Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 450

Chapter 450: Chapter 450: Stupid Fool

Despite being slapped in front of so many people, Ivy Draper didn’t fly into a rage or burst into tears.

It was as if she was used to being hit. Though her face was etched with grievance, she didn’t say much, simply lowering her head to silently arrange her bedding.

What she failed to notice was that the man with glasses and the long-haired man lying opposite her were staring at her hands, which were covered in jeweled rings. Their eyes were filled with greed.

The long-haired man and the man with glasses exchanged a look of unspoken understanding. Then, the man with glasses got up and walked over from his own bunk toward Ivy Draper.

He walked up to Jim Sheffield and Ivy Draper and flashed them a grin. "Hey there," he said. "You just moved in, so you probably haven’t gotten today’s food yet, right? Take these two sand vine cakes and eat up. You can finish unpacking after you’ve had a bite!"

Seeing the two dry, cracked sand vine cakes offered by the man with glasses, and the hand that held them—its fingernails caked with grime—Ivy Draper wrinkled her brow in disgust.

’This is absolutely disgusting! Who would eat something like this?!’

Resisting the urge to tell the man to get lost, Ivy Draper shook her head and replied coldly, "No, thank you. We don’t need it. You can keep it."

The man with glasses was rebuffed. His face fell, but he didn’t say anything, merely returning to his spot with the sand vine cakes, looking resentful.

After making the bed, Ivy Draper felt a little hungry. She rummaged through her suitcase, pulling out a small bag of compressed biscuits and a packet of pickled chili mustard greens.

She tore open the packet of mustard greens, and the rich, pungent aroma of pickled chilis immediately filled the air, drawing the gazes of everyone in the room.

At the sight of the mustard greens and compressed biscuits in Ivy Draper’s hands, the others in the room subconsciously swallowed. It had been a long time since they had eaten normal food. Most of them survived on sand vine cakes; rice and flour were luxuries, to say nothing of processed foods like compressed biscuits and preserved vegetables, which had all but vanished.

Before the disaster, nobody would have given these things a second glance, but now they were delicacies that money couldn’t buy.

Staring at the food in Ivy Draper’s hands and smelling the sharp scent of pickled chilis that stung their nostrils, the people in the room could only watch, their eyes wide with envy.

Seeing everyone in the room staring at her with envy, Ivy Draper couldn’t suppress a feeling of smugness. ’She knew it. She was different from these refugees.’

’They’re here to survive. I’m not. I’m just here for the heat!’

When she saw Maisie Lynch staring at her with the same envious expression, Ivy Draper lifted her chin like a triumphant victor.

She shot Maisie Lynch a sidelong glance and said in a condescending tone, "What are you looking at? There’s none for you! It’s your own fault, you stupid girl. You should have swapped spots with me when you had the chance!"

Maisie Lynch swallowed hard and gritted her teeth. "I-I don’t want any! So what if it’s compressed biscuits and mustard greens? They’re dry, hard, and taste awful. I wouldn’t eat them if you paid me! If you’re so great, why don’t you pull out something actually good!"

As if provoked by Maisie Lynch’s words, Ivy Draper tossed aside the biscuits and mustard greens. She turned back to her suitcase, rummaged around, and pulled out two more cans: one of pork belly and one of fruit.

’In truth, they’d once had plenty of food. Jim Sheffield had worked in a government department, in charge of supplies, and had skimmed a lot off the top.’

’Unfortunately, Jim Sheffield had gambled most of it away. Just two days ago, in a gambling frenzy, he had taken their last two cases of energy bars and canned beef to bet with. Ivy Draper had tried to stop him and earned several slaps for her trouble.’

’This little bit of food was all Ivy Draper had managed to hide away for herself.’

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