I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 1040 - 1039: Who Dares Call Me During the New Year—Fed Up with Life, Huh?

Chapter 1040: Chapter 1039: Who Dares Call Me During the New Year—Fed Up with Life, Huh?

Grandma Jing clicked her tongue: "Us older folks don’t like watching these things. What’s all this nonsense about? We really can’t keep up with you youngsters."

Jing Shu said, "Grandma, nowadays they’re voting for the most liked videos at the Spring Festival Gala. Feel free to give a thumbs up to whatever you enjoy."

But among the older crowd, there are still a few standouts.

The next few programs were specifically for the elderly, and only then did Grandma Jing really start to smile.

Jing Shu: "Honestly, I also like watching programs for the elderly."

Wu You’ai: "Me too."

Chu Zhuohua: "I also like that you like them."

Jing Shu, showered with a bit of PDA: "..." Let’s eat! Let’s eat!

This year’s New Year’s Eve dinner at the Jing Family was still rather casual.

With so many people and large appetites, there was no formal plating. The large table was filled with big dishes, and every portion was incredibly generous.

This really astonished the elder aunt’s family, who seldom came home to eat.

Qiao Lian swallowed hard at the fish dish, which at normal families would have one fish, but at the Jing Family it was stacked with several fish. The braised pig trotters were served in a basin...

The Eight Treasure Rice was supposed to be an overturned bowl, but at the Jing Family, it was an overturned basin. Plus, the abalone, shrimp, scallops, and crabs also came up in big basins—

Clearly, every ingredient here was exceptionally precious, yet the way they were casually tossed together in these basins evoked a feeling of a communal pot meal. What’s that about?

"Eat, girl, eat more." Qiao Lian kept serving food to the children. This was a once-a-year event.

Jing Shu also ate voraciously; when it came to eating, elegance was never important.

Until midnight, after the Spring Festival Gala ended and dinner was finished, suddenly loud noises came from outside, and the whole family rushed out onto the deck.

Jing Shu thought perhaps there’d be some fireworks or something to watch, but it turned out to be the Township Government firing twelve blank shots into the air, audible even from the South Sea. That counted as—celebration for the New Year.

It’s a shame that before the apocalypse, Jing Shu hadn’t thought of stocking up on gift packs or fireworks because they couldn’t be eaten or used. What’s the point?

"Whoosh—bang bang bang!"

Suddenly, sounds rang out mid-air, and Jing Shu’s eyes widened. Crap, there really were fireworks and firecrackers? Only, it was the simplest kind of sky rockets.

Jing Shu took another look, oh, the small boat behind them was setting them off. Soon, there were more sky-high fireworks spreading colorful sparkles in the dark night, strangely beautiful.

Then Chu Zhuohua lightly coughed, "Had nothing better to do, so I made some fireworks. Everyone enjoy."

Grandma Jing and Mr. Jing praised Chu Zhuohua.

Wu You’ai was uncharacteristically a bit flushed.

Jing Shu touched her chin, and asked her mentor if there was anything he couldn’t do. If he were to travel back to ancient times, he could surely become rich and powerful, leading a dynasty!

After watching the homemade fireworks, the whole family began the red envelope exchange.

Jing Shu received a red envelope from Grandpa and Grandma Jing, crafted by Mr. Jing into a delicate red puzzle box, able to open and close without screws, containing two golden ingots made by Mr. Jing, along with New Year’s money from Mrs. Jing, Mr. Jing, and other elders.

At the Jing Family, anyone unmarried is considered a child and given New Year’s money.

Meanwhile, Jing Shu gave her niece some sweets and a hundred Virtual Coins.

After the red envelope exchange, Jing Shu had Hulk send the elder aunt’s family back to the factory, and those who should sleep, slept, and those who wanted to party, partied.

The warship continued sailing, embarking on a seven-day holiday voyage.

On New Year’s Day, they had dumplings.

Jing Shu regretted not getting to sleep in. But after eating, she went back to her room for a nap.

By noon, they should reach the first stop—Macau.

Beep beep beep—

Jing Shu lay on the huge bed, the warship steady, though she could still feel a swaying sensation. She crossed her legs and practiced with the Magic Cube, the sound clicking away.

Now and then, she’d search for some snacks, like pastries, watermelon juice, coconut juice, and occasionally some ice cream if she felt like it.

By the way, she’d nearly finished the stockpile of Haagen-Dazs ice cream she saved long ago, so she was considering making some more tasty ice cream. But unfortunately lacking the technology or skill, the ice cream she’d make might not taste as good.

In the bedroom, the fat chicken lay in its nest, contentedly squinting its eyes, everything peaceful and serene.

Until the phone rang.

Annoying!

It’s the New Year!

Must she pick up the phone?

Jing Shu’s mood turned sour immediately. How could it be that she’d been working like a dog over the past few days, resolving numerous matters in advance to enjoy a good vacation, even predicting all possible issues to delegate responsibilities beforehand, yet on New Year’s Day she still had to answer calls?

And from an unknown number? The apocalypse meant no more telemarketing or renovation calls!

"Hello, who is this?"

As soon as she picked up the call, Jing Shu’s voice became calm and pleasant, with no trace of irritation.

Even though Jing Shu was internally screaming and shouting, outwardly she appeared scarily composed.

You better have something important. She thought to herself.

"Girl, it’s me. Did you take the warship out to sea?" Old Zhou’s voice came through.

Jing Shu: "..." Ah? Why is it Old Zhou? Didn’t she just wish him a Happy New Year this morning?

She paused for a moment, and quickly responded, "Yes, what’s up, Old Zhou? It’s New Year, just out for a little trip?"