"Zhou Li, what do you think is the meaning of life?"
Tang Wan stood on the pier, basking in the sun and gentle breeze, her tone indifferent.
"Get some fries."
Zhou Li responded.
"I mean, we live our days in this fearful world in peace, for our daily meals, and for the ability to continue on. So, what exactly are we living for?"
Tang Wan continued to ask.
"Get some fries, and I'll get some ketchup."
Zhou Li, holding a fishing spear, had a drifting expression.
"Not for anything, hmm?"
Tang Wan crouched on the pier, rubbing her hair and shouting helplessly, "Why are we even fishing here!!!"
"I am the Tide Sea Spirit, you can call me Smooth."
Zhou Li, weathered by time, lifted the fishing spear and skillfully caught a big fish, tossing it into the wooden basket that Tang Wan was carrying.
"Please, stop with those incomprehensible jokes I can't understand,"
Tang Wan pleaded from the ground with a look of resentment. "How much longer do we have to fish?"
"Ask her."
