Lunch was very simple.
A bowl of white rice, a portion of stir-fried greens, and a serving of vegetable soup.
Although it looked rather plain.
But he liked to eat these things, they were more appetizing to him.
Any fashionable young person, even in a post-apocalyptic world, still had the habit of taking photos and sharing their life.
Before eating.
He took out his phone, snapped some pictures, and arranged them in a nine-grid photo.
The caption.
[Is this standard of living okay?]
No other meaning, just habitually posting to the moments, recording the beautiful moments of life.
The end of the world was bitter, and it was terrible, but no matter the circumstances, one should never mistreat oneself, no one else will pity you, only your own body will feel for you.
If you don't take the advice, your body will tell you, "The problem arose here because you mistreated yourself."
He forgot who had said that.
But it made sense.
