Wasteland Survivalist: A Scientific Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Survival

"Holy crap, bro! You actually dare to drink this?" Bai Lang felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing this.

"A must-do for adventure bloggers: if you don't even dare to drink this, then you shouldn't be doing a live stream."

Don't worry, sugary drinks rarely spoil. They won't kill you. Want a sip?

"No, no, bro, you're awesome, wow~~~"

Bai Lang waved his hands repeatedly, as if he saw someone eating cockroaches.

"It's okay, the shelf life actually refers to the lifespan of the plastic bottle."

If you're really scared, there's also bottled Coke here.

Imported foreign stuff, good stuff from old sugarcane production lines.

"Hurry up and have a couple of sips, you probably won't be able to drink this again."

Gu Lang picked up a bottle of Mexican cola and handed it over, but Bai Lang still refused.

"Tch, you don't know what's good for you. I'll just enjoy it all by myself." Gu Lang stuffed the bottle of cola into his bag.

There were no alcoholic beverages at the bar; the shelves were filled with empty decorative bottles.

The two wasted no more time and went straight to the kitchen area.

Pushing open a stainless steel fireproof door, you are greeted by an open-air steakhouse.

In the storage cabinet below, Gu Lang was pleasantly surprised to find a large quantity of durable food items.

"Bai Lang, this restaurant really uses high-quality ingredients; everything is imported and of good quality."

"Of course, I just glanced at the menu."

The prices are outrageously high; every dish has at least two zeros added to its price tag. They're ripping people off.

After taking out the bottles and jars, Gu Lang arranged them neatly on the kitchen counter.

The metal cans gleamed under the light.

This includes four cans of Carnation evaporated milk, two cans of condensed milk, two cans of red kidney beans, ten cans of sweet corn kernels, three cans of pineapple slices, five tubs of Carnation potato puree powder, two tubs of peeled whole tomatoes, and six cans of tomato sauce.

"Ugh, this evaporated milk has gone bad and is no longer drinkable."

The pineapple slices have swelled up in the can, so they're probably inedible now.

And this jar of tomatoes, it's leaking and rusting, let's throw them all away.

Gu Lang threw the obviously problematic canned goods into the trash can in the corner of the room.

Canned goods usually have a very long shelf life, even if the expiration date is long past.

As long as the can does not show obvious rust, damage, or bloating, it is generally safe to eat.

After packing the usable canned goods into bags, the two moved to another kitchen to continue their scavenging.

This time, I found quite a few glass jars, such as olives, black olives, pickles, cocktail onions, and so on.

"Glass can't compare to tin cans, right? Gulang, do you think these are still edible?"

"Since it's stored away from light, there shouldn't be any major problems."

It's alright, you can see there's no sediment in the liquid.

The vacuum safety button on the bottle cap wasn't protruding, so since the seal wasn't broken, it's still safe to eat.

Gu Lang shone a flashlight on the bottle and, after a brief inspection, gave his conclusion.

The two moved to another kitchen and found some more condiments, including honey, jam, curry paste, yellow mustard, and concentrated lemon juice.

"Why are there still a few opened bottles of wine here?" Bai Lang picked up the black glass bottle and checked the label.

"Give it to me, let me see."

Oh, they're all flavoring wines, used for cooking.

This bottle contains Port, a fortified wine with a very low alcohol content. It has been opened for too long and is no longer drinkable.

Next to it is brandy, 40 proof, it should still be drinkable, smell it.

"Oh, it smells pretty good. Wait, how did you know that?"

"When I was young, I was so hungry that I worked as a waiter in a Western restaurant and stole a lot of food from the chef's area."

After Gu Lang finished speaking casually, he turned and walked into the storage room.

This is a small, windowless compartment with shelves piled high with various dried goods and canned food.

They also found some chickpeas, white kidney beans, foie gras, anchovies in oil, and canned tuna in oil.

And five different types of pasta in different shapes.

"Holy crap, so much rock candy! I'm rich!"

Gu Lang opened a yellow cardboard box and then opened the plastic bag inside.

He took out a long, yellowish-brown strip that looked like a wafer biscuit and started eating it.

This is a type of brown sugar product popular in Cantonese-speaking areas; it is essentially unrefined cane sugar.

Therefore, as long as the packaging is intact, there is no concept of shelf life.

The discovery of the most valuable supplies of the night gave him a much-needed boost in spirits.

Meanwhile, Bai Lang discovered a box of solid alcohol fuel in the storage room.

After taking several sets of cookware and tableware from the sterilizer, the two ended their search mission.

Back on the viewing platform, I found a shaded spot away from the glass windows and started preparing dinner.

Under the guidance of Gu Lang, a former waiter at a Western restaurant, the dinner lineup was truly luxurious.

The appetizers were a cold foie gras platter, mashed potatoes with sauce, and a tuna and chickpea salad.

There are two main dishes: tomato tuna pasta and olive anchovy pasta.

The soups were tomato and bean soup and cream of corn soup. The latter used condensed milk instead of evaporated milk, making it a bit too sweet.

Finally, there were desserts: honey stewed pineapple and brandy honey jam.

It's a pity that I don't know if it was because the ingredients were seriously expired or because I couldn't get used to the strange taste of foreign food.

Bai Lang and He Ping didn't think much of the dishes; after trying a few bites, they opted to eat compressed biscuits instead.

Only Gu Lang was so engrossed in these sugar, oil, and salt mixtures that he ate until he was stuffed and bloated.

"You two really don't know what's good for you. This one can of food is worth at least five loaves of dark bread now, burp~ uh~"

If "Killing Sauce" could find these, she'd be laughing in her sleep.

Gu Lang let out a burp and inspected the restaurant entrance area.

After confirming that the alarm device for the canned food was working properly, I went outside the viewing platform to start my second shift.

After placing the rifle upright beside him, he lay down on the beanbag chair on the bay window.

This restaurant must have been a popular spot for social media check-ins in the past, the location of the viewing platform is just perfect.

It offers a panoramic view of the entire Dongxing County and the mouth of the Beilun River, including the secluded harbor where speedboats are moored.

In the past, the area below the mountain would have been ablaze with lights, offering diners the illusion of a refined lifestyle with its dazzling night view.

Now, there's not a single light to be seen down the mountain, not even a ghost.

However, this pitch blackness is convenient for night shifts, as any light source can be detected immediately.

Just as Gu Lang was bored out of his mind and tried to clear his head, he suddenly heard a light footstep behind him.

He immediately got up and picked up his rifle.

"It's me, don't be afraid."

"Bai Lang? Aren't you going to sleep so late?"

"When I can't sleep, I just want to talk to someone."

"Let's switch shifts then, I'm a little sleepy."

"No, I want to talk to you about something."

"Alright, I happen to have a lot of questions I want to ask you too."

"Why don't you ask first?"

Why are you here all alone?

Before we parted ways, didn't you say you were going inland? What about your mother and grandmother?