SLURP... SLURP...
In a small courtyard in the suburbs of Hua Country's Tai City, Shen Feng slurped down a bowl of xiaomian noodles, a look of pure satisfaction on his face.
A plate of chive, egg, and shrimp dumplings sat before him. He would occasionally pick one up, dip it in vinegar, and pop it into his mouth, letting out a contented sigh.
No matter how amazing a person was, or what incredible storms they'd weathered across countless worlds, they ultimately found their true self and original purpose in food.
As Shen Feng ate, he thought to himself, 'In the end, what I'm fighting to protect is really just this bowl of noodles, this plate of dumplings...'
'If this world really turns into the Water World Apocalypse, submerged in seawater without a single decent patch of land, there would be no wheat, no flour, and certainly no chives or eggs. Where would I get dumplings then?'
'I suppose there would still be shrimp, but you can't just eat seafood every day, right?'
