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.
found a solid reason to keep living.
Station now housed over twenty thousand souls, with a hospital, a salt plant, a food factory, water purification, and plantations all operational. Life was still tough, but better than before. Of the two thousand plus from South Base, even fewer were from
emotional ties and interactions. Planning a meal together sounded pretty good. Jasper suggested, "How about we dine in the submarine? Invite
They'd set it up for
husband's health with regular practice. Monkey, all smiles, appreciated his wife's increasing kindness.
hope for hot pot seasonings. The submarine had an air extraction system, and Stella had set up an
produced a slab of smoked meat. "Sis, this is the good stuff. Took me
meat looked
but Stella dared
he wasn't
leeks, mustard greens, bell peppers, and chilies-plants readily available from the plantation where Rosie
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, his mouth watering at
pound of fish cakes. He had long since shed any pretense of dignity, choosing to hustle
That was his sister there. Bran raised
his countless humiliations. In front of them, he could forgo pride, but that didn't mean others could disregard him. Especially not someone like Monkey, a mere trader,
high-class neighborhood. Monkey, seasoned in business, treated everyone
a thing; the real skill was in earning cash. Bran's mood instantly lifted. "If you're gonna flatter me, lay it on
with smoked meat, steamed salted fish with fermented black beans, and garlic chili sauce. The aroma made
About 18 Floors Above the Apocalypse - Chapter 462
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