I don’t know when it started, but whenever I close my eyes, I, the cook in the unit, transmigrate.
The time is random, and so is the place.
As long as I close my eyes and silently say “System,” my consciousness arrives at a strange transit station.
At first, I’m wary of the oddly dressed people in front of me.
“Don’t waste your effort! I’ll never betray my unit! Let me out of here!”
But they say they’re Chinese, people who share the same blood as us.
I watch them pull out steaming hot food, and I can’t help swallowing.
“Brother, want to give it a try?”
