Over the past few days, Lu Zhou had mostly stayed at home, enjoying the comfort of not having to go anywhere for the first time in ages.
People really were nostalgic creatures.
The belief that the past was always better seemed like a commandment carved into stone. Whenever an unfamiliar life weighed people down until they could barely breathe, they would start missing the slower days of old.
Of course, what Lu Zhou missed wasn't his childhood or anything like that.
It was his mother's cooking.
After trying all kinds of delicacies, he still found that the best food in the world was his mother's home cooking. Her braised fish and pork rib soup, especially, paired with pickles from back home, were enough to make him polish off three big bowls of rice.
He ate and drank well at every meal, every day, until he even put on weight... Uh, all right, his weight hadn't actually changed. After all, he was the sort who never gained weight no matter how much he ate. If anything, his regular routine and consistent exercise had made him considerably fitter.
Did that mean his body fat percentage had actually dropped?
These past few days, Lu Zhou had deliberately set all his work aside. So much had happened that, for now, he didn't want to think about anything that might give him a headache.
He had even left that golden legendary mission card untouched in the System Space. He knew perfectly well that once he flipped it over, he probably wouldn't be able to make his brain take a break anymore.
Still, although he had stayed away from socializing and the internet, Lu Zhou had kept one channel of communication with the outside world open.
It was during a phone call with his senior that