"Daughter, my dad dug out the basement of our old house and stocked up a hundred boxes of mineral water. When will you come back and take a look?" On the other end of the phone was my fickle dad, Zhang Wei. I'm sitting in a Michelin restaurant, elegantly slicing a steak. In the last life, I thought he was embarrassed and scolded him for not being clear-headed and not knowing how to enjoy money. But three days later, in the heat of the apocalypse, the city was cut off from water and electricity, and order collapsed.
