Doomsday Food Truck

In the last ten years of the last days, yellow sand has covered all the mountains and rivers, and civilization has been reduced to ashes. There is no warmth in the world, fireworks are scarce, and life is just an endless torment. Lu Ye drove a heavily modified matte black off-road pickup truck and traveled alone in the Western Wilderness. One car, one dog, one stove, one way home. He traveled through the wasteland of the Gobi, the deserted ancient roads, and the remnants of the isolated city, using the stove as an inch of the world, and abiding by an iron law in troubled times: exchange at equal value, never give anything in vain, never give charity, and never overcome evil. Others plunder and survive in the last days, but he uses fireworks to find his way in the last days. Rough roots from the wilderness, wild vegetables from the leftover soil, and ingredients from desperate situations can all be cooked into the most heartwarming flavor in troubled times through his hands. A mouthful of hot food, exchange for a past event, exchange for a glimmer of truth, exchange for a world of joys and sorrows that no one has ever heard of. The lonely old man in the refugee camp, the weak brothers and sisters relying on each other in desperate situations, the shadows of the dead in the ruins of the ancient road, the struggling living beings in the cracks of the isolated city... He has witnessed all kinds of sufferings, accepted countless regrets, and walked through strangers with tenderness, but he has only held on to his ten-year obsession. Thousands of miles westward, the wind and sand are endless. He was not trying to save the world or become king, he was just chasing after the afterimage of the evacuation ten years ago to find the way back to his lost relatives. There are no fireworks in the wasteland, so I bring myself to the world. Even if all the paths are deserted, one meal will warm your heart and you will return step by step.