The urban dwellers entering the recovery period truly haven't adapted to a regular lifestyle yet.
Despite proclaiming at night that they have to eat breakfast after work, in reality, at seven-thirty in the morning, when Nian Xu woke up to call each of them, they all held onto their blankets with a look of confusion.
Then, without exception, they all reached for their phones—
"It's only seven-thirty?!"
Wait! If it were the old days with a long commute to work, they would have been squeezing out of the subway station by 7:30. What's so surprising now?
But—
"Breakfast? No, no, I feel I haven't slept enough, I'm going to sleep a bit more."
"You go ahead and eat, I'm not hungry."
The only one with the willpower left was Gastric Bypass Brother, who climbed out of bed clutching his stomach, still sleepy—not that his willpower was exceptional, but nowadays his stomach couldn't stand being hungry at all.
