Chapter 81: Hotpot
It was also possible for them to stay around the police station while Qin Yi returned to the hospital to look for Gao Qing. Although it was a distance away, she could do so with her physique.
But since Yun Huan had spoken, it had undoubtedly lessened the trouble for her.
Lin Qing smiled and patted Qin Yi on the shoulder. “We’ll head there then. But Qiqi, you need to cook up a feast tonight. We are all starving.”
Chu Mohe pouted and looked at Qin Yi pitifully. “That’s right, that’s right. Yiyi, I’m starving.”
Qin Yi was moved but she did not know how to express her emotions. It might have been due to her previous life in the Qin family, and the reason for her being guarded.
“Alright, today’s a bit colder, so we will have hotpot.”
It was considered a luxury to have hotpot in the apocalypse and equivalent to having a shower during a water shortage.
Lin Bai smiled as he looked towards Qin Yi warmly and poked fun at her. “Yiyi is our Doraemon. Look at him. He has everything.”
Chu Mohe pulled onto Qin Yi’s arm in joy and smiled arrogantly. “Of course. Yiyi is the jewel of our group. I adore Yiyi the most.”
Lin Qing feigned shock. “Oh my, oh my. Didn’t someone say he loves Boss the most? Why did he change heart so quickly?”
Chu Mohe covered his small face that revealed a look of resistance. “Who said so? I like both Boss and Yiyi. I also like Big Bai and Coconut, but I don’t like Fox.”
Lin Qing cupped his chest when he heard that and feigned broken heartedness as he looked at Chu Mohe. “Chu Mohe, you’re so heartless. I treat you the best out of all of them.”
Qin Yi’s mood was elevated slightly as she watched Lin Qing and Chu Mohe bicker. She was still unable to control herself when touching on the topic of the Qin family. Her mood would still be affected.
It seemed that they had discovered it as well, otherwise they would not use such methods to make her happy.
Or maybe they were the people that could allow her to regain the confidence to trust others.
Although the restaurant beside Red Mountain Hospital was small, it was clean and refined.
The only problem was the numerous zombies inside. When Qin Yi and the group cleared them out, the sky was already dark.
Qin Yi took plenty of vegetables and various meats out of the mental space in preparation for the hotpot.
The boiling thick bone broth soup was done perfectly. As the group was able to handle spice, Qin Yi also prepared plenty of sauces.
Lin Qing saw the array of food on the table and was sincerely moved. “Chu Mohe was right. Yiyi, you’re really our jewel. Before the apocalypse, we have never enjoyed such food before.”
They were all rich in the past and were foodies, so they had naturally tasted various sorts of gourmet food. There was even food better than Qin Yi’s. But they always felt that something was lacking and prevented them from liking it.
Du Ruan gorged down the mutton impatiently and squinted his eyes in bliss. “This is it. If only there’s some alcohol to go along with it, that would be great.”
Hotpot and alcohol were the perfect combo.
Just as Du Ruan finished that sentence, Lin Qing and the rest stared at Qin Yi in anticipation. Their Doraemon had plenty of treasures.
Qin Yi’s mouth twitched, but indeed, she had alcohol on her. It was just that alcohol had become an extremely precious commodity in the apocalypse. It was hard to even find a shadow of such goods.
Qin Yi was helpless and took out a few bottles of beer. “This is it. We can’t over drink.”
It was not her being petty, but she did not know their capacity for liquor. Who knew what would happen if they got drunk?