42: Chapter 42 Live Stream of Eating a Feast

The photo was like a depth charge dropped into the residents' group chat.

After a brief silence, the group chat instantly exploded!

[Building 3 # Aunt Zhang]: Good heavens! Is Song Yang eating steaming hot food? Not instant noodles?

[Building 4 # Tiger Li]: Stewed chicken with mushrooms! Sweet and sour pork tenderloin! Damn it! And fish! Does this guy Song run a restaurant or something?!

[Building 9 # Baldy Zhao]: How did he get that! It's like this outside, where did he get gas? Where did he get fresh ingredients? This is impossible!

This must be a Photoshop job! He's trying to scare us!

[End of the Road Sprint]: This isn't Photoshop! Didn't you see him and that little wench in the photo too?! Damn it! Song, are you f*cking provoking us?!

[End of the Road Sprint]: Brothers! Did you see that?! How many good things has this kid hidden! He'd rather feed that woman than give us a way to live!

Smash! Smash it to death! Break down the wall, and everything inside to eat and drink will be ours!!

The people who had been frustrated by the hardness of the wall outside had their eyes turn red instantly after seeing this photo.

They were fighting for their lives outside over a single sausage, while Song Yang was eating a feast at home; this was simply unacceptable.

Jealousy, rage, and the intense hunger triggered by the aroma of the food instantly devoured their remaining sanity.

"I want to eat meat!!"

"Damn it! Why does he get to live so well!"

"Song Yang, they seem even more agitated."

Xiao Xue stared at the monitor, feeling somewhat nervous.

Song Yang put down his phone, picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of golden, crispy sweet and sour pork tenderloin, and held it directly to Xiao Xue's lips.

"Try it? This is the hotel's signature dish; it tastes pretty good."

His tone was as relaxed as if he were taking a walk in his own backyard, rather than being besieged by a group of starving Neighbors.

The rich sweet and sour aroma rushed into her nose, and Xiao Xue subconsciously ate the meat.

The world outside was like hell, yet the man before her was leisurely urging her to taste delicacies.

This extreme contrast made her brain freeze up a bit.

Watching her daze, Song Yang withdrew his chopsticks, ate the piece of tenderloin himself, and nodded in satisfaction:

"Hmm, the temperature is just right."

Immediately after, he picked up his phone and opened the residents' group chat again.

This time, he didn't choose to take a photo, but directly opened the video recording function.

The phone screen lit up, and the camera was aimed at the table full of delicacies, as well as the two people beside the dining table.

Song Yang picked up a pork rib and waved it at the camera; the glistening sauce was incredibly enticing.

He took a bite himself, making a satisfying chewing sound, then picked up a mouthful of vibrant green vegetables and placed it in Xiao Xue's bowl, signaling her to eat as well.

Xiao Xue's face was pale; the banging sounds outside were getting louder, as if they were about to break through the door the next second, yet Song Yang was recording a mukbang?

"Eat, why are you looking at me? This steamed sea bass is cooked perfectly, and it has few bones."

He also casually picked up a wine glass nearby, which contained half a glass of crimson liquid, swirled it gently, and took a slow, deliberate sip toward the camera.

It was red wine.

Xiao Xue could even smell the faint aroma of fruit and wood.

Before the apocalypse, she would occasionally open a bottle to help her sleep, but now, this was an indulgence so luxurious it felt sinful.

Song Yang seemed to feel this stimulation wasn't enough, so he simply zoomed in the camera, aimed it at a bowl of crystal-clear white rice on the table, then scooped up a spoonful, put it into his mouth, and chewed slowly.

Recording finished, send.

If the previous photo was a depth charge, then this video was simply pouring a ladle of cold water into a pot of boiling oil!

Sizzle—!

[Building 7 # Handsome Guy with Glasses]: "Damn it, this kid even has red wine? How long has it been since I've seen alcohol!"

[Building 4 # Tiger Li]: "Ribs, vegetables, fish, f*ck! He's eating rice! I haven't even been able to lick up a crumb of a biscuit these past few days!"

[Building 9 # Baldy Zhao]: "I can't take it anymore! Why! Why does he get to live so well!"

[End of the Road Sprint]: "He's showing off! He's deliberately trying to anger us! Brothers, did you see that?! He doesn't even consider us human!"

"He'd rather eat alone in front of the camera than share a single bite with us!"

[End of the Road Sprint]: "The wall! Smash the wall! The more he eats, the more he must have hidden! Break it open! Everything inside is ours! Kill Song Yang! Loot all his stuff!"

Outside the door.

"Hah, hah."

Heavy, ragged breathing rose and fell.

Before, it was just anger and jealousy, but now, the vivid, mouth-watering food in that video directly ignited their most primal physiological desire—hunger!

The extreme hunger made their stomachs ache intensely.

Only by frantically swallowing saliva could they alleviate this pain.

At this moment, in Wang Mang's home.

Only the pale light from the phone screen illuminated the two faces gathered around it.

Wang Mang leaned half-way in his chair, one arm suspended by a dirty strip of cloth, the skin of his exposed shoulder already blackened and festering, emitting waves of foul odor.

Like Old Madam Lin beside him, he stared fixedly at the image on the phone screen of Song Yang leisurely enjoying his meal, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably.

The plump lamb chops in the video seared their eyeballs and branded themselves onto their empty, aching stomach walls.

"Damn it, he's eating meat, and rice too."

Old Madam Lin was shaking with rage, her fingernails almost digging into the phone screen:

"What a sin! This god-forsaken guy! With so many good things, how does he deserve it! And wine! Is that red wine?!"

The video finished playing, and Wang Mang suddenly turned his head, glaring fiercely at Bai Jie with bloodshot eyes:

"When you went to his place last time, did you see these things?! Did you get to eat any of it?!"

Bai Jie shuddered at his ferocious appearance and subconsciously shrank back.

"No, I didn't see anything, let alone eat any."

"Bullshit!"

Slap—!

A sharp slap rang out; Wang Mang struck Bai Jie hard across the face with his uninjured hand, leaving a clear palm print.

Bai Jie cried out in pain, covering her face, tears instantly welling up.

"No?! He hid so many good things, how could he not give you some to taste?!"

Wang Mang breathed heavily; the pain of his wound and the temptation of food had caused him to lose his sanity.

"I think you're already full! And then you're helping him hide it from us! You bitch!"

Old Madam Lin immediately chimed in, "Exactly! I think you're just a traitorous wretch!"

Bai Jie covered her burning cheek, not daring to retort.

Wang Mang stared at her, his eyes sinister:

"Wait until that bunch of idiots outside are done making a scene, and you! You are going to that Song guy's place again for me!"

"This time, you must! You must bring me back a meat dish! Do you hear me?

Whether you sleep with him or use some other method, in any case, I want to eat meat! If you don't bring it back, I'll skin you alive!"