They also distributed many pots—stainless steel pots of various sizes, some with steaming racks and some without. There were even woks for stir-frying.
Shen Yunyun also told them they could eat three meals a day: one in the morning when they woke up, one at noon, and one at dusk.
The beastmen were stunned.
They were used to eating only two meals a day, and sometimes they couldn’t even manage that. They never imagined that the Beast God could eat three meals a day.
Filled with gratitude, the beastmen declared that starting tomorrow morning, they would eat three meals a day.
Zhi said, "Our food is limited. Eat only until you’re full, and don’t waste any."
"Understood," the beastmen shouted in unison.
Zhi continued, "The Second Elder will be in charge of distributing food and..."
His gaze fell on the pots, and Shen Yunyun added, "Pots."
Zhi nodded.
An older beastman immediately acknowledged the task.
After seeing the beastmen off, Shen Yunyun said to Zhi, "I’ll bring you some clothes later, so you won’t catch cold in winter."
She couldn’t bear to look at the frostbite on their hands and feet. Almost all the beastmen had frostbitten limbs—black and purple, some already ulcerated, with blood seeping through the cracks.
It looked incredibly painful.
Shen Yunyun knew how miserable frostbite could be—a dry, aching pain that, if warmed up, turned into an unbearable itch that kept you awake all night.
The beastmen here all went barefoot.
In the dead of winter, stepping barefoot into the snow—just thinking about it made her feel a chill to the bone.
But the beastmen were generally tall, so their clothes and shoes would need to be custom-made. The shoes common in modern times were far too small for them.
The cubs, however, could wear them.
Still, before that, Shen Yunyun decided to teach them some ways to keep warm.
So, after returning, she went straight to the apocalypse.
She was going to do a zero-cost shopping spree.
The supplies she had gathered in their small town had all been given to the Empress Dowager and the others.
This time, she planned to go to the neighboring city with Zhang Yifan.
Getting from their city to the neighboring one wasn’t easy, even though Cheng Gong had fixed up several cars they could drive. But there were very few places they could reach because the sudden apocalypse had left highways clogged with cars, many in chain collisions. Without clearing the roads, driving through was impossible.
"Lord, the roads are impassable," Zhang Yifan said.
Shen Yunyun smiled and said, "Don’t worry, I have a way."
She pulled out two flying devices and gestured for him to get on quickly.
Zhang Yifan looked at the flying devices curiously. They resembled the hoverboards kids played with before the apocalypse, but their quality was leagues above. The windshield, which looked like glass, was clearly neither glass nor resin.
He sat down but found no control panel inside.
He was dumbfounded.
How was he supposed to start this hoverboard without a control panel?
Just as he was staring at Shen Yunyun in confusion, he saw her already seated with the windshield closed. Then, a dizzying sensation hit him.
He couldn’t hear the wind, but he could see the buildings outside rapidly receding. The nearby structures became blurs, while those in the distance flashed past at an astonishing speed.
He had ridden planes and high-speed trains before the apocalypse, but nothing compared to this flying marvel in terms of stability and speed.
More importantly, there was no control panel.
So how did it even work?