A stick of noodles, two leaves of vegetables, a clove of garlic.
The noodles are bland, the leaves of the vegetables float greenly on the noodle soup, the garlic has begun to sprout, not eating anymore and decided to plant it in a pot.
After lunch, Zhou Manman just hastily washed the dishes, took a bath and lied down on the bed not willing to move anymore.
This amount of food is incapable of satisfying the nutrition of a human body, although it won't starve you, it doesn't fill you either. After each meal, you'd be willing to rest, in order to avoid acceleration of digestion that'll lead to faster starvation.
Zhou Manman lying on the bed, feels a little tired, and a little depressed.
No one has ever dreamed of this kind of life, trapped by everything, without freedom.
She wants to escape, but she doesn't seem to have the capacity to break free.
Zhou Manman's life is nothing but ordinary, the days are mundane, every day is ordinary.
