In the late summer of 1952, the resettlement site for disaster victims. I drank a bowl of hot porridge and grabbed the iron spoon from Li Dali's hand for cooking. Fry it three times and a buzzing sound will sound in your head: cooking skill +10. Fry three more times: Proficiency level is achieved. Li Dali collapsed on the haystack and smoked a cigarette: Are you born to cook? I held the hot spoon handle and lowered my head without saying anything - there was another reminder on the system panel: Stamina +1. In this poor place, the more you work, the more energetic you become.
