Chen Lang's grilled prawns were ready, and he excitedly distributed them to everyone, "How can these prawns be so fragrant?"
Duan Shumei hung her head and said, "How did I raise my son to be such a glutton? I'm too embarrassed to face anyone."
Gu Pan said, "Teacher Duan, isn't Chen Lang at that age where a young lad could eat his father out of house and home? He's growing, it's just that the apocalypse has come, and the kid is at a disadvantage."
Duan Shumei replied, "Yes, before, we had three regular meals a day with a set amount of meat, eggs, and milk. Now, it's great just to have enough to eat."
Chen Lang said, "I'm very satisfied. Being able to avoid hunger during the apocalypse, I'm probably better off than ninety-nine percent of people, right?"
Lu Ruisheng laughed, "This kid is good. If he were to become a soldier, he'd definitely be a good one. If it weren't for the apocalypse, I'd really recommend he apply to a military school."
