Qi Peiliang's expression darkened, and he lowered his voice in a sharp rebuke. "Shut up! Stop looking!"
"Those people aren't to be messed with. That female Transcendent could slaughter our entire convoy with a single slash. Just guide them and behave yourselves. Don't cause trouble. We'll be lucky enough to stay alive!"
Despite his words, he could not help glancing back repeatedly himself, his gaze settling on those golden roasted sweet potatoes, unable to look away.
These days, some truly died of drought while others drowned in floods.
Although he coveted the Survival Convoy's food, after weighing the gap in their strength, he ultimately forced his greed down.
But just then, an even richer aroma drifted over.
This time, it was no longer the sweetness of sweet potatoes, but the savory fragrance of meat!
It was the aroma of grilled fish!
The Survival Convoy behind them actually had meat to eat, too!
That familiar, savory scent of fish instantly reminded Qi Peiliang of the grilled saury sold by the roadside before the apocalypse.
It had once been his favorite flavor, but now it had become an unattainable luxury.
Once the smell of meat reached him, Qi Peiliang could no longer stay calm. The craving inside him almost overwhelmed his reason.
But he looked himself up and down. He had nothing.
In this apocalypse, food was the most precious commodity. Their ability to eat sweet potatoes and meat at every meal was itself a symbol of strength.
His own shabby little convoy could barely maintain the most basic survival. They were only a step away from missing all nine meals over three days.
"Captain, could we ask them to lend us some food?"
The member driving for Qi Peiliang kept swallowing as he looked at him hopefully, his voice carrying a