One dish, one soup and rice are lunch at noon.
Although it is simple, there is meat and vegetables, which is really a rare feast in this doomsday.
Zhang Yuan, with flat shoes on her feet and silk stockings torn to the trash can, moved her legs and waved her skirt to bring the prepared food and soup to Li Ming's bedroom.
Li Ming had a premonition that a breakthrough would be made in the afternoon to gain a new round of physical enhancement, so he did not touch and eat as before, so as not to waste the energy contained in his body by setting fire.
Li Ming kept his nose to the grindstone for the whole lunch, but Zhang Yuan was a little uncomfortable, and asked the reason curiously