Choice Between Big Ship or Small Boat

He fetched a bowl of chilly snow and rubbed it over his face a couple of times before adding in some precipitated snow water.

After washing his face and hair, Su Mo felt a lot more relaxed.

The lethargic fatigue from staying up all night also disappeared instantly.

The hot oil noodles that he had rushed to produce yesterday had been kept in the storage space. It was a little cold when he took it out but, fortunately, the noodles had not clumped together.

Waking Moore up, the one adult and four little ones hastily took care of breakfast.

There was no concept of time in the wasteland. All individuals were driven forward only by their 'dreams' and 'sense of initiative'.

After eating, seeing that Moore had begun to habitually wash the dishes, Su Mo patted Moore on the back before he slowly walked up to the first floor.

The diesel reserves in the shelter were running low, and they had just enough for their current usage.