Pampered By All In Different Planes

Wen Qingyu brought over the pickled vegetable beef fried rice and the salt and pepper king oyster mushrooms, and they sat down face to face at the dining table to start their meal.

She added a piece of king oyster mushroom to the fried rice and mixed it together. The crispy texture of the mushrooms combined with the soft and salty flavor of the pickled vegetable beef fried rice was a blend of sensations, filling her soul with a sense of happiness.

Oily but not greasy, crunchy and delicious.

Both of them were hungry, and soon, they had cleared all the dishes from the table.

After finishing the meal, they slumped into their chairs in total contentment. Wen Qingyu was the first to stand up, collected all the dishes, and volunteered, "I'll do the dishes, you take a rest for a while."

"Okay, I'll go upstairs and check on the snow."

Zhiruan watched his slightly awkward dishwashing movements. Although he was slow, he was very diligent. She stood up and headed straight to the top floor.

The snow was so heavy that both the first and second floors were completely buried under thick snow. They couldn't open the doors or windows, and couldn't even see what it was like outside. They only felt the temperature inside gradually dropping.

At that moment, the indoor thermometer had already reached minus 35°C, a temperature that, even before the apocalypse in the northern winters, was unprecedented.

Even in the farthest north, it was rare for it to be so cold.

Zhiruan walked up to the third floor.

Half of the third floor was buried in snow, but from the other half, she could see outside.

The snow continued to fall. Zhiruan tried the window and found that it could be opened. As she opened it, the snow piled up beside the window was suddenly pushed aside with a heavy "whoosh" sound.

The sound was somber, clearly indicating that the snow was thick and solid.

When the window was opened, an overwhelming chill swept over her face, and the biting cold wind poured into her sleeves and collar. Zhiruan hurriedly pulled her clothes tighter.

She was heavily dressed at the moment with a thick cotton jacket inside and a spacious military coat outside.

Zhiruan had anticipated this and had prepared plenty of clothes, including women's, men's, and even children's clothes, just in case.

If it got really cold, these clothes could also be used as bedding.

Even with a shallow breath, the tip of her nose instantly turned red from the cold.

She quickly closed the window.

From this half of the third floor, she could see the storm raging outside; only the tips of the tallest trees were visible, and the rest had already been crushed by the snow.

The houses and bungalows had been engulfed by the heavy snow as well. Looking out, all she saw was a vast expanse of white snow.

And the wind continued to howl, with snowflakes densely falling, further increasing the depth.

Since they were staying indoors anyway, Zhiruan readily accepted this outcome and walked downstairs.

While there was still electricity, it was a good time to prepare some long-lasting snacks.

Zhiruan's gaze landed on the sweet potatoes and beef.

Sweet potatoes could be turned into dried sweet potatoes, and beef into beef jerky.

Natural air-drying was no longer an option, so she had to take advantage of the electricity for now and use the five ovens she had bought.

Soon, Zhiruan went downstairs and took out the pre-marinated beef from the fridge.

Wen Qingyu had just finished washing the dishes and was washing his hands when he curiously asked, "What are these for?"

"I'm thinking of making some beef jerky. Do you want to help?" Zhiruan was ready to get to work.

Seeing her enthusiasm, Qingyu was influenced and nodded, "Sure!"

Thus, during the aftermath of the disaster, the world's most leisurely two people emerged, Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu!!

The oven-made beef jerky was relatively easy to prepare.

Zhiruan looked up a recipe online and first preheated the oven to 210 degrees.

Based on the thickness of her beef, she set the timer for 40 minutes.

"According to this recipe, we need to frequently take out the beef during baking and brush maltose syrup on both sides to prevent overbaking." Zhiruan read out the instructions from a video recipe, and Qingyu listened carefully.

The beef had been marinated in advance, and Qingyu spread the marinated beef on the grill rack. Zhiruan studied it a bit more and quickly came up with her own recipe.

The boy and girl excitedly crowed around the oven, watching the beef jerky sizzling and turning inside.

At that moment, Zhiruan suddenly saw a message pop up at the top of her phone.

— It was from Su Mingzhu.

Qingyu had been watching the phone with her, but when he noticed her getting a message, he immediately averted his gaze.

"Someone's looking for you," Qingyu said, focusing back on the beef jerky.

"Just spam," Zhiruan said as she opened the message.

She was greeted by Su Mingzhu's typical pretense.

[Are you still alive, sister?]

[What a pity, it's freezing cold now. If you hadn't been so harsh to us that day, we might have kept you at home, so you wouldn't have to freeze to death]

Reading her melodramatic messages, Zhiruan's eyebrows raised.

The one who might freeze to death probably wasn't her.

Anyway, Su Mingzhu didn't know where she was now, and a playful mood swiftly rose in Zhiruan's heart.

She turned her phone to landscape mode and snapped a photo of the beef jerky in the oven.

[Are you talking about me, sister?]

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[Sorry, the oven is too loud, I can't hear you very well. I've got things to do, so I'm off now.]

[Since you guys are also doing so well, that puts my mind at ease!]

Pretense, after all, is just pretense—anyone can do it.

Seeing the sudden silence on the other end, Zhiruan smiled faintly and put her phone down.