That day, Wang Fumin took his daughter to a noodle shop outside the Shelter for some hand-pulled noodles.
"One large bowl of tomato and egg noodles!"
"Coming right up! Eighty yuan!"
Wang Fumin cursed inwardly. With inflation getting worse, even the most ordinary bowl of egg noodles cost eighty yuan. What the hell was the world coming to?
But when he saw his daughter's expectant eyes, her little arms and hands resting quietly on the table and a smile on her face, he could only swallow his frustration.
About ten minutes later, a server brought over a large, steaming bowl of noodles. The coarse, hand-pulled noodles lay in an orange-yellow broth, dotted with chopped scallions and a golden egg. Fragrant steam rose like a white mist, enough to whet anyone's appetite at a glance.
Wang Fumin gave his daughter the large egg and some noodles, then began slurping away.
"Daddy's joining the army in a couple of days. You'll go back to our hometown with Mommy and attend kindergarten there. Be good, okay? You'll be starting elementary school next year."
"Mm-hmm!" With grease smeared around her mouth, the little girl nodded like a bobblehead.
"You can come visit Daddy during the holidays, too."
Wang Fumin rambled on, hardly knowing what he was saying. In truth, he was just as lost about the future himself, with no idea where the road ahead would lead.
Then again, living in this era, how many people weren't lost?
Suddenly, he heard two people across from him getting so worked up that they were practically jumping out of their chairs.
"Zone 16, that guy surviving on the deserted island..."
"The strongest superpower user in human history!"
"Haha, I told you our people wouldn't let us down. Even if he's the only one left trapped in