The apocalypse arrived, and while everyone else was desperately fighting to survive, these women were desperately craving hot pot. Yu Yan, a former logistics supervisor, awakened a portable storage space. Her first thought was, “How many boxes of luosifen can this hold?” An Ming, a retired boxing champion, bound herself to a sharp-tongued System and received the warm greeting, “You will probably die,” from the start. These two unemployed friends who shared an apartment laid down one ironclad rule amid the zombie siege: hot pot every Friday. Anyone who skipped it would lose three days' worth of rations.
From their rundown apartment to the laid-back Federation, from farming in a pocket dimension to hot-pot bombs, they traded tomatoes for cannons and won battles with chili oil. They even stunned the Zombie King by pelting it with cabbages. When the apocalypse's big bad tried to manipulate An Ming, saying, “You're my most successful creation,” she stabbed back with, “I'm successful because of hot pot, you rotten-food peddler.”
Even if the sky is falling, it'll have to wait until I've finished swishing this piece of beef tripe in the hot pot. After all, slacking off isn't giving up. It's a way of living life with sincerity.
