Evening.
"Mom, I'm starving, when will it be ready?"
Feifei sat at the table, waiting for the meal, eagerly looking towards the kitchen, urging her mom who was busy inside.
In the post-apocalyptic world, compared to other kids, Feifei was indeed fortunate; many had lost their parents, but Feifei still had a loving mother.
"Soon, stop rushing. You think about eating all day— if only you were this enthusiastic about studying."
"Mom, studying is studying, eating is eating, they are not the same. Besides, food is vital— if I miss a meal, I'm too hungry to study."
"You little rascal, always coming up with excuses."
"I'm not, that's what the book says." Feifei sat there, swinging her feet, eagerly waiting for the special meal her mom made for her.
Li Mei brought out the dishes with both hands, the delicious aroma instantly spreading.
"Wow, pickled fish, and it's my favorite tomato flavor." Feifei's nose was very sensitive, as soon as she smelled it, her mouth started to water.
