Flora Bloom raised a delicate eyebrow and said, "You don't look that old, and you're quite handsome."
"See? I told you I don't look that old." Morgan Sterling breathed a sigh of relief, but he felt like he was forgetting something.
'He's just not very bright,' Flora thought to herself. Still, this Morgan Sterling had gotten their group out of the quarantine zone and even treated them to a lavish breakfast. A breakfast of this caliber would be nothing special in the modern world, but in the apocalypse, it was something you couldn't get no matter how much money you had.
Staples like flour and millet could be stored for a long time. Many granaries had good dehumidification and pest-control measures, so even after more than a month of the apocalypse, you could still find plenty of grain if you went out scavenging.
But eggs were precious. Not everyone had a personal dimension like hers, where things could be kept fresh and would never spoil.
