Chapter 86: A Faceful of Excrement

Great minds think alike.

But honestly, Chu Peipei probably won’t find anything at the gas station. Those people aren’t like her, sneaking out to deserted areas late at night to siphon fuel. Judging by their attitude, they’ve probably already hit every gas station in the city. After working all night, there’s likely not much fuel left.

Of course, she couldn’t tell Chu Peipei all this, so she just suggested,

“Apart from gas stations, there’s still plenty of fuel in abandoned cars on the streets.”

Chu Peipei thought for a moment, then nodded. “But we’ll need a siphon pump, otherwise we’d have to suck it out by mouth. I’ll go ask Zhao Ping’an later—he’s got all sorts of gadgets.”

Then she glanced at Annan. “Nannan, do you want to come look for fuel with us?”

Annan replied, “I’ll pass. I really can’t stand the heat. The fuel at home should last me for now.”

If she went, Chu Peipei would have to split the haul with her, which meant even less to go around. Besides, she had 300 tons of fuel in her space—no need to go out and scrounge for leftovers.

The gasoline and diesel she collected yesterday would be enough to keep two Chu Peipeis going.

But Annan wouldn’t do that.

First, she couldn’t explain where the fuel came from or how she stored it. Second, even among friends, there have to be boundaries when it comes to helping each other.

Give a man a fish, and he’ll expect more; give too much, and it breeds resentment. No one can support someone else forever. Only by moving forward together can a relationship last.

Chu Peipei understood. “Alright, then go get some rest! There’s still some cooling herbal soup left—I’ll take some to Zhao Ping’an and Aunt Hu.”

Annan watched her leave, closed the door, and went back inside to her space to fertilize and plant seeds.

She was planting isatis root again.

She’d only grown a small patch in her test field before, but now she’d cleared a new plot. With this batch, there’d be enough to use and sell during the epidemic.

After finishing her chores, Annan watched the rest of her variety show, then headed to the kitchen to make dinner.

The celebrities on the show had been eating spicy fire chicken noodles, which made her crave them too. So that’s what she’d have for dinner.

But she’d make her upgraded, high-end version.

The first time she’d tried fire chicken noodles, all she tasted was the heat—she didn’t find it especially flavorful. But after tweaking the recipe, she’d become addicted.

First, she fried an Orleans chicken cutlet, a few slices of luncheon meat, and a soft-boiled egg.

When the water boiled, she cooked the noodles for four minutes, then drained them, added a bit of milk, brought it to a boil, then mixed in the sauce until it thickened.

She tossed in the diced chicken cutlet and luncheon meat, turned off the heat, sprinkled seaweed flakes, added a slice of cheese to melt, and finally topped it with the fried egg.

Perfect!

This version added a rich aroma to the spicy base, making it more flavorful and nutritious. Most importantly, the milk would form a protective layer in the stomach, reducing the irritation from the chili.

After plating the noodles, Annan took out the ultimate companion to fire chicken noodles from her space—fried chicken coated in honey mustard sauce.

She’d bought it from an authentic fried chicken shop on the snack street before the disaster.

Since she’d already added plenty of sides and her stomach could only hold so much, Annan only took two pieces of fried chicken for herself.

But Fugui, her dog, was drooling and whining at the delicious smell.

So she dumped the remaining six pieces of plain fried chicken into his dog bowl—without any sauce, of course.

Fugui looked at her bowl, then at his own.

“Woof woof woof woof?”

You’ve got noodles—why is mine so plain?

Annan immediately understood what he meant when he hesitated to eat.

Ha, this little guy is greedy.

She generously added some noodles to his bowl and gave him a meaningful look.

Now that he had everything, Fugui happily lowered his head to eat.

But after just one bite, he started panting and ran off to drink water, tripping over his own paws in his hurry and bumping his chin on the floor.

Annan burst out laughing.

“Silly dog! Wants to try everything.”

After dinner, Annan stood for half an hour to digest.

Sitting for too long after eating leads to belly fat, but walking around isn’t good for digestion either.

The saying “A walk after dinner will make you live to ninety-nine” is a myth. Exercising right after a meal uses up your energy and can harm your digestive system.

Half an hour later, Annan changed into her temperature-regulating suit, ready to head out for another night of “zero-cost shopping.”

She’d eaten so much at dinner because she was going to “work” at night.

She drove her Black Knight out of the neighborhood, rolling over anything in her way.

Tonight, the streets weren’t as deserted as yesterday—people were starting to come out in search of supplies.

The temperature was rising too quickly. Some sensitive people had realized this was a new wave of disaster. So, despite the heat, they took advantage of the slightly cooler night to scavenge for necessities.

Who knew how much hotter it would get?

Annan sped past in her car. Some people saw her and waved for help.

“Give me a ride! It’s too hot, I can’t take it anymore!”

“Please help me, I’m old—I can’t walk any farther!”

Annan ignored them all and drove straight past.

Let them in for a ride now, and the next second they’d kick her out and take her car for themselves.

Sure enough, seeing Annan ignore them, the group immediately picked up stones, cursing and running after her, hurling the rocks at her car.

“Rich people are all the same! What’s wrong with letting me sit in your big car for a bit?”

“Cold-blooded bastard! Hope your brakes fail and you crash and die!”

The armored car was bulletproof—stones didn’t even leave a mark.

But Annan was still annoyed. “Cursing my car, are you?”

She decisively shifted into reverse and floored it, backing up toward them.

The group scrambled to the sides, wary of being run over, and stared at the car door, ready for a fight.

The owner must be coming back for revenge after being cursed at and having their car pelted.

Perfect. As soon as they got out, they’d swarm and beat them up, then steal the car!

They watched the car door like hawks.

But instead of the door opening, the window rolled down.

Before they could react, a huge pile of sticky, gooey stuff was dumped right on their heads, smearing their faces.

What the hell?!

The stench was overwhelming. Instinctively, they wiped their faces and looked at their hands.

“Shit! This is shit!”

“Ahhhhhhh!”

They screamed, doubling over and vomiting uncontrollably.

As they puked, the stuff on their foreheads and noses dripped toward their mouths, making them even more nauseous.

Furious, they cursed between retches:

“You’ve got no decency! Throwing shit at us! I swear, @#&%#*&!”

Annan raised an eyebrow. What are you yelling for? You think regular poop is that sticky?

That was a special mix of Fugui’s poop and pee, stored in her space to ferment into fertilizer.

Good stuff, really.

Consider it a favor.

With a snort, Annan drove off.

The group was left both furious and disgusted.

They hadn’t even seen if the driver was a man or a woman, or how that stuff had been dumped on them.

The Black Knight roared away, soon disappearing without a trace."