Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97: Chapter 095 All Conspired to Deceive Him

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Xie Jingchen had to catch a train from the county town to leave, so before departing, he made a point of bidding farewell to his former commander and casually mentioned his assignments for the coming months.

Of course, before he left, he also passed on salutations from his immediate superiors, Mr. Zheng and Chief Tao, to the old commander.

Xie Jingchen distinctly felt his own aging hand tremble slightly, yet, the old commander regained his composure in a mere moment, nodded to acknowledge, and then closed his eyes.

"Careful, you rascal," Liu Aimin murmured softly as he watched the tall and robust young man, now powerful, about to disappear at the turn near the door, his voice full of tender caution.

Xie Jingchen continued striding forward unabated, as if he hadn’t heard.

However, just as his figure was about to step out of the door, he subtly nodded almost imperceptibly. The guard leading the way, Wang Lixing, didn’t even notice the slight movement behind him.

Without hesitation, Xie Jingchen headed straight for the train station after saying goodbye to the old commander. He timed it perfectly, arriving just ten minutes before the train, entering his cabin and waiting there for over half an hour before the train began to move.

Only then did he pull out the food bag prepared by his dear wife, noticing the specially made thick gray cloth bag and seeing at the bottom a few clear water bottles—

Xie Jingchen’s eyes, deep and dark, flickered slightly; his movement had no pause of surprise. He grabbed a scallion pancake and took a bite as naturally as one would long to nibble on the tender neck of a loved one, his heavy gaze laden with undercurrents; not even the bits of braised egg inside the pancake could slow him down, as he chewed slowly and swallowed.

Xie Jingchen’s expression remained unchanged, and being in the upper bunk, no one else noticed his actions. However, the moment he took out the scented pancakes, its aroma immediately filled the cabin. Additionally, the eggs, which Zhang Shanni had already peeled fearing her husband would conserve his ration or find going to the restroom on the train too troublesome, had been neatly packaged by her.

When he bit into it, the aroma of the braised egg filled the air. Zhang Shanni’s marinade was not of this era’s bland taste; she had concocted it using soy sauce she preserved from the future, even warming it at home for him, so it still retained a hint of warmth when he ate it.

This warmth came from a metal water kettle from Rong Guard, which retained the heat.

Inside the kettle was not just plain water but a thick rice soup meticulously cooked by Zhang Shanni, free of any oily smell, with only the sweet essence of sweet potatoes, which paired perfectly with the scallion-stuffed braised egg pancakes, creating a delicious taste.

"Gulp~" "Gulp"

Sounds of swallowing saliva consecutively echoed in the cabin; two young men seated below clandestinely exchanged glances and then quickly exited the cabin.

Both men were seen hurriedly escaping with an embarrassed ’awkward’ expression.

This was a special cabin on the train, with four seats spread across the top and bottom sides, providing a relatively spacious area. It had been secured by Xie Jingchen using his Rong Guard official status.

As such, the men sitting here were not ordinary citizens; those in such privileged Rong Guard cabins were either nobility, relatives of the Rong Guard, or like him, members of the Rong Guard themselves.

Xie Jingchen did not display any arrogance openly; on one hand, his survival instinct taught him not to court death without substantial strength — not everyone is entitled to throw their weight around blindly, as acting foolish without thought only leads to tragic consequences.