Gas Station
"This restaurant makes box lunches—two meats and one veg with rice for only 10 yuan. A lot of people from the building materials market like to eat here," Zhou Li said as she slammed a sledgehammer into the glass door.
With a crash, the reinforced glass door cracked like a spiderweb. She struck a few more times, and shards clattered to the ground.
Zhao Yiqi stood nearby, watching Zhou Li's efficient movements with envy: How come all the girls nowadays were stronger than him? And faster, too!
Zhou Li entered the restaurant first, muttering, "Hope there's food inside. I remember they had two huge freezers, always packed with ingredients."
Once inside, everyone quickly spread out to search. In minus thirty degrees, every extra minute drained their energy.
Soon, Lin Mo found a large freezer in the back kitchen. She lifted the frozen-solid lid; inside was about half a freezer of frozen pork, thickly coated with frost, well preserved. Roughly two to three hundred jin.
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