18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 288

No one knew exactly who smuggled them out, but Austin knew that all the fish hatchlings from the agricultural department could be acquired if you had the right contacts.

Austin exchanged for the fish with supplies, probably after some transactions, so it really wasn't cheap. There was some leftover spices from yesterday, so Stella decided to make a fish stew.

Rosie was diligent, with Dylan assisting her.

When Stella wasn't looking, Dylan slipped a small pack of chocolate-covered almonds into Rosie's pocket. Snacks were too precious and Rosie didn't want any.

"Rosie, I saved these especially for you. We have more at home." As he said this, he peeled one and placed it in her mouth, "Is it sweet?"

"Mmm." Rosie smiled at him, "You're so nice, Dylan."

Encouraged by her praise, Dylan was overjoyed, whispering into her ear, "I only gave one to the others."

By "the others", he was referring to the adults’ children.

Rosie, being singled out for special treatment, was pleased. "After dinner, I'll teach you some boxing, Dylan."

"Sure!" Dylan squatted next to her, helping with the chores. "The water's too cold, Rosie. Let me do it."

Father and son, both inept in the kitchen, relished the creamy fish stew, and they were extremely content.

"Dad, the fish head Rosie made is really good."

Austin corrected his son, "Nonsense, Stella made it."

"Rosie fried the fish, and I helped with the veggies."

"Really? You can do that now? You're amazing, son."

As they chatted and ate, Austin noticed Stella's glowing complexion and asked, "Some wealthy ladies have been looking for skincare products. So you have a supplier?"

Actually, she did have quite a few stashed away in Arcadia.

"What brand do they want?"

"It doesn't matter what brand, as long as it's fragrant and hasn't gone bad."

Austin wasn't well-versed in women's skincare products, but considering it was four years into the apocalypse, finding something usable was already a feat. Regardless of the ladies' pickiness, they were constantly lowering their standards.

A few months ago, he managed to sell a bottle of generic moisturizer. At first, everyone complained it smelt worse than manure, but in the end, they nearly came to blows over it. As long as there was stock, he could sell it at a high price.

"I have a few bottles. I'll let you take a look."

She had got quite a lot from the supermarket before, and collected another batch from the office building. No matter how long they lasted, they would be harder to sell in the future.

"Can you source some condoms?" Austin continued with his requests, "Those are in high demand, and everyone wants one."

In the early years of the apocalypse, many wealthy individuals had indulged themselves with no rules, resulting in a myriad of diseases. If it had been before the apocalypse, curing these diseases wouldn't have been an issue. But where would you find medicine in the apocalypse?

Therefore, they quickly learned their lesson, but it was already too late. Now, medicine was worth its weight in gold.

"Cough, cough."

Jasper almost choked on a fish bone when he heard Austin asking Stella for condoms at the dinner table. His face turned a bit red.

Austin glanced at him, finding his shyness amusing. Stella, on the other hand, surprised them all with her response, "I don't have any, and even if I did, I'd keep them for personal use."

"Cough, ha-ha, ha-ha-ha." Austin nearly choked again, "That's a fair point. Jasper, you're a lucky man."

At the table, Rosie was confused, "What are you guys talking about?"