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As the name suggests, the people of Qiqiong are really poor. While others eat beer and skewers as a late-night snack in college, he gets free soup every day in the cafeteria for one yuan. But he has no requirements for delicious food - because his tongue can't taste it at all. One day, while he was eating steamed buns in his dormitory, a bloody rainstorm began outside the window. Seven kinds of natural disasters are coming, the human world is easily eroded by horrible and strange things, and the end is close at hand. In order to survive, he sharpened his knife to fight against ghosts. Dehaired, peeled, and cut into pieces. Finally, Meimei put it on the fire and roasted it for half an hour, added a little cumin and a little chili powder, until it was crispy and tender - He took a big bite, and his taste buds actually performed a beautiful dance. Qi Qiong, whose appetite had not been satisfied for a long time, finished three large bowls with tears in his eyes, and turned to ask the other survivors: "All the dishes are here, why don't you eat them?"