Lunch was very luxurious in the standards of the apocalypse. There were three meat dishes and several side dishes ranging from pickled cucumber to kimchi.
They also had fresh fruit juice and fruit platter for dessert.
"Ah! This is life!"
Everyone ate the most luxurious meal they had since this chaos happened. Lina even sniffed a bit, stuffing herself with food—afraid this was all a dream.
Mr. Bo felt a little teary as he patted the girl's back. "Calm down, child, as long as we do our part, it won't be going away."
"Really?" She asked, then looking at Khalifa—the person she knew had the final say in the island (or anywhere else for that matter).
Khalifa chuckled and patted her head, "The most important thing for now is for Lina to grow up well."
Lina sniffed, nodding.
The men smiled, and Sigmund looked, red eyes deep, before resuming to consume his food again.
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