground black market raised a lot of domestic poultry. This was perfect, as she wanted to see if they had any breeds her dimensional space lacked.

Chickens, ducks, pigs, cows, and sheep were out of the question—they took up too much space and consumed too much feed. She only wanted new breeds that could reproduce, providing a sustainable source of food and drink throughout the year in this apocalyptic world.

Pinching her nose, Jing Shu followed the overpowering, nauseating stench to the poultry area. It was pitch black, filled with the incessant sounds of fowl. Cages were stacked high. In the darkness, Jing Shu could clearly see turkeys and other birds. They weren’t eating feed, but rather mounds of chopped meat.

Jing Shu clearly saw fingernails still adhering to some pieces of meat. No need to guess what this is... To save on feed, with hundreds dying daily in the Duel Arena and the civilian caves, the bodies were simply being used as animal fodder.

Further in, there were fat pigs and cows. They had only recently been brought onto the cruise ship, so the livestock hadn’t been properly housed yet.

Suddenly, Jing Shu heard a bloodcurdling scream. She had no intention of meddling, but unfortunately, perhaps alerted by the sound, someone was approaching from behind. With no other choice, Jing Shu could only continue forward.