"Forget it. Sleep first." This soul possession had only cost him around 300 mental energy, since there had been no fear of death.
But the sheer volume of scattered memories had left Zhang Ming dazed and muddled his thinking. Everything had been recorded in the Memory Library and would not be lost, so he simply pulled the blanket over his head and went to sleep.
Come to think of it, ever since he had arrived in this stretch of sea, he seemed to be spending more and more time sleeping...
He woke refreshed, having forgotten most of the unpleasant things that ought to be forgotten.
The deck was as chaotic as ever. Barks and quacks added a touch of everyday bustle to his otherwise quiet, bland life.
Zhang Ming decided to treat himself, so he took out some starch that had been stored for two and a half years and happily cooked two flatbreads in the large pan.
The freshly cooked flatbreads smelled wonderful, with crisp outsides and soft interiors. A few golden-brown rings had formed on their milky-white surfaces, giving them a pleasantly crumbly crunch.
Then he pan-fried some monster meat in monster oil. It was excellent meat, rosy in color, glistening with fat, and wonderfully fragrant.
He sandwiched the fried meat between the flatbreads and wrapped some green vegetables inside.
A monster meat sandwich, perfect in appearance, aroma, and flavor, was ready!
One bite, and "wonderful" hardly began to describe it!
"Delicious!" Old Zhang sighed appreciatively. He did not mind spending a little extra time making himself a good meal. It would put him in a better mood for the rest of the day.
"But there's not much rice or starch left, and I'll have to make more seasonings. What a pain."
As Zhang Ming ate, a