After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 203

Chapter 203: Celebratory Dinner (Part 1)
That night, Althea called the NPCs and her inner circle to the second floor for a little behind-the-scenes celebration.

She knew how hard these people worked to get the supermarket going within a few days. After all, every single one of the products was produced from its raw materials. Just the processing itself was no simple task.

This was all done with limited technology and in such a short period of time.

Even in Terran, this could be said to be a miraculous feat. She wanted her people to know that she appreciated their hard work and celebrate the end product with them.

Of course, this dinner was not just to celebrate the opening of the supermarket.

It was the fact that the completion of the supermarket in and of itself was a sign of the development of the entire territory.

How many industries, how many more shops, how many jobs would be generated after this?

How much wider would the product selections be? How many more food types would people be able to choose from? How nice would it be for the people hunting outside and the people guarding the territory to go back home and eat their hearts out?

Wouldn’t they work even harder? More passionate about protecting their good lifestyles?

The building of the supermarket could be said to be the cementation of a promising future.

This ought to be celebrated, no?

Hence, later after the sunset, Althea smuggled Ansel and the others to the second floor through the warehouse door.

“Wow… you do this every time you summon an NPC??” Sheila couldn’t help but ask. She also asked this in a whispery voice by instinct, looking very shifty, as if people could still find them so near the warehouse.

Except for Ansel, it was everyone’s first time sneaking around like this, so they were naturally… not very cool. Anyway, it was quite a fun experience. The children were even giggling and poking at each other. It was as if they were playing hide-and-seek with the entire territory.

“Well, I can teleport directly to the warehouse, so it’s not as troublesome.”

“Oh, right.” Sheila nodded, relieved. She then turned to the children happily covering their mouths as if no one would hear their bubbly giggles.

She shook her head with a smile on her own face.

In contrast with their sneaking around, the NPCs went directly via the village center. Many people were curious but shrugged in the end. They heard the NPCs had an exclusive hangout there.

They were quite curious, but it had nothing to do with them.

As for the Aborigines climbing up the steps, they really didn’t know what to expect. It was just that they found themselves a bit excited nevertheless.

Soon the aborigines and the gang entered the second floor, and they were surprised by the changes.

Althea had commissioned Bianca and a few interior designers (temporarily allowed access and hired by the ‘territory’, with accompanying signed NDAs) to improve the furnishing of the second floor from sleek to gorgeous, and much more complete.

There were now a few more couches—very plush and comfortable to look at—and a matching coffee table in front of it. There were also meeting and dining tables, drawers, and bookshelves (though empty, for now) located in strategic places.

The walls were adorned with a tasteful combination of vintage artwork (done by an artist via charcoal medium—the literal kind) and figurines (sculpted by Bianca and her team of artisans), creating a sense of nostalgia and curiosity.

The partitions, made of a combination of wood and painted hemp fabric, delineated each area without enclosing them completely.

The furniture themselves were intricately carved and very anthropomorphic, and the fabrics of the furniture and the carpets were made of soft monster fur. Someone went over to touch it. It was extremely comfortable.

And the furniture… they weren’t sure if it was just their imagination, but just looking at them relaxed them.

In fact, they weren’t wrong.

There were actually two people who had awakened the life occupation of Woodcarver during this time, both of whom were in Baron’s team, and they did the special room justice.

Not only were the products of these two gorgeous, but they also had the sublime effect of slowly increasing spirit the longer people stayed inside.

There was also a set of plush armchairs and a side table next to the window, where the users could look down and see the bustle of the public square and parks below.

The entire room was quaint, inviting, and warm. It offered a cozy and serene atmosphere that invited those who saw to relax and appreciate the surroundings.

At the moment though, the most distracting part of the room was the largest circular table filled with a wide array of food. Each and every one attacked all their senses, making them want to sit down.

It was adorned with a feast of mouthwatering delights, and everyone’s stomach bugs were successfully stimulated. Especially, Harold, who knew most about food, and he immediately made a commentary.

“A bruschetta for the appetizer! It uses Terran tomatoes, a local alternative for basil, and rich olive oil that had just been extracted!

He then looked at the plate next to it, “Then there are the Cucumber and Meat rolls, with sweet and sour sauce—assembled with elegance, offering a refreshing touch.”

Moving further along were varieties of salads and viands. Each bite looked very colorful and flavorful. Harold made sure to narrate in a very, very, detailed manner so it was like the food was asking them to sit down already and eat them up.

They gulped.

The main dishes were gugu birds with golden skin, succulent and gorgeous, as well as Stormdoer tenderloin, cooked to perfection and adorned with a savory crust of local herbs.

They gulped again.

Finally, there was the dessert dazzling with decadence.

Because there was no sugar yet, and Terran fruits had yet to bloom, every dessert was made with local fruits.

However, they were handled with such delicacy one would think it was made of fruits from the gods.

For example, the Gouji fruit one could see everywhere was carved into interesting shapes like apples and an unfamiliar bird species (which Harold would call a swan later on).

The fruits were arranged with different fruits, creating an interesting palette of colors, and creating a work of art.

The food was prepared by the private chef Cooke, with every food an absolute treat and had an effect of increasing life and spirit.

The aborigines couldn’t help but look at each other with complex emotions.

Did the Lord prepare this… for them?