Apocalyptic Hoarding Diary

Chapter 355 Comfortable Days

Now that people are moving from underground to the surface, the system can't just be left underground. It has to be dismantled and brought over, even if only a part of it is moved over, it will be enough to bring this lifeless place back to life.

The Simmons bed had been taken out of the space and placed neatly in the center of the bedroom.

Xu Xiaoyan stood up and readjusted the angle of the electric fan so that it was pointing towards the bed.

The fan blades hummed steadily and rhythmically, and the breeze it sent out carried a hint of coolness, causing the edges of the bed sheet to ripple slightly.

She squatted down, opened the refrigerator door, and a blast of cool air hit her. She reached inside and felt the temperature drop significantly; the inner walls felt cool to the touch, much faster than she had expected.

Xu Xiaoyan turned around and took out bottled water from her spatial storage. She opened the top shelf of the refrigerator and stuffed the bottles in one by one, leaving just the right gaps between them to allow for air circulation. After filling it up, she took a step back and looked at it. It had just filled the top shelf space.

She hadn't experienced the feeling of a mouthful of cool mineral water sliding down her throat in the sweltering heat for a long time.

On the lower shelf, she used various containers to divide the tap water collected from Linchuan. When she closed the refrigerator door, she heard the compressor running a little louder.

When I open the refrigerator tomorrow morning, the water in the containers on the bottom shelf will have frozen solid.

She walked over and sat down on the edge of the Simmons bed, placing her palms on the surface and feeling the soft, elastic texture of the latex.

The bed sheet was the one she brought from home; it was light blue and had been washed many times, with some whitening at the edges, but it still smelled of laundry detergent. She leaned back, her back sinking into the mattress.

Xu Xiaoyan lay down for a while, then sat up and turned the electric fan down a notch. She didn't need to turn it on too high at night; just enough was fine. It was always good to save electricity.

She leaned against the headboard, put a pillow behind her back, and planned to sit for a while until the air in the room cooled down a bit, then lie down and get a good night's sleep.

Xu Xiaoyan fell into a deep sleep without realizing it. When she woke up, it was 11:30 the next day. Thanks to the heat insulation of the cardboard and plastic film, she had a comfortable sleep.

The bedroom was pitch black, with only a faint sliver of light filtering through the crack in the door. The window was completely sealed shut with cardboard and plastic sheeting, preventing any light from getting in.

The air inside was stuffy and hot; if the electric fan hadn't been running all night, she probably would have woken up from the heat long ago.

Xu Xiaoyan's gaze slowly wandered in the darkness, sweeping over the ceiling, the walls, and the electric fan at the foot of the bed.

Then her gaze fell on the electric fan, which she had turned on at around 11 p.m. last night and had been running for twelve hours now.

Running continuously for twelve hours is not a big deal for appliances these days, but a voice in her mind kept saying: Let it rest, we can't keep using a machine to its death.

She didn't even dare to think about days without a fan in this sweltering heat, in case the motor burned out, in case the wiring malfunctioned, or in case it suddenly stopped working.

She reached out and pressed the switch, letting the electric fan "rest and recuperate".

Her stomach rumbled for a while, and she finally sat up, slipped on the plastic slippers she had brought from her home in Xuan County, and shuffled into the living room.

The living room was brighter than the bedroom. A thin beam of light shone through the gap in the curtains that weren't completely sealed, casting a slanted shadow on the floor and illuminating every tiny speck of dust in the air.

She squinted to avoid the light, which was a bit too bright for her eyes to adjust to for a moment.

After sitting down on the sofa, he took out a box of cabbage and pork rice from his spatial storage with a thought.

The lunchbox was still slightly warm when she picked it up, because she had heated it up before storing it in her space. The static nature of the space kept the food in the same state as when it was put in, so no matter how much time had passed, it would look exactly the same when she took it out.

As soon as Xu Xiaoyan lifted the lid, a familiar aroma wafted out: the sweetness of the cabbage, the rich aroma of the pork fat, and the soft, fluffy smell of the rice after it had been steamed. The three aromas mingled together, filling her nostrils and making her stomach churn.

I didn't think too much when I made it; I just thought, "It's never a bad thing to make a little extra and store it." Now, sitting in this room, eating food brought from hundreds of kilometers away, the feeling is quite subtle.

She picked up a piece, put it in her mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and found it to be really delicious.

The cabbage has a slightly crisp texture, and the pork belly fat has seeped into the rice, coating each grain with a thin layer of oil. The saltiness is just right, neither too salty nor too bland, making every bite perfect.

She wasn't sure if the meal was really that good, or if being hungry all night made everything taste better, but at this moment, she didn't want to figure it out. It was delicious, that's all that mattered.

Xu Xiaoyan shoveled the food into her mouth with gusto, thoroughly enjoying herself.

The lunchbox was quickly emptied. She used her thumb to scrape up the last few grains of rice from the bottom and put them in her mouth. She then licked the oil off the lid before reluctantly putting the empty box aside.

After eating my fill, the next thought popped into my head—I was thirsty.

The sun has reached its highest point, and although the bedroom is completely blocked by the insulation board, the temperature in the living room can still be felt rising little by little.

The air was a bit stuffy, my lips were covered with a thin layer of dry skin, and my throat felt sticky, as if there was a thin veil stuck there, making it difficult to even swallow.

She walked to the refrigerator in the bedroom and opened the top door.

A wisp of white mist rushed towards her. She reached in and pulled out a bottle from the neatly stacked mineral water bottles. The bottle was covered with fine water droplets. The moment her fingers touched it, the coolness crept up her fingertips, bringing comfort wherever it touched.

She unscrewed the cap, tilted her head back, and poured it into her mouth.

When the first sip of water hit her throat, she shivered. It wasn't cold, it was refreshing. The cool sensation that ran from the tip of her tongue all the way down to her stomach swept away all the heat and thirst.

She gulped down half the bottle before stopping to catch her breath, then put the remaining half back in the refrigerator, intending to save it for later.

Xu Xiaoyan sat down on the bedside and felt the air in the room slowly become stagnant without the fan stirring it.

Soon, she felt the heat starting to surround her from all directions. She couldn't help but take out the half-empty bottle of water from the refrigerator and take another sip. The cool liquid slid down her esophagus, temporarily suppressing the rising heat.

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