During the day, I am a social worker in a cubicle writing PPT. At night, I became the only takeaway god in the wasteland world.
Others traded bullets for cans, but I used a bowl of braised pork to make the former queen of the battlefield my exclusive rider.
While all the survivors were fighting for a mouthful of clean water, I was looking at the milk tea fried chicken filling the screen and worrying: Who should I favor today?
PurposeNo matter how bad the world is, we must eat well.
