Before the end of the world, I was the owner of a small company. After the climate became abnormal, out of commercial alertness, I hoarded a batch of food, intending to sell at a high price in the future, but I didn't expect the end of the world to come.

A mysterious virus turned most people into zombies. I led the surviving employees, friends, and family members to occupy a well-defended power station, which expanded into a base.

Everyone's days passed relatively peacefully, and the hoarded food could last for a long time.

Half a year after the virus outbreak, my son brought back a survivor who was as weak as a little white flower.

He brought the person to me, introducing with concern, "Mom, her name is Du Youyou. I found her in an outside warehouse while searching for food. She's really pitiful, originally the daughter of the richest family in the city, but her parents are dead, and she has been hiding alone in the warehouse all this time."

As my son Fang Ziyi said, the little white flower was so weak that she could hardly stand. Her delicate and pale face was so fragile that even a strong wind could blow her away.

It was hard to imagine how she could survive in this apocalyptic world.

I nodded and accepted her, thinking that more people would just mean more mouths to feed. We could all tighten our belts and go out to find more food.

Others in the base knew that Fang Ziyi had brought back a survivor and were very kind and sympathetic to the fragile Du Youyou.

They brought out jerky from the warehouse, usually kept for special occasions, to entertain her.

Unexpectedly, when the little white flower took a bite, she immediately vomited.

My son frowned with concern and patted her back, "What's wrong, Youyou?"

The little white flower choked back tears and said softly, "This jerky is too spicy. I can't eat spicy things."

Fang Ziyi frowned at me, "Mom, before giving Youyou something to eat, couldn't you at least ask? She has a weak stomach and a fragile body. What if she gets sick from eating something bad?"

I felt very uncomfortable after listening. I had raised my son with great effort, and after his father died from the virus, the two of us had been relying on each other in the apocalypse. Suddenly, he became a stranger for a woman, losing all sense of reason.

But I held back in front of others, reflecting on whether I had been too careless and not taken good care of this delicate girl.

Fang Ziyi put me aside and asked someone for water.

In the apocalypse, clean water sources were equally precious. Each person's daily consumption was limited, and when thirsty, they could only drink a little to moisten their throat.

However, this time, Fang Ziyi soaked the jerky in water, wasting a whole cup of water.

When the sauce on the jerky was completely gone, he kindly offered it to the little white flower's mouth, "Youyou, it's not spicy now, try it."

The little white flower took a small bite with grace and wrinkled her delicate eyebrows, "It's not good, tasteless. I don't want to eat it."

Without saying a word, Fang Ziyi came to me, "Mom, give me the key to the warehouse. I'll take Youyou in and let her choose something she likes to eat."

Seems like they treat the base like a supermarket!

If they pick all the food inside, what will others eat?

I coldly watched the water and jerky being wasted by them, "Finish these first, then come get the key."

Fang Ziyi pursed his lips, his eyes flashed with dissatisfaction. I used to indulge him a lot, as the base was developed by me and subject to my authority. Sometimes when he wanted to eat more snacks and drinks, I would give him the key.

But that didn't mean I would allow them to waste precious food.

The little white flower was full of apologies and softly said, "Auntie, don't blame Zi Yi brother. It's because I'm too picky with food, there are a lot of things I can't eat...I'll just eat the jerky."