"Slurp... slurp..."
In a small courtyard on the outskirts of Tai City, Huaguo, Shen Feng wolfed down a bowl of noodles, his face full of satisfaction.
A plate of chive, egg, and shrimp dumplings sat before him as well. Every so often, he picked one up, dipped it in vinegar, and popped it into his mouth, letting out a contented sigh.
No matter how impressive a person was, no matter what wondrous worlds or great storms they had experienced, they would ultimately find their truest self and original aspirations in food.
As he ate, Shen Feng thought that, when all was said and done, wasn't what he wanted to protect simply this bowl of noodles and this plate of dumplings...?
If this world truly became a Water World Doomsday Mission, flooded by seawater until there was not even a decent patch of land left—no wheat, no flour, let alone chives or eggs—where would dumplings come from?
There would be shrimp, at least, but he couldn't eat seafood every day, could he?
He'd get sick of it after a lifetime...
A rich fragrance of oil and meat wafted toward him. Jingwei's avatar, curvy and dressed in an office miniskirt with an apron over it, emerged from the kitchen carrying a huge bowl. Inside was an entire braised pig trotter and a massive pork knuckle.
Shen Feng immediately started drooling. Rubbing his hands together, he prepared to dig in.
With a bang, Jingwei set the huge bowl on the table before Shen Feng and said resentfully, "What else do you want to eat!? Is this really what a top-tier artificial intelligence is supposed to do? You come home and I have to make you dumplings, braise pig trotters, and stew pork knuckles. Am I a household robot!? The spatial wormhole on the