He was indifferent to begin with, so naturally, whatever he did, he didn't really care.
"You're overthinking it, there's no need. Really, there's no need."
The three of them sat together, slurping their noodles in unison, which at first glance, was quite comical.
Upon closer examination, it was even more amusing.
Lin Murong quickly finished his instant noodles and drank up the soup too. Clutching the empty cup, he let out a long sigh.
He still missed his Pickled vegetable flatbread.
It wasn't that the instant noodles weren't tasty, it was just that Pickled vegetable flatbread had become his unattainable moonlight.
The best things are those we can't have.
He still wanted to eat Pickled vegetable flatbread.
"What are you sighing for?" Yun Wujiu, who had also finished his noodles, saw him like this and patted his shoulder.
After the apocalypse, their eating speed was actually quite fast.
Because no one knew if the food would be snatched away in the next second.
