Squatting on the side of the road, Shen Zhuan looked at his tattered clothes and the stainless steel lunch box in front of him and shed tears of sadness, "250, come out! This is not the pinnacle of life I want, where I can reach for clothes, reach for food, and open my mouth." 250: Host, aren't you just 'clothes, reach for food, and open your mouth'? Why do you still want someone else! Shen Zhuan: ヽ('⌒?メ)ノ Is writing a novel for the first time. Please be careful with the writing style of primary school students.