"January 6, Heavy Rain"
"When people want to escape, they tend to sleep longer, accompanied by nightmares, and the conductor's nightmare is seafood soup."
Putting down the journal, Su Huan thought for a moment and decided to step out of the carriage.
He walked straight to car number 3, as if he hadn't seen Yu Yue busy in the kitchen.
The bright red shrimp sashimi on the table didn't whet his appetite in the slightest; even a glance off the corner of his eye made him think of the slippery, greasy texture and the taste of wasabi.
It tasted as fresh as swallowing an octopus.
He hadn't eaten coarse, chewy food for several days.
Like corn, zongzi, and the like...
But fresh food is really hard to store, and there aren't many cold storages or refrigerators on the train, so it must be consumed quickly.
