June 16, 3018!
Seven months until the apocalypse.
It was also the third day since Han Ying's rebirth.
"Sister Ying, this afternoon's milk tea order is 40 cups each of Taro Mud, Mango Pomelo Sago, and Green Cheese Milk. I've already put them in the car trunk."
The shop assistant, Xiao Wei, moved three large crates of milk tea, one by one, to the trunk of the white SUV parked at the shop entrance. After closing the trunk with a thud, he spoke to the girl who had just come out of the shop.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work! You can go home early today. I see your boyfriend is already waiting for you."
Han Ying patted Ding Xiaowei on the shoulder, then winked at a young girl sitting in the corner of the shop.
"Hehe, thank you, Sister Ying."
Ding Xiaowei scratched his head, embarrassed.
After leaving the milk tea shop, Han Ying parked her car under a green tree.
She got out of the driver's seat, opened the back door, and leaned into the car.
As soon as her hand touched the crates of milk tea, the three crates containing 120 cups of milk tea in the trunk instantly disappeared!
Milk tea, of course, is best enjoyed when fresh.
So, putting it away as quickly as possible would ensure its deliciousness wasn't lost.
Thinking of the milk tea she had just stored away, Han Ying smacked her lips, then took out a cup of Mango Pomelo Sago from her storage.
She took a sip.
The cold sago pearls were light and chewy, the fruit pulp was thick and smooth, and with a little light cream, the sweetness was doubled, making her feel instantly refreshed.
Han Ying was a dance student.
In her previous life, in order to maintain her figure, she didn't dare to eat a single bite of high-calorie food, let alone drinks and desserts.
But now, the words 'maintain her figure' had been kicked out of her life's dictionary.
Han Ying's only dream in this life was to survive well during the apocalypse.
To enjoy everything she could enjoy throughout her life, and the rest could go to hell.
Although Ding Xiaowei called her Sister Ying, Han Ying was actually two years younger than him.
She was only 21 years old this year, a sophomore in college.
This milk tea shop was opened by Han Ying herself and had been open for almost a year.
She opened it in the second half of her freshman year, near University City, and business was decent.
Han Ying opened a milk tea shop during her college years partly because it was easy to start and didn't require any special skills.
Opening it in University City meant she didn't have to worry about sales, and earning enough for her university living expenses was not a problem.
Secondly, it was because she had a considerable inheritance left by her parents. Using her parents' money to generate a little income meant she wouldn't just sit back and do nothing.
After her rebirth, Han Ying not only didn't close the milk tea shop but also hired four more part-time university students; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to handle it all.
Now, Han Ying's milk tea shop still served customers, but all delivery channels had been closed.
Besides serving in-store customers, the six staff members would fully dedicate their free time to making various milk tea drinks.
One batch in the morning, one in the afternoon, and depending on the situation at night, the daily quantity was determined by the time available.
However, generally, there would be at least four to five hundred cups a day.
And now, with seven months until the apocalypse, even if she couldn't stock up every day, the total quantity would be quite considerable.
All these milk teas were taken away by Han Ying in her car.
She didn't even need to think of an excuse, as she was the owner of the shop.
After needing to make a large amount of milk tea every day, Han Ying gave every employee in the shop double their salary.
They were very happy and didn't ask questions, simply assuming it was a large client the boss was personally handling.
When leaving the milk tea shop earlier, Han Ying specifically instructed the other staff to make another batch of milk tea if they had time in the evening.
Because she would be coming back to pick them up later that night.
It was almost evening now, and her aunt had called in the morning, saying it was Sunday and asking Han Ying to come home for dinner that night.
Han Ying remembered that at this time in her previous life, her aunt had also called to ask her to come home for dinner.
She had agreed then, and the price of that meal was buying her cousin, Wang Mingliang, a tablet computer.
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Han Ying drove quite steadily, and the journey was smooth, so in half an hour, Han Ying returned to Yujing Community.
She parked the car in the underground parking lot.
Han Ying sat in the car for two minutes, carefully reining in her hatred and murderous intent towards Zhao Meihua's family.
Only then did she open the car door and step out.
Han Ying's home was in Building 6, unit 503.
She walked directly from the underground parking lot to the elevator in Building 6.
As she pressed the button for the 5th floor, her mood had already calmed down, and she even had a slight smile on her face.
Arriving at the door of 503, Han Ying directly opened the anti-theft door with her key.
The door opened with a bang, and the first thing she saw was Wang Shiqi and Wang Mingliang, the siblings, lying on the living room sofa without any regard for their image.
They were eating potato chips and watching TV, scattering trash everywhere.
It was as if this was their home!
"Cousin, you're back! Mom has been talking about you all this time, saying you don't come home even when you're on holiday."
When her cousin, Wang Mingliang, saw Han Ying, he sprang off the sofa.
Then he ran directly towards Han Ying, greeting her obediently.
Hearing the noise, Zhao Meihua also poked her head out from the kitchen and said:
"This child, why didn't you ring the doorbell? You even opened the door yourself, don't you find it troublesome!"
"Why should I ring the doorbell when I'm coming home? Or does Auntie think I'm a guest?"
Han Ying had a slight smile on her face, but her smile didn't reach her eyes; if one looked closely, they could even see some coldness in it.
Zhao Meihua was visibly stunned by Han Ying's words and did not answer her immediately.
It was her uncle, Wang Jianye, who had just come out of the bathroom. Hearing Han Ying's words from the entrance, he questioned her directly, for reasons unknown:
"Han Ying, how are you talking to your aunt? Your aunt is busy all day long, and she treats you no worse than Shiqi and Mingliang, does she? Or has someone been gossiping about you behind our backs?"
Gossiping?
If you haven't done anything to offend me, why are you afraid of gossip?
And the way he said it, it was as if Han Ying had nowhere to live and came to seek refuge with them, rather than them coming to live in her house!
How could she have been so foolish in her previous life?
In fact, many clues could have revealed the wolfish ambition of this family, but she, having lost her parents, was blinded by her aunt's warmth.
Looking at Wang Jianye, who had just walked out of the bathroom, Han Ying tightly clenched her hands, which were tucked into her pockets.
Her fingernails dug into her flesh, but she didn't notice.
"Uncle, it's really been a long time. What have you been busy with lately?"
Han Ying's face still held a smile, and her tone was gentle, seeming no different from usual.
But Wang Jianye, for some reason, felt a strange, inexplicable chill when he saw Han Ying looking at him.
"I was on a business trip recently, so it's been a while since I've been home. Don't change the subject, Han Ying. Has someone been gossiping in your ear and saying things that made you talk to your aunt like that? Apologize to your aunt right now!"
Wang Jianye walked towards Han Ying, his questioning tone making it sound as if Han Ying had done something to offend their family.
Wang Jianye had always been like this, always acting like the superior in the house, adopting the posture of the head of the family.
Before, Zhao Meihua would always play the peacemaker.
It was only after the apocalypse that Han Ying realized they were both birds of a feather, one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop, just to manipulate her.
Zhao Meihua, on the side, was also very busy!
She tugged at Wang Jianye's sleeve, saying, 'It's okay, we're all family,' while looking at Han Ying with an expression of complicated feelings.
As if Han Ying had truly done something to offend her.