Blockade

Xiaochong looked down at his clothes and muttered, "I haven't eaten tomato omelet in a long time."

"Me too…" Shang Jianyao revealed an expression of reminiscence. He raised his right palm and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

Jiang Baimian's expression gradually turned a little odd as she listened to their conversation. She then tried to join in. "I know how to cook this dish. It's still relatively easy to find eggs in the wilderness as long as we don't insist on having chicken eggs. However, it's a little difficult to find tomatoes."

Xiaochong thought for a moment and said, "I remember that there's a cold storage warehouse in the Tianxing District. There's quite a number of tomatoes stuffed inside, but I don't know if they've been finished or if they can still be eaten."

"We can go take a look if there's a chance." Jiang Baimian steered the topic back on track. "Let's leave this place first."