Washing Machine and Dryer
Zhou Li bent down and quickly packed large bags of tapioca pearls, taro balls, and yogurt.
Zhao Yiqi, meanwhile, was leaning over the freezer of the adjacent food shop, pulling out items while exclaiming nonstop:
"Ahhh, this freezer is huge! There must be fifty or sixty boxes of frozen dumplings alone! Sauerkraut and pork, corn and pork, three-fresh... every filling you can imagine!"
"Great, we can finally have some hot dumplings! I'm not picky about fillings—as long as I have something to eat, I'm satisfied." Zhou Li, who was half-Northern, perked up at the mention of dumplings, but she still reminded Zhao Yiqi calmly: "Shh, keep your voice down. Don't attract any zombies."
Zhao Yiqi waved his hand: "Nah, it's fine. Zombies don't wander on highways anyway."
Lin Mo walked over to lend a hand and picked up a vacuum-packed bag of buns, weighing it. It was quite hefty. There were thirty or forty bags of buns, each containing eight fist-sized buns. The flavors were limited—just shepherd's purse and meat, and pure meat.
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