Xiao Xin raised its mechanical arm and blinked innocently, then stopped moving. The trash had already been cleared away, and half of a person’s body was faintly visible beneath the yellow sand. 

Wen Yu quickly stepped forward and, with Xiao Xin’s help, brushed away the top layer of sand and pulled the person out. 

“Phew, he was buried pretty deep. How did he ended up mixed in with the trash?” 

The man was lying unconscious on the ground, barely breathing, his face and body covered in sand like a muddy mess. 

Wen Yu crouched down and checked his pulse. It was weak, but at least he was alive. 

She reached out a finger and poked the person lying on the ground. 

“Hey, wake up. Are you okay?” 

Xiao Xin came closer to observe and answered Wen Yu. 

“Master, it seems like he won’t wake up anytime soon.” 

Wen Yu felt a headache coming on. In his condition, tossing him out might mean he wouldn’t survive the night. No wonder Xiao Xin mistook him for trash. 

Maybe tonight he could stay under the shelter? 

She thought of the soft mat and clean toys she had just set up and hesitated a moment. 

“But we can’t just leave it at that… Xiao Xin, clean him up properly, and remember to use warm water.” 

“Got it!” 

Xiao Xin took out a water gun, moved the person to a sand-free spot near the door, and carefully washed him. 

Wen Yu’s eyes unconsciously dropped to the person’s body. He wasn’t wearing any protective gear—just a simple black jacket and pants. The sand was easy to wash off, and the water quickly rinsed him clean. 

His clothes were nothing special, but the guy himself was… surprisingly good-looking. 

Tall with long legs, if the supermarket upgraded into a mall, he could definitely be hired as a model for the clothing store. 

She glanced up at his face and paused for a moment. 

His wet hair clung lightly to his forehead, partly covering his eyes. Even unconscious, he looked calm and refined. Water droplets slid down his lashes, reminding her of those tear-like pearls from legends about mermaid. 

And his skin—he was unusually fair. Most survivors in the wasteland were sunburned dark yellow, with cracked skin from long exposure to the sun. But this guy? Who knows how long he’d been buried in the sand, yet his complexion was pale and smooth. 

He didn’t look like someone from the wasteland at all. 

It only took Xiao Xin a short time to finish washing him. The wet jacket clung to his body, outlining his perfect lines. 

Wen Yu cleared her throat and looked away. 

“…And dry him off while you’re at it.” 

Not many people knew this, but she had a soft spot for good-looking faces. Even back when she was a kid at the orphanage, she loved cuddling up to pretty older sisters. 

After growing up, if it weren’t for the handsome twin receptionists hired downstairs at her company, she probably would have quit a long time ago. 

Before seeing his face, she was deciding whether the unconscious man should sleep with Hongye or with Tianbing. 

But after seeing him, she glanced nervously at the lights on the second floor. 

Anyway, the resting area was big enough. Maybe open a guest room? At least until he wakes up. 

It’s not her fault—she just wanted to give all the pretty creatures in the world a place to call home. 

Drying him off would only take a minute or two. Seeing that the man was still unconscious, Wen Yu gave a swift princess carry and easily brought him to the guest room. 

The guest room wasn’t big, with only a bed and a table. Through the window, you could roughly see the desert outside. 

She laid him on the bed and covered him with a blanket, then left the room. Just before closing the door, she was amused by the image in her mind and quietly said to the bed in the dark. 

“Good night, sleeping beauty~” 

With a soft click, the door closed. In the darkness, the person on the bed groaned softly, then sank back into a long unconsciousness. 

✧✧✧ 

Just after going downstairs, the control panel displayed today’s performance. 

[Days of Operation: 6]  

[Current Total Revenue: 15,598 (Upgrade to General Supermarket available at 50,000)]

[Cumulative positive feedback points: 125 (33 already redeemed)]  

[Achievements Unlocked: Novice, First World, Showing Potential.] 

Today, 58 customers came by, and every single one gave positive feedback without hesitation. The sales were pretty solid, too. If things keep going like this, the big supermarket upgrade is just around the corner. 

Having accumulated over 100 positive points, the system unlocked a new achievement—Making a Name. A delicate badge lit up, sparkling on the achievements page. 

[You’ve earned 1 lottery ticket. Want to draw now?] 

The system notified Wen Yu that she could draw again, and she happily opened the lottery wheel. 

“Yes, yes, yes.” 

This time she wasn’t nervous at all. The supermarket’s basic functions were basically complete now; winning something good would be a bonus, and not winning wouldn’t be a problem. 

The pointer spun quickly and finally landed on the words “Delivery Service.” The prize description was detailed. 

[Delivery service requires the merchant to hire delivery personnel. The system only provides maps, basic food and lodging, and safety protection for delivery staff.] 

“Oh, this is good! But… do we need to hire locals as delivery workers?” 

Wen Yu, who has mild social anxiety, frowned slightly. If that’s the case, wouldn’t she have to interact with a lot of people every day? 

[Except for mutated creatures, any creature in this world with an IQ over 20 can become a delivery worker.] 

IQ over 20… probably to make sure delivery workers can understand the map. 

She suddenly remembered the more than a thousand mutated butterflies she had tamed today, which were crowded on the walls. She wondered if they could serve as delivery workers. 

“System, what is the IQ of the mutated butterflies?” 

[After identification, the average IQ of the mutated butterfly group is 40, with the lowest at 21 and the highest at 56.] 

Now the entire butterfly group had a place to go. On the control panel’s new delivery service window, she registered all 1,308 butterflies at once. 

The system provided basic food and lodging, and a small building with grid-like rooms was quickly built about three to five meters from the supermarket. 

With so many butterflies, they could work in shifts, one shift and three off. Normally, they could rest in their rooms or perch on the supermarket walls, acting like flowers. 

There was no need to worry about safety during deliveries. During delivery, a protective shield would cover them 24 hours a day, preventing attacks and blocking radiation. 

In densely populated areas, the shield would automatically switch to a blur mode to avoid scaring people who had seen mutated butterflies before. 

As for placing orders… Wen Yu felt a headache coming. 

“People here don’t have phones, and the antennas are all broken. There’s no way we can use carrier pigeons.” 

Regarding this, the system didn’t offer any better ideas, only a cold mechanical voice suggesting: 

[Order placement is the host’s responsibility. The system suggests the host temporarily give up some locals and only fulfill delivery orders from some customers.] 

“That won’t work, silly system. The people who can’t leave their homes are the ones who need supplies the most.” 

Wen Yu held her head and thought for a long time, tapping her cheek with her index finger. Suddenly, she sat up straight. 

Got it! 

“We can put delivery request boxes and pictures of supermarket products in busy areas, prepare order cards, and have a few butterflies guard the boxes. That way, they’ll prevent damage and quickly bring back order cards.” 

“But… System, you’ll support this with your protective shield, right? After all, you’re backing the future city lord’s big plans~” 

Wen Yu blinked, confident. 

“Isn’t the delivery spots part of the delivery service?” 

[The system provides security services for all delivery service functions by default.] 

“Then let’s start preparing!” 

Without hesitation, Wen Yu ordered a batch of cards and several large boxes. 

The boxes were printed with all the supermarket’s products and prices. They looked ugly but were clear enough. 

The front of the card had seven vertical characters — Oasis Supermarket Delivery Card. The back included basic customer information: name, home address, product type, product quantity, etc. 

After customers fill out the info, butterflies would bring the delivery card back to pick up goods and then deliver them, collecting payment afterward. 

If someone maliciously runs off without paying… Wen Yu would be more than happy. 

Even if purified, mutated butterflies are still B-grade mutated creatures—not to be messed with. 

After placing the boxes by the lottery machine at the entrance, she figured it was a good chance to promote the new delivery service while the event was still running. 

With everything done, Wen Yu quietly opened the door to the guest room. The person inside was still unconscious, his long lashes casting shadows on his face, and his breathing steadier than when she had first found him. 

As long as he don’t die, it’s good. Such a beautiful face would be too much of a pity to lose. 

She returned to her room, collapsed into the soft bedding, and exhaled deeply. 

After a busy day, she could finally rest. Absentmindedly rubbing her waist, she found it didn’t hurt at all. 

She turned over a couple of times in bed, then stood up and jumped a little. 

Limbs agile, movements quick, her stamina bar seemed full, with energy to spare. 

After the physical enhancement, even old occupational ailments from her previous life disappeared. Standing or sitting for a long time no longer caused back pain, and dry, irritated eyes were far behind her. 

She hadn’t expected the body enhancement to come with such side benefits. Wen Yu happily lay back down, her thoughts wandering to historical stories she had read in a previous life, softly muttering: 

“That workaholic emperor would’ve needed this skill for sure…” 

✧✧✧ 

The next morning, Wen Yu woke up full of energy. She told the system to wake her if the guest in the room woke up, then dived straight into cooking. 

She made herself some milk oatmeal, with six types of fruit arranged nicely on a small plate, each just a few slices. The toast was freshly baked and golden on one side, slathered with jam—breakfast was served. 

After eating, she improved the dry pot shrimp she’d made yesterday by adding crispy rice crackers for extra crunch and aroma. 

She made ten portions of the dry pot shrimp at once and stored them in the safe. The images automatically uploaded to the display in the deli area. This was a large dish, enough for three people. Wen Yu priced it at 88 silver coins for good luck. 

After finishing that batch, Chef Wen started thinking about new dishes. 

In her dream last night, she’d watched pandas all evening in Sichuan and couldn’t get them out of her head. So today, she decided to try making a Sichuan snack—cold pot skewers. 

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