Is It Reasonable That My Talents Are Fishing and Eating?

Introduction to the work Others traveled through time as Long Aotian, but I traveled through time and was thrust directly into a different world that didn't even have soy sauce. Sixteen years old, LV5 free citizen, talent: fishing, love to eat. This configuration is perfect for the modern workplace, but it is impossible to hang up when playing games - but unfortunately, there is nothing in this world. The hard bread can scratch your teeth, the "salt" is not enough to remove a few dirt, and the stewed fish doesn't even have the onions, ginger and garlic. It's a waste of five thousand years of my talent as a foodie. Cell phone? No. WiFi? No. In the evening, besides staring at the stars in a daze, I could only sigh. I sighed twenty-three times in one night, which was even more tiring than going to work. Want to survive? Want to get a bottle of soy sauce to satisfy your craving? There is only one way - the underground city. I started working as a picker carrying broken baskets. I saw with my own eyes that the baskets were stained with other people's blood, and listened with my own ears to the workers' loud mouths about scribes. I held the harpoon and shivered for several days. But later I discovered that goblins were nothing more than that - stabbing their eyes, piercing their throats, and falling down was no different from killing fish. One, two, ten. From hiding behind to pick up leaks, to daring to fight head-on; from being the most timid among the porters, to holding the first job transfer scroll with trembling hands. What are you asking me to draw? Picture a mouthful of hot rice, picture a bottle of serious soy sauce, picture picture openly using the gift of "love to eat" where it should be used. My name is Ryan, and I am a time traveler. Others traveled through time to save the world, but I traveled through time just to stutter - but who stipulates that in order to make a living, you can't turn the world upside down?