The second level of the cargo hold was filled with finished desserts.
There were boxes upon boxes of cranberry cookies, almond cookies, and butter cookies, along with all sorts of small Western-style pastries. Xie Ning took over a dozen boxes of each kind.
Many freshly baked cakes and cream puffs were stored in refrigerated display cases.
Xie Ning opened one and took a look. Surprisingly, the production date was from just the day before.
'That's pretty weird. Or did they just randomly slap on the labels?'
It had been seventeen days since the apocalypse began.
Everyone was too busy fleeing for their lives. Who would have the time and mood to make an entire ship's worth of pastries?
Xie Ning decided to just take all the refrigerated cases in one go.
She had already used up most of the twenty-odd square meters of remaining room in her personal Space. Xie Ning could only temporarily stack these refrigerated cases against a wall in her villa's living room.
