Lin Caining continued, "We still have five packs of instant noodles, and three bags of cup noodles. There's also half a bottle of Laoganma in the kitchen, but the steamed buns and noodles are long gone."
Fang Yuqing, in agony, covered her head. "Instant noodles, instant noodles! That stuff can't satisfy hunger at all!"
Lin Caining stared at her firmly. "Yuqing, the situation outside is very wrong now. Do you think this heavy snow will ever stop?"
Fang Yuqing paused, then turned her head to look out the window blankly. Through the frosted glass, she could vaguely see the snowflakes falling continuously from the sky.
It had been ten days, and the snow had fallen continuously for a whole ten days without stopping for a moment. The second floor was completely submerged, and going out was impossible.
There was a dead silence on the distant streets, and there was no sign of the official snowplow.
Fang Yuqing's heart sank to the bottom, filled with despair. She didn't know when this snow disaster would end. Or maybe, would it end at all?
Fang Yuqing covered her eyes, crying in pain. "Ningning, what should we do? If this continues, we will starve to death."
Lin Caining bit her lip and asked, "Is there still food at Zhou Peng's place?"
Fang Yuqing shook her head. "I asked him several times, even pretended to befriend him. But he really has been drained by me, not a drop left."
"The last time he brought me two packs of cup noodles, that was his last bit of rations. He's so thin now, like a zombie; he definitely doesn't have any food left."
Lin Caining clenched her fists unwillingly. "Then, is there anyone else we can try?"
"You see, the two of us are so beautiful. As long as we make a little effort, men will surely be moved by us!"
Fang Yuqing glanced at her, somewhat displeased. "Are you stupid? Now everyone treats supplies like their lives. Even if they are moved by us, it's not easy for them to give us supplies."
"Besides, it's so cold. Even if we offer ourselves to them for free, they probably wouldn't have the energy."
Fang Yuqing, at this point, had a painful look in her eyes.
Lin Caining didn't know that Fang Yuqing had actually tried this method before, attempting to exchange supplies with men using her beauty. However, her standards were too high: the man had to be 1.85 meters tall, a civil servant, and earn a monthly income of 50,000 yuan just for her to be interested.
As a result, even a sixty-year-old neighbor said, "You came too late. If you had come half a month earlier, I could still fight for it."
Lin Caining bit her lip, feeling very afraid as well. As a woman with a bit of charm, she had planned to use her beauty as the last reliance for survival.
However, the cold weather seemed to be the perfect antidote to desire.
Suddenly, the shadow of a man appeared in her mind.
She said to Fang Yuqing, "By the way, Yuqing, have you forgotten you still have a licking dog?"
Fang Yuqing, of course, knew who Lin Caining was talking about. She pursed her lips and stubbornly said, "Hmph, that smelly man. Unless he comes over and kowtows to beg for my forgiveness, I will absolutely not take the initiative to find him."
She had tried to contact Zhang Yì several times before, hoping to give him a chance to come and offer her supplies to please her. However, Zhang Yì's attitude toward her was too cold, and he even deliberately teased her with photos. This made Fang Yuqing very angry, and she vowed to make Zhang Yì come over and lick the soles of her feet.
If she actively contacted him now, wouldn't she ruin her image as a cold and aloof goddess? No, Fang Yuqing couldn't allow that!
Lin Caining said, "Did you forget that Zhang Yì's family had hoarded a lot of food before? Even if a month has passed, there must be more than an ordinary person's home."
"As long as you step forward and find him, he will definitely immediately agree to bring you food."
When Fang Yuqing heard about food, her heart moved a bit. But she hesitated and said, "But when I tried to find him before, he was so indifferent."
Lin Caining said, "Are you silly? He must think he's not worthy of you, so he wants to give up. After all, not long ago, you were quite indifferent to him."
Fang Yuqing immediately became excited. "That's because he brought it upon himself! Clearly, he's just a small middle-class guy, pretending to be a rich second-generation. He made me waste so much emotion!"
Lin Caining said with a smile, "But now he's also considered a high-quality spare tire! The role of a spare tire is to be used when needed, right?"
"You just need to give him a little smile, let the flame of hope burn in his heart again. Then he will do whatever you want."