Ashley Grant shook her head and said softly, “I’m really scared of being hungry, and… I still can’t believe that from now on I can actually eat my fill, just like before. Um, can I put the chocolate away?”

“You can.”

Ashley Grant put the chocolate in her pocket.

At this moment, Ashley Grant looked at Henry Clark with a somewhat strange expression. She stared at Henry Clark and suddenly said, “Now I believe you’re a good person. You really are a good person. Thank you, gege.”

“Don’t give me a ‘good guy card,’ and don’t call me gege. Call me Henry.”

Ashley Grant smiled, then she said softly, “If I can find my dad, if my dad is still alive… I’ll definitely have him repay you properly.”

Henry Clark smiled and said, “Alright, I’ll remember that.”

Ashley Grant hesitated for a moment and said, “My dad is William Grant.”

“Oh, huh? William Grant?”

Henry Clark suddenly felt that this name was very familiar. After thinking for a moment, combining Ashley Grant’s expression and the context, he was startled by the name that came to mind.

“I only know one William Grant, the richest man in Shimen, what’s the name of his group again… You don’t mean him, do you…”

“That’s right, Chairman of Tiancheng Group, William Grant. He’s my dad.”

Chapter 5: I’m Just Taking a Look

A person on the verge of starving to death is actually the daughter of the richest man in the region—this contrast is so great it’s hard to accept.

Henry Clark stared blankly at Ashley Grant, while Ashley Grant calmly looked back at Henry Clark.

“I suddenly thought of a question, and that is, money is useless now.”

Henry Clark let out a long sigh, then smiled and said, “I almost got defeated by the huge gap in status and identity. I was already starting to feel a sense of awe toward you.”

Ashley Grant blinked, then said helplessly, “Everyone is equal…”

“Come on, your dad is on the rich list, worth at least tens of billions, right? My monthly salary is five thousand. As the daughter of William Grant, if I insist that we’re equals, I’m just lying to myself.”

Ashley Grant said softly, “But what’s the use of money? At a time like this, you’re the real rich man.”

Henry Clark was filled with emotion, truly filled with emotion, and as for Ashley Grant, she felt the same.

A disaster had reconstructed the social hierarchy and order. Otherwise, Henry Clark would never have had the chance to save the daughter of a tycoon, and Ashley Grant probably would never have looked at him directly in her whole life.

Ashley Grant said with a sigh, “I’m still really curious. Even if you’re a survivalist, how did you bring in all those radios and so many other things? Could you really carry them all by yourself?”

Henry Clark shook his head and said, “It wasn’t all brought in at once. The three of us spent four years, coming here twice a year, and only then did we manage to accumulate some things here.”

Ashley Grant opened her mouth in surprise. Henry Clark said in a low voice, “Survival, or rather, stockpiling for survival, is actually a hobby for people like us. The three of us all love the outdoors. Ever since we accidentally discovered this abandoned mountain village, it’s been a place we come to every year. Each time, we’d bring useful things and hide them here.”

“That’s really foresighted. What about the other two?”

Henry Clark was silent for a long time, then finally said in a deep voice, “Ham died. Pipe… I don’t know. He went home to check on his family. Not long after we split up, the aliens released the electromagnetic pulse, and we lost contact. He hasn’t shown up since. I guess… he’s probably dead too.”

Ashley Grant said softly, “But you’re still calling for them.”

“It’s just a habit, or maybe I don’t want to accept reality. Or maybe, I still have a sliver of hope—hoping Pipe will come and meet up with me.”

Really, in a disaster where so many, so many people have died, you shouldn’t bring up family or friends.

In the face of death, that’s when everyone is truly equal, and that equality means anyone’s family could die. So in the apocalypse, don’t ask about other people’s family or friends—that’s basic etiquette.

Some things don’t need to be said; everyone understands.

Ashley Grant sighed, looked up at the sky. Although she couldn’t see the alien spaceship behind the clouds, she kept looking at where the ship should be.

Ashley Grant looked like she was about to cry. She must have remembered something.

Say something else.

But what to say?

“Um, let’s start stewing the pork. It’ll be ready to eat soon.”

For someone who’s nearly starved to death, food is a panacea that cures everything—even psychological trauma can be healed by it.

Losing loved ones is an emotional matter, but eating is an instinct engraved in the genetic code.

Two seven-eight kettles for stewing meat were hung on the rack, the meat was put in, and the fire was lit.

The moment the meat went in, Ashley Grant stopped thinking about anything else. Her eyes were fixed on the two seven-eight kettles.

The seven-eight kettle lunchboxes are great for cooking, especially when you put the lid on—they’re just like little pressure cookers.

The water boiled quickly. Ashley Grant stared intently at the lunchboxes, while Henry Clark stared intently at Ashley Grant.

Looking at Ashley Grant, Henry Clark suddenly realized something: Ashley Grant hadn’t eaten a proper meal in a long time—she really was starving.