After everyone had left, Jiang Qiuqiu lay in bed alone.
The covers were warm, but she couldn't sleep.
'I've probably got too much energy. And I don't have to get up so early tomorrow.' She decided to relax for a little while longer.
Her happy place was her own little online community.
As soon as she logged in today, her screen was flooded with posts about "I don't know what XX tastes like."
[I don't know what the skewers taste like!]
—I hate this way of dividing up the food!
The post started with a tone full of resentment.
—Is this supposed to give someone with decision paralysis a heart attack?
—I'll hate this method for the rest of my life (unless I get one of everything). Then I'll immediately take that back, sob. Today, I managed to grab radish, bamboo shoots, fish balls, spinach, potatoes, and lettuce... So many vegetables. They looked colorful, but I felt like there was no way they could be that tasty. (Don't argue with me.)
