The Apocalypse on the Tip of My Tongue, I Became a Survivor

[Tongue warning] In the tenth year of the wasteland, I became the last cook in this ruins. While others are struggling to survive in the wasteland, I am skinning mutated rats with a scalpel; while others are fighting for a mouthful of clean water, I am steaming steamed buns with apple yeast; while others are being chased by mutated beasts, I am thinking about how to use the newly discovered "stone pepper" to recreate rattan pepper fish fillets. My rule is that the life I eat must at least leave its name. In the "Ingredients Traceability Record", their stories are recorded on every page. Until I was silent in front of a corpse holding a yeast jar, until I steamed the first cage of white flour steamed buns in the wasteland. Only then did I realize that what I have to do is not to survive, but to bring back the taste of civilization one bite at a time in this desperate wasteland. ——This is not a post-apocalyptic survival guide, this is a Michelin guide to the wasteland.