I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse

Chapter 808 - 898: Sis, You Call This Kind of Breakfast Just Throwing Something Together?

Jing Shu abruptly opened her eyes to find herself completely wrapped by the Hulk, lying horizontally on the luggage rack that was knocked askew in the carriage.

Fortunately, she wasn’t injured, and it was lucky she had the habit of keeping Xiao Lu close as a protective layer.

Jing Shu got up, the train’s windows were now facing the sky: "Does this mean... the whole train flipped? Was there an accident?"

Jing Shu dared not be careless, and immediately used White Energy to cultivate dozens upon dozens of rotten mermaids, hiding them around the environment, arranging for the Hulk at the end of the train to rendezvous with her, and releasing countless insects to see the current situation outside.

Meanwhile, the train was filled with screams, cries, and general chaos.

Jing Shu opened the compartment door, stepped aside, and with one hand picked up Wu Jiang, who had landed face down in a daze, giving him a pat to dust him off. See, I told you not to tempt fate with your words. Now look what happened?

The adjacent soft sleeper compartment door also opened, with a faint light from a phone shining through, and Zhang Yicheng urgently shouted, "President Wu, President Jing, how are you all doing?"

And then he saw the image of President Jing holding President Wu with one hand.

Zhang Yicheng swallowed hard. Well, President Jing is indeed President Jing, his worry was unnecessary.

Jing Shu said, "President Wu is knocked out, Doctor, take a look."

Luckily, they brought along two doctors. After a simple treatment of the wound, the doctor woke Wu Jiang up.

At this time, the train staff and conductors were going through each carriage with megaphones, announcing:

"Dear passengers, please do not panic. The cause of the train derailment is unknown, but we have already requested assistance from headquarters and the maintenance department to come for inspection. Please tidy up your belongings, keep your valuables safe, and stay in your compartments without wandering around. Do not engage in dangerous behavior such as opening windows and doors to climb out of the train. Just wait for rescue."

"Injured passengers, please do not move to avoid further harm. Our train crew is currently counting the injured, and the train doctors are administering aid. Additionally, we request that medical personnel come to the broadcast room to participate in the rescue. There are many injured people in the first few carriages who urgently need help!"

The chaotic carriages gradually stabilized, with the screams dying down and the sound of conversations increasing as everyone started packing their belongings. Cups, suitcases were scattered everywhere.

Since the whole train was overturned, it’s now horizontal, so the beds have become vertical and unusable. Even after packing, one can only squeeze into cramped corners.

Zhang Yicheng crouched on the ground, using his phone as a flashlight, and said, "Boss, our doctors?"

Wu Jiang, holding his bandaged head, grimaced and said, "Send one over, and let the other stay on our side, rotating every two hours to ensure our own safety first."

"Alright."

And so, one doctor took a medical kit and headed to the broadcast room.

Jing Shu lay back on the Hulk-branded sofa chair, resting her chin in her hand, and asked, "Team Leader Zhang, what about your luggage?"

"Luggage? What do we men need luggage for?"

Wu Jiang also puzzled, "Yeah, I only brought a charging cable, is there a problem?"

"Oh, then you’re going to be in big trouble soon."

Zhang Yicheng was startled, "Ah, trouble? What trouble?"

"The train derailed, the power’s out, and all doors and windows are sealed shut, so there’s no way out. We’ll have to wait for rescue.

But who knows how long that will take? What about food and water? When traveling, it’s best to be prepared; at least bring some cookies and eggs for such unexpected situations."

Zhang Yicheng awkwardly admitted, "Yeah, now that you mention it, President Jing, I’m really hungry. I skipped breakfast thinking I’d wait for Chaoshan to have seafood porridge."

Wu Jiang also swallowed, "Who could have foreseen this? We used to often head to Chaoshan, Shunde, or Foshan for morning tea just like this."

Jing Shu shook her head, "That’s why I brought the Hulk for a reason."

With a snap of her fingers, the Hulk opened its top of the skull, from which Jing Shu pulled out a portable stove and a large pot of milk tea. She first heated up the milk tea and poured everyone a cup before pulling out an exceptionally large iron pot from the top of the skull.

The goose is so big, it wouldn’t fit in an iron pot... oops, going off-topic.

"Ah, this-this is a pot? President Jing, do you carry such a large pot with you?" Zhang Yicheng was so astonished his jaw almost dropped. Although Wu Jiang said nothing, from his gaping mouth, it was clear he was equally astounded. The other doctor was speechless.

Who travels with a pot? If you bring a pot, won’t you need to bring bowls, oil, seasonings, ingredients? Do you really have to bring all these? Well, actually, Jing Shu really did bring them all.

"Don’t make such a fuss. Once we start eating, you won’t think it’s too big anymore," Jing Shu snorted.

Sizzling oil in the pan, high flame, a hand cracking an egg, and in a blink, she had cracked over a dozen eggs into the pan. It was then noticed that Jing Shu extracted fresh eggs from underneath the rear of an unusually large old hen, each egg as enormous as a fist.

"This-this-this, you even brought fresh ingredients out? Is this even a thing?" Wu Jiang pointed at the fat chicken, finally realizing why Boss Jing carried live seafood yesterday because Boss Jing also carried live poultry!

Meanwhile, Zhang Yicheng understood why Boss Jing always brought the Hulk wherever she went. Inside the Hulk was a treasure trove, a complete household setup, making bringing it along feel like you have a mobile home.

Back to the point, the attention of the few quickly shifted to the eggs in the large pot. The transparent egg liquid turned white upon touching the pan, with the edges turning golden brown, and a rich aroma instantly permeated the air, attacking their olfactory senses. Sprinkling some salt and black pepper, the pan-fried golden eggs were ready.

The iron pan tilted, and the pan-fried golden eggs followed suit, as Jing Shu scooped them out with a spatula.

All of them swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Behind Jing Shu, the Hulk surprised them like a treasure bag, as she reached in pulling out bacon, sausage, steak, meatballs, and other ingredients to pan-fry in the pot.

The potful of aromatic fried ingredients emitted their unique fragrances, blending in such a way that made everyone’s glands continuously secrete saliva.

Everyone simultaneously swallowed hard, but it was futile, the saliva still dribbled from the corners of their mouths. Zhang Yicheng licked his lips, and Wu Jiang discreetly wiped his saliva.

Fragrant, damn it’s fragrant, if it smells this good, imagine how it tastes.

Jing Shu handed out disposable plates and chopsticks, dishing up the pan-fried runny eggs, sausages, meatballs, and steaks for everyone. A sip of milk tea, a bite of sausage, another sip of milk tea, and a bite of a meatball.

"Is this, is this all for us to eat? President Jing, you’re too kind!" Zhang Yicheng almost shouted, President Jing, I love you!!

"It’s just breakfast, eat whatever," Jing Shu waved her hand, continuing to fry meatballs, chicken cutlets, and skewers for herself as she ate.

Madam, do you call this kind of breakfast just ’whatever’?