Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 252

Chapter 252: Chapter 252: Household Incinerator

Melody Summers asked in surprise, "Officer Rhodes, what brings you here?"

Her family had just moved in yesterday, and Roman Rhodes was already at their door today. ’He’s certainly persistent!’

Roman Rhodes was in a crisp police uniform today, a rare sight that made him look exceptionally handsome and sharp.

Seeing Melody Summers come in, Roman Rhodes set down his teacup and smiled. "I heard you moved in yesterday, so I brought some fruit over to see how you’re settling in."

Beside the living room coffee table sat three boxes, all filled with various kinds of fruit.

Colin Summers stood to refill Roman Rhodes’s tea, saying with some embarrassment, "Officer Rhodes, you’re far too kind! You always go to such expense for us. We feel terrible about it."

Roman Rhodes replied with a smile, "You don’t have to be so formal with me. My brother and I ate more than our fair share of Miss Lowell’s cooking when we were young. My brother and I must have gone through at least half of the ration tickets she brought home each month! Besides, these fruits are homegrown, so they didn’t cost a thing."

Rhodes Enterprises specialized in indoor farming, so they had these kinds of supplies in abundance.

Mr. Rhodes doted on his eldest son and sent loads of supplies to Roman’s apartment every week. Since Roman lived alone, he couldn’t possibly get through it all himself.

Roman Rhodes glanced at the foam boxes lined up neatly in the corner of the living room. Inside, various vegetables were thriving under the glow of grow lights.

Rows of bottled water were stacked against the base of the wall, arranged neatly to account for the floor’s load-bearing capacity.

He sighed inwardly. ’The Summers family really knows how to manage. They keep everything so perfectly organized, they don’t need my help at all.’

’That didn’t leave him many opportunities to impress them...’

Winnie Summers was a very independent woman. Roman felt that if he wanted a chance with her, he would have to put in more effort.

With that thought, Roman Rhodes took a sip of tea, looked up, and asked, "Are you settling in okay here?"

Was there anything he could help them with?

Miss Lowell nodded and replied with a smile, "Everything’s fine. Don’t you worry about us."

Melody Summers, on the other hand, looked as if she’d just remembered something. She slapped her forehead and told everyone what had just happened in the elevator.

As everyone in the living room listened to Melody’s account, they all frowned.

Grace Sutton slapped her thigh in frustration. "Her again, from 1505! Yesterday, she was the one insisting we should give up our apartment, and now today she’s prying into our supplies. What’s wrong with her?"

Melody Summers sighed. "I guess we should try to eat less aromatic food from now on, like boiled noodles and vegetables. The smell from frying and stir-frying is too strong. It can travel a long way through the cracks in the doors and windows."

This was the second year of the disaster, and nearly every household was surviving on sand vine cakes.

The few who still had jobs might be able to afford some real food to supplement their diet, but such people were exceedingly rare. Even they couldn’t buy it often; once or twice a month was already a luxury.

If the scent of cooking wafted from the Summers’ apartment every day, it was bound to attract the attention of the other residents in the building.

People were unpredictable; they had to be on their guard.

Roman Rhodes considered this for a moment before suggesting, "Would you consider moving? I can arrange for you to stay at the Nimbus Hotel downtown. Don’t worry about the cost—it would be free of charge."

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