18 Floors Above the Apocalypse
Chapter 462
Chapter 462
Her question hit him like a punch to the gut, but Bran answered honestly, "Construction. Hauling bricks."
Stella sized him up, noting the scars on his face and hands-evidence of a hard-fought survival. In the face of natural disasters, everyone was equal, even a tycoon's son.
She didn't pry about his life since they'd parted ways. Even if recounted with a smile, the tales were likely steeped in brutal truths.
"How about we treat you to a meal when you're off?" she offered.
At the mention of food, Bran's eyes lit up. "Barbecue?"
"You wish. After all these years of disasters, and you're still dreaming of a feast?" Despite her words, the joy of reunion was undeniable. "Rosie's been working at the plantation. I'll see if I can scrounge up some spices so you can indulge a bit." Bran perked up. "How are Rosie and your hubby doing?"
She gave him her address. "Doing alright. Swing by when you're free."
Bran lived in Area C and spoke his mind. "Sis, I'm free on the weekend."
Alright then. A weekend it is. They'd have themselves a proper bash.
have found a solid reason to keep living. He no longer ran away from familiar faces out
water purification, and plantations all operational. Life was still tough, but better than before. Of
needed emotional ties and interactions. Planning a meal together sounded pretty good. Jasper suggested, "How about we dine
agreed. They'd set it
potatoes twice and even sold some fast-growing herbs she'd propagated. After consulting with Stella a few times, she'd mastered some massage techniques, benefiting her son and husband's health with regular practice. Monkey, all smiles, appreciated his wife's increasing kindness. He eagerly accepted the dinner invite, pondering what special thing
years post-disaster, there was no hope for hot pot seasonings. The submarine had an air extraction system, and Stella had set up an induction cooker and an oven. With some dips and a few hot dishes,
of smoked meat. "Sis, this is the good stuff. Took me ages to
meat looked
Stella dared not
wasn't looking,
bell peppers, and chilies-plants readily available from the plantation where Rosie worked, ensuring they had what they needed. The smoked sausage and salted fish were from
quipped, "Sis, following you means never going hungry." He was helpful and even pitched in with the prep. Miranda and her son picked the veggies on the side, the boy's eyes frequently darting to the chopping board,
long since shed any pretense of dignity, choosing to hustle for brick-hauling work.
That was his sister there. Bran raised an
respected only those stronger than him, like Stella and Jasper, who had seen his countless humiliations. In front of them, he could forgo pride, but
seasoned in business, treated everyone
wouldn't cost him a thing; the real skill was in earning cash. Bran's mood instantly lifted. "If you're gonna flatter me, lay it on thick." It had
the hands of the junior chef, with bell peppers stir-fried with smoked meat, steamed salted fish with fermented black beans, and garlic chili sauce. The aroma made Bran's stomach growl uncontrollably.
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